A rainy day at Hamilton Gardens

It was predicted to rain yesterday in Hamilton.  The weather forecast reviewed 40% rain and a cloudy day.

We decided to proceed to Waikato Balloons, rain or shine as planned.


Our first stopover was at the coal town, Huntly.  The Huntly Power Station is a distinctive landmark alongside the Waikato River, visible from many parts of the town and beyond.

A visit to Hamilton is not complete without a stroll at Hamilton Gardens.  The gardens are beautiful and green, rain or shine. You can visit Indian, Italian, Japanese, Chinese, English or Modernist Gardens and many more without having to fly to those countries.  How amazing, thanks to Hamilton Gardens.

That was one Saturday well spent.

The weather wasn’t too unkind to us.  Everyone came home happy.


Tea cups in a row

They look so dainty and sweet.

All lined up waiting ………… to be filled up.

With tea or coffee or perhaps just any drinkables.

Sitting so pretty on top of a saucer,

sometimes with a piece of chocolate or cookie

that accompanies.


The tea cup has a story.

” I have not always been a teacup. There was a time when I was just a lump of red clay. My master took me and rolled me pounded and patted me over and over and I yelled out, ‘Don’t do that. I don’t like it! Let me alone.’ But he only smiled, and gently said; ‘Not yet!’” “Then. WHAM! I was placed on a spinning wheel and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. ‘Stop it! I’m getting so dizzy! I’m going to be sick,’ I screamed. But the master only nodded and said, quietly; ‘Not yet.’

“He spun me and poked and prodded and bent me out of shape to suit himself and then… Then he put me in the oven. I never felt such heat. I yelled and knocked and pounded at the door. Help! Get me out of here! I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as he shook his head from side to side, ‘Not yet’.”

“When I thought I couldn’t bear it another minute, the door opened. He carefully took me out and put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. Oh, that felt so good! Ah, this is much better, I thought. But, after I cooled he picked me up and he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. ‘Oh, please; Stop it, Stop it!’ I cried. He only shook his head and said. ‘Not yet!’.”

“Then suddenly he put me back in to the oven. Only it was not like the first one. This was twice as hot and I just knew I would suffocate. I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. I cried. I was convinced I would never make it. I was ready to give up. Just then the door opened and he took me out and again placed me on the shelf, where I cooled and waited ——- and waited, wondering “What’s he going to do to me next?  An hour later he handed me a mirror and said ‘Look at yourself.’” “And I did. I said, ‘That’s not me; that couldn’t be me. It’s beautiful. I’m beautiful!’

Read more at Story : Teacup Speaks About Its Potter http://www.turnbacktogod.com/story-teacup-speaks-about-its-potter/#ixzz4cCqJVSxs






Our wish for a healthy bundle of joy

Friday’s child is full of grace.

Our prayers and wishes for a healthy bundle of joy finally arrived.

Little Kirsty, born on Friday 10, March 2017.

Our first grandchild, first child of my eldest daughter Joanne and her hubby Terence.

Precious story, a milestone into my autobiography.

Little Borneo girl is now a ‘Nanna’.


The Road Taken

I was back home again !

A much awaited yearly trip to visit my elderly aunt who is like a mother to me.

After two weeks quality time spent in Kuching where I was born, my Auckland home looks more ‘Peranakan‘ than before.

The road taken – from Kuching (Malaysia) to Auckland (New Zealand) came my grandma’s betel nut set and her Nyonya beaded slippers.


Kebaya and sarong

As a little girl, I have seen my grandmother and my second aunt (2ko pronounced ‘Ji Ko’) dressed in Kebaya and Sarong.  We are of the Peranakan (descendants of the Chinese immigrates who came to Malaysia, Singapore and Indonesia) heritage.

Kebaya is a figure-hugging blouse made from translucent (see-through) material beautifully embroidered with floral (mostly) pattern.  They are worn with camisole (baju dalam).  Kebaya are buttonless.  The patterns are sewn on edges with front opening and the closure is done by pinning both lapels together with kerosang.

A kerosang or Kerongsang is a string of 3 brooches studded with diamonds or stones attached with a chain.  The below image (credit to Little Nyonya Shop) is a kerosang with a traditional “Ibu & Anak” (Mother & child) kerosang design.

Kebaya is worn with Sarong (large length of cloth wrapped around the waist).  Above kebaya image is credit to Della of Little Nyonya Batik.

I am a third generation Peranakan and second generation Malaysian born Chinese currently living in New Zealand.  This blog started as my autobiography and my random thought today is on my rich heritage and my appreciation of the beautiful kebaya and sarong worn by the Peranakan Nyonya (female).

You may click here to read more about kebaya and read the story of one Singaporean Kebaya Maker  as he weaves his life into what the newspaper reported as a dying Peranakan craft.

Watch Donald Duck not Donald Trump

I am not into politics and the way the world goes on about Donald Trump is overwhelming to me.

The minute I turned on any news channel be it CNN, BBC, Aljazerra and even our local Sky News, there is bound to be something about Donald Trump.

Does the world think that Donald J. Trump is the very definition of the American success story?

Perhaps I am not up to his level.  I would rather watch our favourite old Donald Duck cartoon instead.  An old time favourite.

Are you a fan of Donald Trump or Donald Duck?

For Duck’s fan, here’s a funny one.  Enjoy……

Happy Year of the Fire Rooster


The world celebrated the Lunar New Year of the Fire Rooster on 27 Jan 2017.

In Chinese astrology, each zodiac year is not just associated with an animal sign, but also one of five elements: Gold (Metal), Wood, Water, Fire, or Earth.  Both zodiac sign and element are believed to affect one’s personality and destiny.

We had a few family and friends round for dinner and we did the prosperity toss.



I may be a Banana (a term for an Asian person living in a Western or non-Asian country) but I have not lost touch with my cultural identity.  The term is derived from the fruit banana which is “yellow on the outside, white on the inside“.

Wishing all bloggers good health, happiness and prosperity. Happy blogging !

The Greatest

I am a human and can only think like a human.

Every human being strive to live well.  Most, if not all people strive for success.

Some extremists want to be the greatest, the number one.

Achievement and success go hand-in-hand.  How great it feels to be an achiever.

To one person, success may be …. to be a good (and greatest) mother to her kid, whom in her eyes is the greatest kid in the world.

To another, success is to build an empire and make lots of money striving to be amongst the greatest and the richest.

When one is contented, one is be happy.  When one is happy, one feels great.  Everything he or she has is the greatest in the world – her kid, her pet, her husband, her favourite apron,  her old T-Shirt …………… they are all her greatest.

Who in the world is the greatest?  Or who do you recognise as the greatest?

Alexander, the Great because he is a conqueror.

A conqueror is someone who conquers his own weakness.

The greatest one is He who won his own battle.

via Tell us something or someone that you want to recognize as the greatest.

PS.  My dog thinks that I am the greatest !