- There was once a buzz word called reinventing. It became such a cliché that I would hear it every time I attended a conference. Yes, we have reinventing the wheel, reinventing the steel, reinventing the business model and reinventing yourself.Everyone was jumping on the bandwagon and the over usage of the idea bored me to smithereens. One of my bosses even said he had to reinvent himself so he would be ‘useful’ to the new leadership. I am not sure whether that was clever or hypocritical.Before I knew it I found myself actually living out the process of reinventing myself, not to chalk up a longer resume or to impress anyone, but rather getting to know what I can do besides teaching.Reinventing involves change.For some people it is a drastic swing from what they were familiar with, to something completely new. Reinvention gurus say that the first step is to have a game plan. A timid person may want to go all out to be an orator and therefore the first step is for him to enrol for a public speaking course.For me, reinventing myself is building on what I already know or have, so that I can find great satisfaction in those fields. It is not based on a schedule within a time frame with goals to be achieved. Rather it is a free and easy type of reinventing, with me engaging in new things and taking stock of life experiences.Having left the active workforce four years ago I knew that I would be spending the bulk of my time at home and not in the office. So, the game plan is to be able to enjoy the new found time to the utmost – productively, but not in the sense of reaping in loads of money.
Recently I attended my friends’ tenth wedding anniversary at Bulgaden castle in Kilmallock. It was a beautiful affair, with the couple looking radiant and surrounded by their four lovely children. I was looking at her lovely wedding dress and remembered that I had helped her do some minor alterations. Word has got round that I could sew and I was very pleased to help her.
Then I heard another lady telling her friend about my chocolate cake and rhubarb crumble – desserts to die for. Another person came by and said she had heard about my garden and was quite happy when I invited her to come by to check it out. One more person asked whether I could give her children painting classes?I am not an expert in anything but it is nice to know that when we put effort into what we enjoy doing, there will be results. I am forever learning from the internet, from attending courses, from reading printed materials and from others. It is amazing that there is so much knowledge out there to be tapped.I have heard of friends who have retired and suddenly found themselves at a loss. Over time they lost the excitement of dressing up or learning more or simply making new friends. Some spend hours checking the face book, watching soap operas or playing computer games.Interestingly enough when I venture into new territories, I find that I also develop character. Volunteering is big in this part of the world. It is energizing and rewarding. because I engage with a diverse range of people from all backgrounds and walks of life.Just the other day I agreed to baby-sit three lovely children thus allowing their mother to take some time out for herself. This was a new territory in itself as I have not had young children around me for a while. Surprisingly, the hours just flew by and there was so much laughter as the little patter of feet resounded through the whole household. Some things are just too precious - watching the little girls play house with the occupants of my dollhouse and the boy playing ball with my dog. It was such a pleasure to be surrounded by excited voices and incessant questions that only children could create. The fact that the children enjoyed their stay made it all the more beautiful.And these are the small things that build up a new life. - Source:
- http://www.nst.com.my/node/17927
Sunday, July 27, 2014
The Rewards of Reinventing the Familiar
Saturday, July 12, 2014
The Power of Prediction
As the 20th FIFA World Cup 2014 in Brazil winds
up, with all its pulsating, adrenalin driven excitement, Fuleco, the official
mascot will take a bow.
I have fond memories of absentee students and staff
calling in sick during yesteryear World Cup seasons. But most of all FIFA world
cup reminds me of Paul.
Paul who?
Paul the Octopus.
Paul the Octopus (hatched in
2008, died October 2010) lived in
a tank at a Sea Life
Centre in Oberhausen,
Germany . Apparently he had
the ability to predict the results of football matches, usually international
matches in which Germany was playing. He
achieved international fame with his accurate predictions in the 2010 World Cup.
Following Paul’s
footsteps are five (and still counting) psychic animals – Nelly the elephant,
Flopsy the kangaroo, Shaheen the camel, Madame Shiva the guinea pig, and Big
Head the sea turtle. In addition to the
famous five, there are English prophesying penguins and psychic Brazilian
parrots as well.
But I still think Paul is the greatest with
his uncanny accuracy and I must say that of late, I bear some semblance to Paul
- I seem to be able to predict exactly what will happen to me or to others in
given situations.
Whether this is because of myself being more
observant over the years or because the waves of predictability take on certain
familiar curves, I do not know.
Take my visit to the dentist for example.
When I felt something coarse between my molars
and suspected that perhaps a bit of the filling had gone amiss, the most
rational thing to do would be to make an appointment with the dentist, have it
checked and fill it up again.
That was what I thought initially until the
gift of predicting swept over me.
Somehow I saw in my mind the dentist shaking
his head and saying ‘ You must take an X-ray…I have bad news for you….You will
need to do a root canal which will cost you at least at least a couple of
hundred euro or have it extracted for 80 euro.’
So, when my appointment came up, I sat on
the dentist’s chair and waited as he examined my teeth. As if acting on cue, the
dentist said, ‘You must take an X-ray…I have bad news for you….You will need to
do a root canal which will cost you at least a couple of hundred euro or have
it extracted for 80 euro.’
Wow, was that strange or what, I muttered to
myself.
Then on a different occasion, I saw two
teenage girls walking to a car park. Again, a picture started to form in my
mind. ‘What are you thinking of now?’ Michael asked.
He had become way too familiar with my
zone- out facial expression.
I said from the way the two teenage girls
were behaving and the way they were dressed (in a style my mother would not
have approved), I predicted that they were going to the car park to meet some
teenage boys sitting in a decrepit car.
As we were going to the car park ourselves,
I saw that I was right. The car was even of the colour that I imagined it to
be.
I would love to think that I am bestowed
with Paul’s gift. But reality tells me that we have far more knowledge and
sensitivity than what younger people would give us credit for. Experience helps
us to understand circumstances and foresee possible conclusions. The human race
faces similar challenges, albeit disguised in different clothing and that is
why we are able to predict somewhat accurately most times.
I was given a week to consider what I
should do with the tainted molar. This time round I did not have to predict
anything, I knew exactly what I had to do if I did not want to burn a hole in
my pocket.
Source: http://www.nst.com.my/node/12532
Source: http://www.nst.com.my/node/12532
Saturday, June 28, 2014
The Evolving Values of Society
There has never been so much debate over the use of a
punctuation mark other than the Apostrophe. There is even the Apostrophe Protection Society, a UK society that has "the specific aim of preserving the
correct use of this currently much abused punctuation mark". In 2009, Birmingham city council banned the use of the apostrophe on its
signs. East Stratfordshire , East
Cambridgeshire and Huntingdonshire
city councils have also ditched the apostrophe.
There are basic rules about the use of the apostrophe: to
denote a shortened form (eg. Can’t ) and possession . (eg. The child’s toy)
Apostrophes are never used to denote plurals.
When I walk down the street, I can see scores of examples
of the misuse of this little punctuation. At first I was shocked, as this is an
English speaking country but having seen so many mistakes made, I wonder
whether the children have been taught correctly in school or whether putting
apostrophes anywhere has become the rule of the thumb. It is not uncommon to
see ‘CD’s sold here’, Cheap clothes’ for
sale, Menu’s to suit your taste,’ just to name a few.’ Even in the local
newspaper, I see advertisements like , ‘Great food. Under 12’s eat free.’ ‘Free
flowers for all the mum’s.’
Because people do not like to have their mistakes pointed
out, the Apostrophe Protection Society has a carefully worded statement. ‘We are aware of the way the
English language is evolving during use, and do not intend any direct criticism
of those who have made mistakes, but are just reminding all writers of English
text, whether on notices or in documents of any type, of the correct usage of
the apostrophe should you wish to put right mistakes you may have inadvertently
made.’
It is strange that something
so wrong can be accepted over time either because those who know no longer
bother to correct or to teach or have become confused themselves. Perhaps those
who use it wrongly have convinced themselves that it is the right thing to do.
This reminds me of how societal values or expectations have evolved over time.
Practices that were seen as wrong in one generation are accepted in the next
generation.
So who do we blame for this present state
of affairs? Or is it time we see it as a wake up call and take responsibility?
Take drinking
alcohol, smoking and premarital sex for instance.
One of the
things I would not do is to buy alcohol or cigarettes for others from duty free
shops when I travel. As I do not smoke or drink I believe that I should not
encourage others to smoke or drink either. To me it is akin to, I do not
subject my body to abuse, so why should I peddle such goods?
According to a News Central report in April 2010 almost half
of all Irish 15 to 16-year-old teenagers have been drunk in the past 12 months.
This is based on a survey carried out by a European School Survey Project on Alcohol and Other Drugs and
confirms that Ireland has one of the highest rates of
drunkenness amongst its teenage population.
The latest edition of the Tobacco Atlas
places Irish youths in the second worst tier -- with between 16pc to 29.9pc of
teenage boys and girls here aged as young as 13 having already started smoking.
It is no longer surprising
that chastity is seldom valued and having partners (living together) and
children out of wedlock are totally acceptable. The 2011 This is Ireland
Census reveals that 40022 people in 2011 compared to 29322 people in 2006 live
together and have premarital sex.
One
of my married friends was at a hair salon when the topic of premarital sex cropped
up. Her hairdresser expressed total shock that she did not co-habit with her
husband before they were married. In another instance, I was so insulted when
someone in the neighbourhood asked me whether my legally wedded husband is my
lived-in partner!
Terms like sexual
promiscuity is now deemed politically incorrect. One in 10 university students have contracted a sexually transmitted
infection, according to a survey of 419 students attending the University
of Limerick conducted between July and August 2012. More than 40%
believed STIs did not pose long-term health effects and 60% were reluctant to
attend a college health clinic about it. About
90% of students said they were sexually active, with 11% of males reporting
sexual intimacy with other males, the respective figure for females standing at
5%. 3% of respondents believed it was impossible to become pregnant when having
sex for the first time.
Indeed times have changed, and not
necessarily for the better. It has been
said that group think is powerful and justification is available for every
integrity-compromised action.
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Empty Nest or Discovery Channel?
I was juicing a melon one
evening when Michael wheeled in a wheelbarrow filled with coal. Although it is
summer, we had to stock up coal for the colder months to come.
I had earlier put on a CD
with lovely songs and the room was awash with the hue of soft lights. Seeing
him close the door behind him, I just stopped what I was doing, moved to where
he was, grabbed his hands and we started to waltz, as if that was the most
natural thing to do, with the wheelbarrow beside us and some chopped melon bits
still in the juicer chute.
No, we don’t do this every
day, but we let spontaneity in every now and then. Especially so when there are
no more wailing babies demanding the next nappy change or young people catching
us in an awkward embrace. All the children have left home and it is now just
the two of us.
They call it the Empty Nest
syndrome but I call it the Discovery Channel. Somehow the Empty Nest syndrome
sounds lonely and sad especially when two people who having been married for
years may as well be like two strangers in a room. Now, the Discovery Channel
is different. It spells of excitement, fun and wild abandonment.
Married couples are a strange
species. While they usually start off bright eyed and bushy tailed, stories abound
of how there is nothing left to talk as the years roll on. With all the
slogging at the office and child minding years behind them, there are no more
common topics of interest. You can almost cut the silence with a knife. Along
the way, the spark had diminished, trust eroded and appreciation dwindled. In
some bizarre cases, spouses who could no longer stand each other, commit murder
even.
Yet society, culture,
religion and most of all the presence of children have decreed that the two
married strangers should still live together to present themselves as a married
couple to the outside world.
It is wonderful to see
elderly couples looking out for each other and there is certainly no shortage
of that here.
I was watching with amusement
the other day when queuing for an empty cubicle in the fitting room in a Polo
outlet in Kildare Village . Suddenly a senior lady opened a cubical door to ask her senior husband what
he thought of her blouse. He said ‘No, not this one.’ Then after a few minutes,
she opened the door again with another blouse and he said ‘Yes, this looks very
good on you.’ The relationship was symbiotic – checking for approval and giving
approval or disapproval.
In another instance, an
elderly man with a walking stick was looking at the display of man’s attire
through the glass. Beside her was an elderly lady who held a zimmer frame.
He said, ‘I like that tie,
yeah. Them ties are nice, yeah.’
She replied, ‘ Oh,
sure,sure,sure. I saw one the other day at Pennys. Lovely tie. Half the price.
That’s a good bargain.’
As they hobbled along, I
could hear them still talking about the prices of ties. I could see there was
love and kindness in their eyes for each other.
One of the inspirational
quotes that has found its way into my life goes like this: I choose to live by choice, not by chance; to make changes not excuses;
to be motivated, not manipulated; to be useful, not used; to excel, not
compete. I choose self-esteem, not self pity. I choose to listen to my inner
voice, not the random opinions of others.
We are what we choose to be.
Every now and then I review
my choices and just the other day when I was watching ‘Disney top 30 cartoons’
with Jungle book coming up in first position as viewers’ choice, I was reminded
of how my children used to re-enact the scene where Baloo the bear was dancing
in the presence of the monkeys and his disguise failed him. That was hilarious.
I could actually hear myself laughing along with my children.
I felt I missed my children
in Malaysia terribly and Audrey said, ‘Our family structure is different but
there is love.’ With the next wedding anniversary around the corner, I asked
Michael whether it is nice that I am his wife and he replied,
‘Tis.’
Source: http://www.nst.com.my/node/2874
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Life is short, So live it as it is
I am not an engineer and I am not sure how bridges are built
these days. When I saw the Firth of Forth bridges in Edinburgh
recently, I thought they are simply amazing. One bridge is for vehicles and the
other is for trains.
I remember seeing how a bridge was constructed in my
hometown many years ago and there was great excitement because it would link
Batu Pahat to Muar, its neighbouring town. My father used to take me there just
to watch the progress and one thing that remained in my memory was that the
engineers built the bridge from both sides of the river banks, and finally the
bridge ‘met’ in the middle.
The same holds true for the Sydney Harbour bridge. Work began in 1925 at Dawes Point in the south and
McMahon’s Point to the north, and the construction work moved steadily inwards
until it finally met in the middle five years later.
This got me thinking about friendships and
relationships.
Over the course of time we make or lose
friends and relations because of many factors such as distance and change.
Distance can be geographical where friends move apart or psychological where
they grow at a different pace mentally and socially over time and find that
they do not have much in common anymore.
Change can come in the form of a
change in ideology or beliefs which separate even the best of friends or
relations. Change can happen in family structures through birth, death,
remarriage or adoption.
While reconciliation is the best when there
are rifts, like the building of bridges it takes both parties to work hard at
it. It takes a saint to continue holding out the olive branch when it is one-way but it takes a wise person to know
when you have tried your best and others are still very cold towards you, then
it is time to let go.
I like the quote by Socrates that goes,
‘The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old,
but on building the new.’
There are people who hurt us through mean
words, body language or actions consciously or unconsciously. These are the
‘old’ things that tear two people who love each other apart or create fodder
for misunderstandings and disagreements.
But there are people who love us too,
consciously or unconsciously. They encourage us with their words, their actions
and their presence. They encourage us when they think about us or when they include
us in their daily happenings. These are the ‘new’ things that build rather than
destroy.
When the MH 370 went missing, good friends
in Ireland , gave me all their support and never ceased to be concerned.
They even followed the news closely and informed me of the latest developments
just in case I missed out on any. They showed they cared by enquiring about it or
sharing their heartfelt condolences with me. It was my country’s grief which
was also my personal grief.
When we had a Malaysian cultural night in
the University of Limerick last year, so many of my friends and relatives went. It
certainly was not easy to go out in the cold for a night event, totally alien to them and well out of the way
for some. But they went and by that action, I could feel the love.
Then recently, I was really touched when my
stepson’s fiancee told me she would show me some pictures of the wedding
gowns that she has seen. I see that as a conscious act of sharing. I feel that
as a conscious move of love and inclusion. I recognise that as a conscious step
of respect which is so important to Asians especially. She could have chosen not to do so, but she
did. It is like my own daughter getting married and sharing her plans with her
mother. To me, that speaks volumes.
My basis of ‘living life as it is’ has been
my mantra. I cannot expect everyone to love me or to accept me, warts and all.
I cannot solve their problems, their grievances, their envy or their hang-ups
but I can concentrate on what is good and what I want my life with my husband
and children to be. I can choose to absorb their negativity and poison my soul or I can refuse to let that
influence or overpower the inner joy and contentment that I have with myself,
my husband and my family.
To me, life is very short and to live life
is my gain.
Source: http://www.nst.com.my/opinion/columnist/life-is-short-so-live-it-as-it-is-1.609107?cache=03d163d03edding-pred-1.1176%2F%3Fpfpentwa%3Fkey%3Dkuala+lumpur%3Fpage%3D0%3Fpage%3D0%3Fpage%3D0
Source: http://www.nst.com.my/opinion/columnist/life-is-short-so-live-it-as-it-is-1.609107?cache=03d163d03edding-pred-1.1176%2F%3Fpfpentwa%3Fkey%3Dkuala+lumpur%3Fpage%3D0%3Fpage%3D0%3Fpage%3D0
Sunday, May 18, 2014
Seek Happiness within yourself and not with another
I ENJOY reunions whether it is to celebrate a festival or a significant occasion. However, there are those statements or questions that will always crop up during such gatherings, and honestly, I cringe when I hear them. A given is, "You have put on weight", or, "you have not put on weight". Sometimes you can receive both remarks at the same dinner party.
Then there are questions like, "You have been married for some time now, when will we hear the patter of little feet?" But I guess the one that gets the Oscar is "Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend yet?"
When I was younger, I found the Oscar-winning question most repulsive because I felt it was not anyone's business to know whether I had a boyfriend or not.
To rub salt into the wound, someone would make remarks like, "You'd better not be too choosy or you'll be left on the shelf", or "you will not remain in the Red Spot (section for sought-after books at the library) for too long and will be moved to the open shelf if you don't get a special someone soon. Don't set your standards so high!"
What irked me was that these people who wished others to be married were not in happy marriages themselves. Then there was this stark reality that it was mainly the womenfolk who would ask such questions. Whatever happened to gender solidarity?
I thought that generation had passed, but I am wrong. These questions are still making their rounds! I wonder why people who were bothered by such questions once are now asking those questions themselves? Is it because of the images that surround us that limit our perception?
Could it be the Prince Charming fairytale that we have been fed? That it is impossible to be happy unless we get a man or a woman? Or perhaps, these people are just awkward at making conversation and use such questions as fillers? I would rather they be silent than make ill-advised statements.
It is not surprising then that there are rent-a-boyfriend or boyfriend-for-hire websites. According to AsiaOneNews, some Singaporeans, instead of bracing themselves for interrogation during gatherings over their singlehood, are "renting" partners to pose as their intended. How sad.
I read a letter written by 7-year-old Charlotte Benjamin to the Lego company complaining of the lack of options for Lego girls. She wrote, "All the girls did was sit at home, go to the beach, and shop, and they had no jobs but the boys went on adventures, worked, saved people, and had jobs, even swam with sharks."
For as long as girls are sold this package, she is expected to go after the dream of getting a man.
I wish people will realise that it does not take another person to complete someone. We can be complete in ourselves if we want. Happiness and success lie in the individual. A single person can be successful and happy, and so, too, a married person. The reverse is also true that a single or married person can be unsuccessful and unhappy.
I tell my children all the time that we owe it to ourselves to pursue our own happiness and we do not need to rely on another to fulfil that role. I encourage them to tap into their inner resources while they can because satisfaction comes from deep within, not from what others can do for you. It is not a sin to be married and it is not a sin to be single. In whatever state we are, what is most important is to be content.
Amber Kelleher-Andrews, an American radio host and relationship matchmaker, says: "Stay single until someone actually complements your life in a way that it makes it better to not be single. If not, it is not worth it."
Sunday, May 4, 2014
The Gift of Motherhood
At Angkor Wat, Siemreap, Cambodia
The early
images I had of dollhouses were those in story books. Usually dollhouses were
placed in nurseries and children had loads of fun playing with their tea sets
and dolls. To any child, seeing such pictures is like an unattainable dream,
the sort that fairy tales are made of. Until the child becomes an adult and can
indulge in the spoils of her labour.
I first
met Sarita about 3 years ago and when I saw her dollhouses, I was bowled over.
The best part was she built them, from the basement to the roof. Everything was
so meticulously done and love was written all over her creations.
Then one
day, on the way home from Dublin , Michael pulled over at Mitchelstown and there was this lovely shop
that sold beautiful dollhouses. So I had to realise the dream of my childhood
and bought a dollhouse for myself.
As I made
the quilt, mattress and pillows for the tiny beds, I could remember vividly the
tiny dresses I made for my children’s dolls. Then I progressed to making
clothes for my children – beautiful frocks embellished with smocking and embroidered
roses for Sonya and Audrey and pyjamas and bow ties for Samuel. And now that
the children have grown up, I wonder where all the time went and how they could
have fitted into those tiny clothes once.
We wonder
what we have imbued in our children. Have we given them life skills? Have we
showed them love? Have we disciplined them? Have we given them not only the knowledge of God but the experience of knowing
God?
One
of my friends whose son has just started college in another town said, ‘You
never realise the seriousness of what you do with your children until a new
season of a big change dawns.... which tells me of what and how I have invested
into the life of my son..’
Some
studies indicate that foetuses can hear and react to sound by moving. Other studies say music may enhance children's intelligence
and spatial reasoning skills. So, I remember I took up piano lessons just so
that my babies could listen to music regularly while still in the womb. Whether
it is coincidental or not, all my three children have perfect pitch and love
music.
Then
I read somewhere that children can read at an early age. So I taught them all
how to read at 18 months so by the time they were four, they were familiar
faces at the public library – a place where they could just sit for hours to
enjoy a good book.
Whatever
we would like to instill in our children, be it a love for music or for reading,
the key words are enjoyment, consistency and commitment. I remember the hours
that I spent reading to the children and sitting with them in a variety of
music classes. I remember the number of music teachers that came in and out of
our house – the short-lived strict teachers, the ill-tempered teachers and the
encouraging teachers.
We
all want our children to make us proud. Teaching them manners, respect, ethics
and a good attitude in life is what will set them apart. Disciplining them when
they are wrong and teaching them the realities of life will help them know that
the world does not owe them a living. Making them capable and confident will
prevent them from relying on others for handouts. We do the child a huge favour
when he is made to realise that he is not the centre of the universe and not
everything is about him.
While Ireland celebrates Mother’s day in March, May 11 is Mother’s Day in
Malaysia .
Audrey
wrote on my timeline ‘Thank you for being such a great mum who brought me up to
love the Lord and to reach for my goals. Thank you for all the love and care
you’ve shown me throughout the years. Thank you for everything you’ve done. I
love you, mum.’
And she gave me a dinosaur onesie. (one-piece jumpsuit) Now
what child gives a mum with grown up children that? She must know her mum very
well. So I wore it complete with a ridge on its back and a tail and when I
worked in the garden, my dog went completely mad, wondering what his mistress
has morphed into.
Back to
the dollhouse. When the switch is on, voila, the whole house lights up with the
little people in it and it looks so beautiful, just like a home with the people
you love in it.
Happy Mother’s Day
Source: http://www.nst.com.my/opinion/columnist/the-gift-of-motherhood-1.586486
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