A short story about my friend Joyce

Peach Flower This is a cute story about my friend Joyce, whom I think has the sweetest peach blossom luck ever.

Peach blossom luck? Can eat one ar? Not really though peach blossom luck along with the notion that everything under the sun is edible is a Chinese astrology/cultural concept. It simply means love luck, beneficial to the singles but not so to existing relationships, that is if you still want the relationship.

Peach blossom luck… some people have a lot, some have a little and some have none. Sucks to be them, really. What you do with the peach blossom luck is up to you: some act upon it while others let it pass by. In life, you do not have to seize every opportunity you get.

So this is a story about Joyce. She has some personal encounters that would make you wonder about her peach blossom luck. You know, you’d say things like, “wah how come all these things can happen one??” or “I thought this kind of stuff only happens in books/ movies.” Very interesting.

Joyce was at a cafe having some coffee. A guy was sitting at a nearby table next to the door stole glances at her. She felt his eyes and looked up, but perhaps he was shy and looked away. This “I secretly look at you, you secretly look at me” went on for quite a bit. Oh I’m sure you know how it goes.

After her coffee, Joyce asked for her bill and prepared to leave. As she opened the door to go out, the guy suddenly handed her a piece of paper napkin, “Miss, this is for you.”

She was a bit stunned, “Huh I don’t need tissue.”
“Just take it,” he insisted.

So she did. You know, maybe he was looking at something stuck in her teeth all this while and was too polite to say anything.

At home, she took out the paper napkin and saw that he had written his e-mail address on it.

Strip all the layers and thoughts of maybe he is a weirdo or a serial killer/ rapist/ murderer. Isn’t that the sweetest thing? I thought it was 🙂

Of course Joyce didn’t contact him. She’s lansi like that.

Ryan and his fish food

Ryan’s household has 6 new fat fishes. His job is to feed the fishes everyday, which he does.

One day his grandmother asked him,

“Ryan, did you feed the fish today?”
“Yes”, he replied.
“How much fish food do you give them everyday?”
“6.”

😯 😯 😯 😯 😯 😯 😯 😯

Ryan and fish food 01
6 pellets for 6 fishes

“You cannot just give them 6!! You have to feed them more, you know!!”
“Okay.”

The next day, his grandmother asked him again,

“Ryan, did you feed the fish today?”
“Yes”, he replied.
“How much fish food did you give them this time?”
“12.”

Ryan and fish food 02
One fish gets two pellets, no more no less

In case you’re wondering, now he feeds them a small bunch of pellets 🙂

It’s the boy’s 6th birthday today. Happy birthday Ryan!

Ryan and his lyrics book

Do you remember how you learned to read? I don’t, exactly. It was a blur of alphabets and word posters and Peter and Jane. Thankfully my Mom being a teacher means that we had a lot of reading material lying around in the house.

I think Ryan was having some problems with his reading, generally from a lack of interest. Mom found a solution for that: by writing down lyrics (in big friendly letters) to his current favourite songs, which coincidentally are her favourite 😀

See, big lyrics book with big handwriting for the boy.

Ryan and his lyrics book

… first page is a John Denver classic.

John Denver's classic in lyrics book

… this is Ryan reading and singing.

And this is Ryan with his evil youngest aunt in her most disheveled because it was at a comfortable place forcing him do everything according to her whim and fancies, in this case laughingly pose for a photograph.

Suanie and Ryan

Think it’s working. Ryan seems to enjoy learning to read via his lyrics book. Other oldies but goodies include Moon River, Knock Three Times and Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree. All my favourites too!

Ryan and his broken heart

Ryan and his grandmother are tight with a capital T. Nevertheless even the closest of relationships suffer once in a while, like muscles torn but then renewed with more strength and vigor. After all, the only people who can hurt you are the ones you love the most.

It so happened that the following conversation took place between Ryan and his grandmother recently, naturally after the course of one or two disagreements. Something about her not allowing him to go to the adult pool because he is… uh, 5.

Ryan: *cries* I don’t want to be your grandson any more. You find someone else to be your grand son!
My Mom: If you continue to behave like this, then I don’t want to be your grandmother any more.
Ryan: *cries* You say that, you make my heart broken! *points to his left chest area* Broken!

Ryan is Polo enough

Oh the above is just a random photo that I took after giving him the frisbee from the Volkswagen Media Drive goody bag.

Ryan and his grandmother? Best friends again 🙂

Ryan and his punishment

So Ryan was punished for something he did the other day. It was something he did that he was told over the years not to do, so he quite deserved it. My sister aka his mother took out the rotan and gave him a few licks on his buttocks.

The next morning he went to his parents and said, “Papa mama, next time when I grow up and I die because you beat me. Then when you have your own children again, make sure you don’t beat them okay. If not they die. Just punish them like this also can (Ryan demonstrates by kneeling down facing the wall), like that also can (Ryan demonstrates another kneeling position). Don’t beat them if not they die okay.”

ryan and the magic faraway tree

I forgot how, I forgot why but we were sitting at the dining table and talking about stories when I excitedly told Ryan, “When you grow up, you are going to read Enid Blyton’s books!”

Ryan: “Har, what is Enid Blyton?”
My mom: “No, he is not going to read Enid Blyton.”
Ryan: “No, I am not going to read Enid Blyton!”
Me: *aghast* “Huh why??”
My mom: “Haiyah, their generation where got read Enid Blyton one!”
Ryan: “I DON’T WANT ENID BLYTON AH YI I DON’T WANT!”
Me: “You are just parroting your grandmother. You don’t know what you want yet.”
Ryan: “NO! I TELL YOU I DON’T WANT!”
Me: “Then what will they read?”
My mom: “Harry Potter lor…”
Me: “What?!?! That piece of shit compared to Enid Blyton?!?!? NO I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!”
Ryan: “I DON’T WANT ENID BLYTON!!!!”

As you can probably see, my frustration was not with the respective authors but with my mom’s uncanny ability to effortlessly tweak Ryan’s needs and wants to her heart’s desire. I guess I should have gotten used to it, seeing how Ryan worships his grandmother since the day he was born. But it irritated me because this whole ‘exploring new things’ is best introduced at his age. As my close friends know, I tend to shut and slag off things and places I’ve never tried. But I’m 28 years old, I’m allowed to be jaded and cynical. Ryan’s only 4, there are plenty of years ahead for him to do that.

Enid Blyton’s works was a huge part of my childhood. I don’t remember how I got into it, probably I borrowed it from the school library or something. I think a few of my friends had certain titles as well and I devoured them like Starbucks iced latte. Oh I can’t begin to explain what and how I felt for those magical stories! They were most likely the reason why I love reading and day-dreaming. I wanted to be part of the Famous Five and the Secret Seven. I wished I had a wishing chair or that I lived in a caravan traveling with a circus. I imagined things I’d say to Mr. Pink-Whistle, Mr. Twiddle and Mr. Meddle. I wanted to smack Amelia Jane for being so mean and earnestly promised myself that I’d never be as cruel. I was pretty much in a world of my own, still am actually.

I glared at my mother with a ‘hmmphhh!’ and turned to Ryan.

“I am going to tell you the story of the Magic Faraway Tree.”
“Har what is the Magic Faraway Tree? Is it scary?”
“No it is not scary. It is a story by Enid Blyton and it is so magical and amazing and I promise you that you will love it!”

And so I began. It was only a summary of the story, for it has been well over 14 years since I read it. As I predicted, the boy was hooked.

“I want Enid Blyton.”

Yay.

This past week whenever I offered to tell him a story, he would ask for the Magic Faraway Tree. I told him that I would get him the book so we could read it together. Last night at Tropicana City Mall before watching Transformers 2, I dropped by Borders to purchase the Faraway Tree series. It is a hard cover compilation of 3 books, costs RM39.90 and has the same illustrations as the books I read so many years ago. It will be my present for the boy’s upcoming birthday in early August, and in it I shall write,

“To Ryan, Happy 4th Birthday and may you have many great adventures to come. Love, Ah Yi.”

Of course I am going to read it first.

traces of races

So I conducted a blogging workshop a couple weeks ago and the feedback was better than I’d expected. There was one comment though that stuck in my mind and I spent some time thinking about it. A participant remarked that s/he wished that there were facilitators of other races, specifically Malays and Indians so that the audience could have more perspective from their points of view.

Perhaps the participant was not privy as to how the workshop ended up with a few speakers. I understand that, because these things are usually internal communication and mostly have nothing to do with the outcome of any events. For explanation’s sake, I was supposed to be the sole person to conduct the workshop. As mentioned in my earlier post, I approached a few of my friends whom I thought would have something worthwhile to contribute especially in areas where I am not very familiar with. For example, Cheng Leong is a practising lawyer and has given many talks on blogging and law. He is also an active blogger. That was why I thought he’d be a good person to elaborate on the legal parts of blogging in Malaysia.

No doubt I could have asked Nizam Bashir, a practising lawyer in Melaka who spoke on defamation laws at a previous conference that I attended. Unfortunately I do not have a personal relationship with Nizam; it is mostly a “I know who he is and I think he sort of knows who I am” thing. He is also based in Melaka and to me, it may be a bit of a trouble to ask him if he could come up to KL on a Sunday to talk for an hour, when he has a family with young children to spend time with.

Perhaps those are just excuses. Again to me, it boils down to the personal relationship bit. In my defence, the ‘all Chinese’ part never occurred to me as I was only concentrating on each speakers’ field of expertise when it comes to blogs and blogging, and how their experience could add on to the participants’ understanding and knowledge. I truly didn’t think that it would be any deal at all because I’d like to think that I’m generally above the ‘what race you are’, but ‘what you know and did and how you can spread it to others’.

Maybe that’s just me. Maybe in my limited life experiences, I missed something along the way. That’s why I’m blogging this, and I’d like to know your opinion. Let’s put aside possible immediate reactions that may imply the participant was being slightly racist, or limited/ single-minded/ narrow in his or her thinking. With that, I ask you this: is it important to have speakers of different races at a ‘how to blog’ or ‘writing blogs’ workshop because of his or her differing perspectives and POV? And how?

I’ll start off with explaining the outline that I designed for the workshop. A few hours dedicated to the history of blogs, what are blogs, how blogs and blogging exploded worldwide then to Malaysia, how to start your own blog, explanation of templates and designs, do’s and don’ts of blogging (e.g. auto-play music, mouse trailer etc), what are web feeds and how to use it to track other blogs etc and so on. Rudimentary stuff – then again do remember that this was targeted for adult beginners. David Lian talked about blogs and media from a communications person POV, because he works in an international PR company and IMHO, one of the first to understand blogs, blogging and bloggers (as a PR person). Timothy Tiah talked about blogs and advertising, and I approached him because he is the co-founder of the first and largest blog advertising network in the country. Cheng Leong spoke on defamation laws, as well as intellectual property laws which I think is slightly more important because a lot of people are ignorant of what constitutes copyright etc. Peter Tan shared his experience of blogging as an advocacy tool; as someone who has been reading local blogs since 2003, I followed his stories on how he corresponded with MAS, Air Asia etc. Yvonne Foong uses her blog to raise awareness of her life with Neurofibromatosis and to raise monies for her surgeries. I thought that would be a great addition as an example how blogs are beyond the personal stuff of what I ate for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Like I said, it was my workshop to conduct, and these are my point of views. It wouldn’t have mattered to me if David Lian Abdullah or Timothy A/L Tiah was the speaker, as long as they can convey and share their experiences on the subject. Again I admit that I may have missed something. What do you think?