Weekend Reflection: Purple Cake day, 8th March

 The reflection of my scarf is darker than the scarf.

http://www.purplecakeday.org/
Purple Cake Day is a charity event that supports children to get the education they need to break the poverty cycle and create a better future for themselves, their families, and their communities.

Purple Cake Day is about kids helping kids. The activities celebrate and connect children around the world, helping them learn about their role in the global community, and grow their sense of compassion, respect and leadership.

I spent the past week teaching my students what we could wear for our Purple Cake day. For the seniors, I taught about why we donate. My school chose Kenya, Nepal and Haiti. The first two are very close to my heart. In Singapore, at NTU, with my girl friends for 16 years, we raised funds for the Deaf in kenya. In 1999, I spear headed the donation funds in NTU to help separate a pair of con-joined Siamese twins. The Haiti earthquake is something our students are able to identify with.

Most of the kids wore purple and gave a gold coin. Some classes made purple cupcakes.

Purple was my favourite colour, and a quick check in my wardrobe showed many items of purple. I wore 3 items to school yesterday.


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24 hour curfew

            In 1970, we moved to our own house in Embang Road, Off Queensway. We became neighbours of Dr Wong Soon Kai. Our Road borders his house. This house was also on stilts with a void deck downstairs.

In August 1971, we were rudely woken from our sleep. I was in Form five, and Mother thought she heard the voice of Mr. Lau Tieng Sing, my principal over a loud megaphone. The message was in English and Mandarin. It was something like all households were to stay inside the house. The Government had imposed a 24-hour curfew. The young ones cheered the next morning when we did not have to go to school. But the reality sunk in when it meant we were not allowed to go even downstairs.

Our house was not fenced in and two sides of our house were abandoned rubber gardens. The Communists could hide inside, and so could the soldiers. In our garden, only the ducks’ area had a low filmsy chicken wire fence to keep the ducks from coming to the house but they were free to roam in the rubber garden. The other part of the big garden was unfenced. Mother was worried about the chicken with no food and water. She asked me to discretely go to the chicken coop to feed the chicken and the ducks, but Father said no, the soldiers might shoot me. 



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ABC Wednesday: Letter H for Hospital

This is a medical centre, but to the lay person, it is a hospital.My student Tang Ing Bing is one of the management team, and he gave me a grand tour. There are two blocks and have facilities for most like of ailments and even a residential care for senior citizens.





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Mellow yello/ruby red: yellow trailer with red brake lights and a red van.

A yellow trailer with red brake lights and a red van.

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Stay mellow with yellow!

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Thursday Challenge: Red

Corner of Pt Chevalier Library is painted red.

when I was young, 

I didn't have a good experience with the local library. 

The librarain was stern,

 and my book was over due. 

I didn't dare to return it

 because I had seen her scolding other kids.

 I didn't go to the library

 and one day, my Dad said,

 come, lets go to the library. 

I confessed,

 and he said what a silly billy I was. 

He took the book, 

which by then had accummulated so much fine.

 The library was Dad's friend. 

She waived the fine. 

Silly Billy me.

When I went to secondary school,

 I became a library all my 7 years there.

 I could read all the books I wanted to. 

May be that's why I became interested in writing. 

"RED" (Things that are red/pink,...)

Next Week: SIGNS (Commercial, Traffic, Funny,...)

Thursday Challenge is a place for photographic fun and learning.

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weekend reflection/ Photohunt: Steel

Reflection: My wok's lid reflects the light of my dining room.



Here is my Italian flat-bottom Chinese Wok. The lid can double as a Cloche. Polished my wok so you can see my kitchen window.


 It is meant to do everything from baking, boiling, stir frying, braising, pan frying and so on. In Chinese, they call it a ten thousand ability pot aka WAN NEN KUO. But the sales promotor at Yaohan saw that I wanted a flat bottom wok desperately, didn't bother to promote it's qualities to me. This Japanese store had long folded, but my Wok is still as good as ever. It's definitely worthed its money.

In Singapore, our kitchen was on the third floor. Many a time, the lid became a flying saucer and flew downstairs. Luckily, it didn't crash land on anyone, otherwise, it might be taken as an evidence as an UFO or in Singapore term, litter killer.

My kitchen is most happy when there is seafood. You need lots of hands to making it  clean and tidy, and quick cooking.



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MARCH

2nd * Steel

My new book: From China to Borneo to Beyond

Hot off the press, my books are ready to be released. This book would not have been possible without the hundreds of emails and telephone calls.

Acknowledgement

To my eight siblings, Rose, Elizabeth, Charles, Margaret, Joseph, Henry, Helen and Grace and their families for contributing to this book.

To my brother Joseph for editing and advice.

To my sister Margaret for proof reading and advice.

To my daughter Deborah for editing and formatting.

To my friends for encouraging me to write

To my husband for his love, patience and helping with the logistics

To my surviving children, Deborah, Gabrielle and Sam for understanding and assistance

To specially Anne Wilson for reading my manuscript and for her inspiration.

Finally, to Say Bo for her interview as an early pioneer woman.

About the author

Ann Kit Suet was born in Sibu, Sarawak. She went to Methodist Primary School and Secondary School. She graduated from University of Windsor, (Canada) and Auckland University and Auckland University of Technology. Ann is the 4^th child of Mr. and Mrs.  John Chan Hiu Fei.

Ann is the author of “Diary of a bereaved mother, Goodbye my baby”

Overseas orders to: 

Email: annkschin@yahoo.com

https://www.facebook.com/ann.chin.140

ISBN 978-0-473-23900-8  

311 pages

Printed in New Zealand.