Happy New Year

Year 2011 has come to an end
and yes, I am still procrastinating the New Year resolutions
and I am still pondering the deeper meanings of year 2011

2011 has been eventful
For Malcolm, it was the beginning of formal education in Primary 1
He learned the ukelele, and started swinging some clubs
For Marcus, he learned to run, jump, climb (and broke two teeth in the process),
utter the cutest non-words and is looking to become a top runner in the under 3 years old category
For me, 2011 is about the importance of health, and not taking it all for granted.

A really bad bout of flu kept me off any strenuous physical sport for the last two months
Plus my knee seemed to be showing some wear and tear
So I weaned off the endorphins and feel good hormones
and went down the slippery slope of binging and indulgence

I am so thankful that I am finally getting my health back
and the craving for endorphins has manifested itself in a series of hiking trips into the central catchment areas and nature reserves

Just a few days before all the merriment began, we brought the boys for a long hike in the forest
We spotted the strangest dragonfly, watched funny looking bugs rowing in the stream, got caught in the rain and got all wet and muddy and dirty
Being a weekday afternoon, we were about the only people trudging through the forest

As the rain stopped, the late afternoon sun peeked through the overcast and found its way through the thick foliage bathing the forest in its warm and soft light
And as the natural hues of the forest changed by the minute
our wet gloomy hike was transformed into a surreal walk in another world
but alas, our mediocre photographic skills could capture none of that magic



We finally emerged from the forest in the evening
Couldn’t get enough, so we headed off to a nearby reservoir,
had dinner by the water and learned how to catch cray fish from a stranger

We were hoping to catch the sunset but it got cloudy
Our patience was rewarded with a beautiful orange hue that covered the sky
It was breathtaking and I secretly wished that the new year ahead will be filled with moment like this …
simple joy that money can’t buy

 

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A Different Christmas

We are back from a short trip to a village 250 km up north
a place that is still spared from the commercialization of Christmas
where mistletoe and Santa Clause do not exist

We celebrated the kids’ great grandfather’s 95th birthday on Christmas Eve
and spent Christmas Day feasting on durians, feeding hens, chasing after geese and watching them lay eggs

The kids absolutely LOVE it and refused to come home
But I thought the trip would have been perfect if I didn’t forget the Christmas hats

So I had to do this when I got home …

Whatever is beautiful

Whatever is meaningful

Whatever brings you happiness

May it be yours this holiday season

and throughout the coming year

xoxo

 

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December Rain

And the green and the blue fade into a sea of misty grey

like a veil of blanc from a snowy storm

Darkness looms as the last ray recedes

A weary sun retreats after a long day of battle

 

The raindrop drums on ceaselessly

on panes bearing crystal pearls

making the prettiest snowman possible, without paint

 

Then the clattering of his pots and pans began

with occasional scent of char from his infrequent wokking

And the gaiety of children’s laughter filled the air

The night dances in glistering lights

Darkness basked in shimmering gold

 

I sat curling in my couch

savoring every bit of  everything

feeling blissful and warm

under the icy weepy moon

without fireplace and fir

 

P/s : It’s good to have the Dad cook us dinner on a cold and rainy night

 

 

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The Birds, The Bees And The Apple Tree

Seven years old
On many accounts, seven is a magical age

You start going to school
You get pocket money to buy food in school.
You start to have real friends, not just playmates
You get to get a cell phone to call mum, just in case
You may even get one of those early generation iPhone thingies
And you don’t have to ask mummy again for permission
to get angry with pigs and start hurling birds at them

But seven can also be a confusing age
as it coincides with awakening sexuality
where you are banned from public toilets of the opposite sex

So how should we teach them the birds and the bees?
Obviously, a demonstration is out of the question

So what about books?
Are there books that explain all these things?
And save us parents from the embarrassment and awkwardness?

Or should we just bite the bullet and do it ourselves?
With a face straighter than straight
and tell the facts as simply as they are

Where penises are penises
and vaginas are vaginas
and breasts are breasts

And all these body parts are dual use
and serve the critical functions of procreation
and the continuation of the human race
and civilization as we know it today

Yet, who should talk to the kids?
Should it be mum? Or should it be dad?
Does it matter if the kid is a boy or a girl?

How do we break the ice on this kind of topic?
Should we pull Malcolm aside on a weekday?
Or on a weekend evening?

Will he even be interested?
What do we want to tell him?
What values are we trying to impart?

Should we tell him about safe sex and condoms?
Sex before marriage is ok?
Having girlfriends in school is ok?

Will he become even more curious and start experimenting?
Should we even start discussing all these with him now?
Or should we wait till later when he is older?

So you see, it is not just about the birds and the bees.
It is about the apple tree as well, and the thousands of apples the tree will bear over its lifetime

Complicated and heady?
Sure it is, and we got no idea where to start

 

 

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Speaking Chess : N D5-C7 x B

It was his Dad’s turn
Nope, Malcolm didn’t see that one coming
Careless as usual
But his response was atypical and several moves later

His Dad was caught by surprise
whilst Mal was beaming from ear to ear

At the cost of a rook, he managed to capture Dad’s queen and a bishop
Seemed like a good deal to him
Maybe he wasn’t really that careless after all

However, age, experience, pride and sheer willpower to not lose prevailed in the end
His Dad won after all and didn’t have to beat a hasty retreat
with his tail between his legs

But the point was crystal clear
Malcolm will kick his butt in chess if he isn’t paying attention

But just two weeks ago, the sight picture would have been entirely different
We used to chide Malcolm for being a lousy sport
Every time he loses his queen, he would kick up a big fuss
and insist on “undoing” the moves and getting his queen back
But all this seem to have changed after some training this holiday

The chess pieces suddenly became compromises and tradeoff decisions
They became a means to an end
Losing a prized possession is now ok
as long as favourable exchange ratios were met in the strategy of attrition
or even better, if positional advantage were gained or critical terrain captured in the strategy of manoeuvre

From this perspective, sacrificing a knight to prevent a castling is not incontemplatable

Forks, discovered attacks, pins, skewers and sacrifices have nothing to do with cutlery or pagan worship
I am learning a new language
Indeed they are chess tactics designed to maintain strategic ambiguity while exacting punishment on the adversary

For now,  his Dad is still keeping up, albeit barely
But at the rate that we are going, it is only a matter of time before his son starts beating him all comprehensively

 

 

 

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