Little stars - Dugrostar Roadshow kick off

It must have been a tough call for the judges to narrow down their search for the Dugrostar semi finals. As detailed in my earlier post Show me your moves!, I gathered there were hundreds of hopeful applicant and some videos did blow my mind. I was amazed at how these little starts had so much talent in them and luckily for them, Dugrostar provided a platform for them to showcase it.

Now we are in the semi final rounds and Dugrostar is holding live performances across the nation and even up to Sabah and Sarawak! I applaud their effort in believing there is a star in every child and making sure children from all over Malaysia, are given an opportunity.

Although I did not make it for the semi finals in Sunway Pyramid because of family commitment I managed to gather information to share with you and reveal (drumroll please) the winners for Klang Valley region.

The winners for category; 3-6 years old:

Third place: Cindy Lim, 5 years old (on piano)

Second place: Vincy Kong Yun Sim, 5 years old (singing)

First place : Ashley Yong Hui Jung, 4 years old (dancing)

Winners with their winnings and judges

and representatives of the Dugrostar Roadshow

It was a fun filled day for all! Even if your children were not part of the semi finals, there was so much for them at the Dugrostar Roadshow. They had special booths that looked like recording studios. Your child can go in record a song or dance or do both and later watch for themselves, their performance . Isn't that simply great!? Your mini-me now has his own performance recorded for keep.

If your child likes strumming your pots and pans at home, there was a special booth, Dugrostar Beat that allowed children to beat on the drums to their hearts content. If this isn't enough to excite you, there were many other booths like Dugrostar Jump (a ball pit for younger stars to have a ball), Dugrostar Step (to move your feet to the beat), Dugrostar Style (face painting station with professional face painters!) and finally a family booth the Dugrostar Celebrity (booth to take family pictures while playing dress up with the costumes provided)

Phew! That sounds like an awful lot of fun and there is still plenty more to go. The Dugrostar Roadshow has not come to an end yet, so keep checking out my post on Show me your moves! and I will keep you posted with the next roadshow, that might just be in your neighbourhood.

The winners for category; 6-10 years old:

Third place: Erika Foo Hann-Yi, 8 years old (singing and playing keyboard)

Second place: Alexandrai Ng Shu Lynn, 6 years old (dancing)

First place: Darius Leong Por Loon, 9 years old (dancing)

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White for funeral

 

This post has been revised from my previous post

"It shouldn't be completely white. You need to pick a suit with some colour prints, to suit your age and marital status." That was all my mom said to me before disappearing back into the kitchen. My confusion must have been evidently visible on my face for her to say that.

I have never felt this dumbfounded or confused as I did standing in my bedroom, staring clueless at my colourful wardrobe. I, the maestro at packing suitcases, getting three kids and a dog, all snuggled and buckled up into my minivan in just minutes, had been staring at my closet for the longest time.

Just minutes earlier, I received a phone call that had evoked a certain emotions. Emotions that I had buried deep inside, because it rendered me incapable of performing my duties dutifully.

I was required to pack a little differently this time because my year long travelling, back and forth to my adopted parents' (through marriage) house to care for my ailing mother in law, was finally reaching its expiration.

It is customary to wear white at funerals but it did not feel right packing a white suit. My rebellious heart had not accepted that my daughter's grandmother, who had been valiantly battling a losing battle for three years was finally giving up and succumbing to cancer.

Although it hurt me to see her laying almost lifeless in her bed, an unexplainable comfort was prevalent each time I saw her chest move. So packing a white suit would mean I accepted defeat, on her behalf. What lesson would that teach my children? That I, a mere mortal am playing God by deciding her time was up. Was it really time for her to go, I wondered?

I was aware of her intentions the day she calmly said "I love you" and "I am ready to go", without fumbling over her words or with any sign of weakness. I knew it was for the best, for her and everyone around her, but how do I explain the necessity to pack a white suit to an eight and nine year old? How do I explain to them that they too, are required to dress in certain way? According to a dress code that was deemed suitable, a long time ago by my ancestors from a different land.

It seemed like only yesterday, I explained about death to my children and now I was about to show them how to dress at a funeral.
A funeral that was holding an empty casket for a person that was still breathing.
A funeral with all the necessary arrangements made but the death of the person it was meant for.
A funeral that was awaiting for the death messenger to take her soul away and leave behind an empty shell.

Alas, I am still standing clueless while clutching my empty bag.

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This post was originally submitted to the yeah write #186 nonfiction challenge, but didn't make the voting grid. I have edited and resubmitted it this week.

While away from home here are “5 WAYS TO PROTECT YOURSELF FROM THEFT”

Scene 1:
A man driving a decent looking car, cruises slowly along the houses in a quiet suburb, watching each house through his dark sunglasses. He slows down and pulls over right in front of a large double-story house. The car door opens and a well dressed gentleman steps out, still looking at the large house through his sunglasses. He moves to the back of his car and takes out a vehicle jack, wheel nut wrench, sharp knives, some cutters, black gloves, a torch, a thick cloth and a flat spare tyre.

Scene 2:

He walks up to the front door of that house while looking at every direction, for onlookers or passers-by. Puts down his stuff and reaches for the door knob. As he grabbed the door knob he lets out an inaudible scream (due to electric jolts), trips over his own stuff and lands hard on his face. Undeterred, he breaks into the house springing a chain reaction of numerous booby traps and suffering various injuries from it.

The above are scenes taken from movies. To some extent, it can pretty much happen in reality but the second scene (from Home Alone) is a little unrealistic because it exhibits superhuman ingenuity and resourcefulness in holding down the fort (Jonathan Rosenbaum - critic reviewer). Not many are capable of coming up with the cleverly thought and well planned booby traps in order to safeguard one's own house from burglary. Furthermore these booby traps will only render your house to be in shambles judging from the condition of the house at the end of the movie.

Year end is just around the corner, which marks the start of a long awaited holiday season. It is the time schools will close for weeks, hard working people will get their yearly bonuses and many would flock to the airport, train station or bus station to kick off their holidays. Year long planning will finally take off and you're off to some exotic destination, to de-stress. Wouldn't that be truly great if indeed holidays were worrisome free?

In reality, it is far fetched because holiday season is when a lot of thefts and break-ins happen. So safeguarding your house while you are away is crucial. You can accidentally leave one of your child behind, like in Home Alone and hope that he is capable of rigging the house with ingenious booby traps or you can follow these five, certainly more realistic, ways to ensure your house is safe while you are away.

 Burglar proofing tips:

"We're not home. Burglars, come in!"

1. Create an illusion of someone home.

This tip was inspired by Home Alone but my solution is not as extensive as that from the movie, it is a much simpler and a more achievable solution. Ensure you hold or redirect your snail mails and newspapers to a different address because huge pile of letters on your front doorsteps or envelopes sticking out of your mailbox is an instant tip-off that translates to "we're not home. Burglars come on in!" Invest in a timer that will light up and switch off lights - automatically, in different parts of the house. You can do the same with your radio and TV.

2. Shush!

Hold off the urge to share photos of your vacation on social medial, even if you captured a picture of a life mermaid and want to tell the whole world of their existence. This is another tip-off that you're not at home so your bluff is called and you can no longer rely on tip number one.

3. Love thy neighbour

Give a set of keys and details of your vacation to your trusted neighbour or a friend so that they can contact you in case of an emergency. You may also get them to move your car, water your plants, feed your fish, clear your stuffed mailbox, switch on and off your lights (if you're a cheapskate to invest in a timer) and make your house inhabitable by the time you get back from your vacation while they dutifully watched over your house! - OK that's a wee bit too much but if your neighbourly bond is strong, go for it!

"You don't want to mess with me. Walk away!"

4. Make your house appear impenetrable

Make your house look like a fortress which shouts “You don’t want to mess with me. Walk away!” Ensure shrubs and bushes are well trimmed, and no gardening tools are left in the open because these can be used by an intruder to break into your home. You may want to install lightings or motions detectors outside the house. If your house has an alarm, advertise it but outsmart any potential burglars by sticking on your wall, a poster from a different alarm company. This might confuse the burglar when he is unable to disarm your actual alarm system. Installing fake cameras is another good option.

5. Purchase a theft protection policy for your home.

You can take one step further by insuring your home and personal belongings with AIG Malaysia's Theft Protect - a brand new two-in-one theft protection policy for both in and out of home. This way if all others fails, you can rely on your insurance policy to cushion your fall. 

Wouldn't this be a much better way to leave your home during this holiday season? A truly stress free break, for you to rejuvenate.

Happy holidays.

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Inner peace

A year long travel.

My weekends dedicated to you

but you still left me.

I should have been in shambles.

 Instead I feel inner peace,

because you're in a better place.

 

 

My love affair...

I was not a big fan of soups because of my limited knowledge on types of soups available and it looked like they involved an awfully long time to prepare. The only soups I had grown accustomed to were the ones you get with an order of chicken rice, my mom's special herbs and spice soup or mushroom soup.

As I started venturing further into the culinary world (by watching cook shows), I was overwhelmed by the choices of soups and never dared to taste any of it. It wasn't until the day after I delivered my first born. My mom in law had prepared a special herbal soup which had ingredients I could not name or identify. At first I was a little apprehensive but I finished the whole bowl after my first sip! There was no turning back thereafter.

Soup is served on almost a daily basis in my house these days because it is easy to prepare, it is nutritious and my kids love soup. With just a simple recipe I managed to whip up three scrumptious meals.

Soup making has gone to a whole new level of ease with new kitchen gadgets and my life has become so much easier with the arrival of this humble looking crackpot.
It is straight forward and requires no prior experience to operate. As long as you know some basic operating rules, you are on your way to making meals while you sleep!

I'll be discussing more about the wonders of crackpot in my up coming recipes, so don't forget to connect with me to avoid missing out on these recipes.
As I was saying, meals while are asleep. It cannot get any easier than that.

My chicken soup (which I learned by watching my mom in law) is fairly simple to make but is power packed with wholesome goodness. To make this soup, all you need is free range chicken with as much meat removed. It like bone broth although I do add some meaty pieces of chicken to the pot.

The reason behind me putting meat is to allow me to make something more than mere bone broth from it. Keep reading and you will understand why.


Bone broth

Ingredients:
Free range chicken bones + some fleshy parts (just pick any part of chicken)
Enough water to cover the chicken but make sure you don't fill your crackpot up to the brim, to avoid spillage.
1 whole skinned onion
1 celery stick
Small knob of ginger.

Method:
I like to rinse the chicken with hot boiling water to remove any impurities and excess fat.
Put everything into crackpot and cover with just enough water and no seasoning is required. Close the lid and cook on slow for 12-24 hours.

I usually do this after my cup of coffee at tea time and forget about it till the next day, at lunch time.

The next day, I scoop out as much soup as I want and remove all the tender juicy meat off the bones. Then I return to bones to the crackpot so it can continue simmering in my crackpot for another round of hearty soup at dinner.

If I am serving rice or noodles, I would add some steamed carrots or potatoes into my broth and season it with salt.

If it's noodles, I would stir fry some garlic and prawns in a wok. Then add a dash of oyster, sweet and light soy sauce, and the broth to this mixture. When ready, ladle as much flavoured soup as you like into your bowl of  boiled noodles and top it up with some shredded chicken, fried garlic and spring onions. Another meal made in minutes.

If you are looking for a lighter meal or quick snack, boil some eggs and grate them using a grater, a tip I learned by watching my mom-in-law. Trust me, this works faster than mashing hard boiled eggs and the end result, a well combined sandwich spread.
Combine the shredded chicken with eggs and some finely chopped onions, celery, cucumber and mayonnaise. Season with salt and pepper to taste. Cover and let it chill in the refrigerator so the flavours can mature (or eat it immediately, works both ways).

Serve it chilled on your favourite slice of bread or sandwich it between to slices of bread with some aged cheddar cheese and toast it in a sandwich maker or on a hot plate.

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FF

Forever

There may not be a concrete slab with words on it to remind us of you.

 But you shall live forever in our memories. 

For you have touched more hearts than you can count.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A white suit

"It shouldn't be completely white. You need to pick a suit with some colour prints, to suit your age and marital status." That was all my mom said to me before disappearing back into
the kitchen. My confusion must have been evidently visible on my face for her to say that.

I have never felt this dumbfounded or confused as I did standing in my bedroom, staring clueless at my colourful wardrobe. I, the maestro at packing suitcases, getting three kids and a dog, all snuggled and buckled up into my minivan in just minutes, had been staring at my closet for the longest time.

Just minutes earlier, I received a phone call that had evoked a certain emotions. Emotions that I had buried deep inside, because it rendered me incapable of performing my duties dutifully.

I was required to pack a little differently this time because my year long travelling, back and forth to my adopted parents' (through marriage) house to care for my ailing mother in law, was finally reaching its expiration.

It is customary to wear white at funerals but it did not feel right packing a white suit. My rebellious heart had not accepted that my daughter's grandmother, who had been valiantly battling a losing battle for three years was finally giving up and succumbing to cancer.

Although it hurt me to see her laying almost lifeless in her bed, an unexplainable comfort was prevalent each time I saw her chest moved. So packing a white suit would mean I accepted defeat, on her behalf. What lesson would that teach my children? That I, a mere mortal am playing God by deciding her time was up. Was it really time for her to go, I wondered?

I was aware of her intentions the day she calmly said "I love you" and "I am ready to go", without fumbling over her words or with any sign of weakness. I knew it was for the best, for her and everyone around her, but how do I explain the necessity to pack a white suit to an eight and nine year old? How do I explain to them that they too, are required to dress in certain way? According to a dress code that was deemed suitable, a long time ago by my ancestors from a different land.

It seemed like only yesterday, I explained about death to my children and now I was about to show them how to dress at a funeral.
A funeral that was holding an empty casket for a person that was still breathing.
A funeral with all the necessary arrangements made but the death of the person it was meant for.
A funeral that was awaiting for the death messenger to take her soul away and leave behind an empty shell.

Alas, I am still standing clueless while clutching my empty bag.

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This post has been revised from my previous submission.