What It Means To Be A Malaysian

~ Posted on Monday, June 30, 2014 at 12:08 AM ~

I came across this article on what it means to be a Malaysian. I agree with the article:

"A foreigner reading the local news of late would be left with the impression that Malaysians were an unhappy lot – paranoid that their respective communities were under threat and quick to provoke or threaten other Malaysians in the name of their race or personal beliefs. But it would be a mistake to stereotype all Malaysians based on what a few individuals, claiming to be their community’s representatives, say."

To be honest, it hurts every time I read about certain individuals raising up issues to divide, to bring down, to condemn, to devalue and many more disrespectful and disgusting acts.

 Being Malaysian to me is living in a multi-racial country, each and every one of us care and respect one another.

 I am proud to be a Malaysian, so I say to these individuals,

"Stop trying to divide us up with issues on religions, on races, on historical foundations and more. These are the very things that made up Malaysia to what it is today. These are the things that make Malaysia as unique and yet diverse and a wonderful blend of peaceful people."

 

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Your Words Have Power, Use Them Wisely

~ Posted on Friday, June 27, 2014 at 7:46 AM ~

Our 5 years old boy attends Sunday school and on Father's Day, I went to pick him up around the time his class ends but I realised there are many more kids who are still at the final stage of finishing their Father's Day crafts. I saw our boy standing next to a teacher, waiting patiently as the teacher folded what looks like a wire or cable from where I stood. When the teacher was done, she passed the completed crafts to our boy who happily walked around and he didn't even realised I called his name.

I was about to call him again when I saw him talking to another boy and after that, our boy's face changed. He looks angry and with 2 hands resting behind his back, he showed his angry face at the boy and shouted something. The boy, seeing our boy's angry face palmed his face and walked off. I then saw our boy walked towards a male teacher and explained something to the teacher. I waited to see what is going on and tried to assess the situation from where I stood. The male teacher who was also rushing to finish up other kiddos' crafts, just nodded at what our boy said and didn't act further.

Our boy turned around and saw me. He walked over to me and showed me his crafts.

It was an origami of working shirt for Father's Day. The obvious part done by the teacher(s) are the origami folding and the hanger wire or cable part. The working shirt has front and back coloring done by our boy and I like what I see. I like that the 'Happy Father's Day' words are colored nicely and within the characters (not out of line) and I also like that the 2 childrens' faces are closer to human skin color.

But you know what our 5 years old boy said to me?

"Mummy, that boy (pointing to the boy who palmed his face earlier) said my coloring is ugly!"

Aahhh.... now I get it. Now I know why our boy looked angry after talking to that boy. I mean, will you be happy if someone critisizes your hardwork?

Parents, remember, our words have power, remember to use them wisely.

Sigh... saddens me to know a child at such young age can utter such thing. You know, for a child to say something like this, they must have been exposed to such statements around their life.

What has a mum got to do in this situation? This is my conversation with our boy as we leave his class that day...

Me: Benjamin, did you color the crafts yourself?

Ben: Yes.

Me: Wow, mummy likes it very much. I like how you color each letters within itself and I like that the childrens' faces are yellow. Did you choose the color yourself?

Ben: Yes. But that boy said my drawing is ugly! I am angry at him!

Me: Well Ben, who is this craft for?

Ben: It's for daddy. For Father's Day.

Me: Is that boy your daddy?

Ben: No.

Me: Well, then why do you let yourself be bothered with the boy's comment? He is not your daddy, and you are not making this craft and coloring it for that boy. No need to be angry for this.

Ben: (silence)

Me: Now, most important thing to remember is you tried your best in doing this craft yourself. Did you give your best?

Ben: Yes, I color my best!

Me: Well then that is all that matters. That you do it all by yourself, nobody helps you to color at all. I'm sure daddy would be proud of your work too!

Ben: But that boy made me angry!

Me: It's OK, forgive him.

 

So parents, again... choose your words wisely. Say, do, react and response in positive manners as it will echo in other areas of your kiddos' life.

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Ask And You Shall Receive...

~ Posted on Friday, February 7, 2014 at 7:48 AM ~

For today's post, I would like to share with you all an incident on how wonderful it is that our prayers were answered by God in the nick of time! We had our final family holiday for 2013 in Penang and were half way into our journey when one of the car's tyres punctured. I didn't even realised it happening (never experience it before and do not know what sort of sounds to look out for) until hubby slowed down his driving and wind down his window to listen to the screeching sound outside made by his front tyre.

Oh boy... I remembered how worried I was then. In the middle of the highway, not much space on the side lane for us to park and change tyre, it was about 12 noon, VERY HOT SUN and the thought of our kids getting cranky just add on to my worries then. Hubby made a quick call to his 2nd brother for his opinion - whether we should call the auto service to come and repair the tyre or is it OK for hubby to change the tyre himself. Hubby's family was in the auto repair line so he has the knowledge and skills to change the tyre of course, just that if possible he doesn't want to be changing the tyre in the hot sun with very minimal space in a busy highway lane.

His brother said he will call back with the auto service number and right after hubby hung up the phone, we saw a highway patrol jeep passing by RIGHT NEXT TO US. Okay, not exactly next to us as our car was actually in between 2 busy lanes. I wind down my window and waved at the patrol car and the driver initially gave us a thumbs up sign (probably signalling to us everything OK or something) and was about to continue to drive off and I quickly shouted we need help with our car.

Thank God they heard us and stopped their car. They told hubby to drive over our car to their side lane while they helped to change the tyre for us. It's just amazing how God heard our prayers and took care of our worries by sending these helpful patrol officers right on time to help us out.

Everything was fixed under half an hour while our kiddos and I remained inside the car. Thank God again they were calm and curious to what was happening outside and I took the opportunity to explain to our almost 5 years old boy what is happening, why the tyre needs to be changed, how God answers our prayers and so on.

Once the tyre was replaced, the patrol officers guided hubby to the nearest tyre shop so that we can get a replacement tyre (just in case this happens again as we continued on our journey). Thank God the tyre shop is open and we managed to get a new tyre for backup and continued on our journey then.

Isn't God wonderful?

This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us. And if we know that he hears us—whatever we ask—we know that we have what we asked of him. ~ 1 John 5:14-15 (NIV)

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