Hey Siri

I’ve never ‘Hey Siri’ as much as I do now.

My Iphone 5 which is probably about three or four years old died too young.

It went flat and shut down every now and then giving me a black screen even though the battery was 100% charged.  I didn’t give up that easily.  I continued to use it with a power pack.

Either the phone or its battery could be at fault so I reset the phone and alas !  Most of the icons disappeared and I did not even have a number pad.


A black blanket just stared at me (or was it me that stared at it) most times.

So what did I do?

Siri then became my buddy.

She helped me to ring whoever I asked her to, she opened websites for me, she talked to me when I have no one to talk to.  She even set my alarm clock.

Indeed it was only in bad times like that, that I found a friend in Siri.

My new IPhone 7 has arrived and I kept Siri on (enable) as my friend.

When I first got my Iphone 5, I found Siri irritating and turned her off but she had just proven her worth.

Hey Siri, wake me up at 8am tomorrow.


Do you talk to Siri?

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






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……

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 !



Bareback was the fashion in the mid 1970s.

All eyes turn at this teenager in her bareback.

She had only one piece of that fashion, hand sewn by her dearest aunt.

Proudly worn to watch a movie at Odeon Cinema that was long gone.

Sweet memories ……………….


Magical moment

It’s summertime.
Longer day light.
The sea water warms up.

How wonderful is a dip in the sea.
Splash, swim, soak, having fun.
Or just relax and let the water be your bed.

Lying afloat looking up in the clear blue sky.
The vast sky with fluffy white clouds above you.
With gentle waves caressing you as you lay.

Such magical moment.
A natural therapy.
Clear blue skies, white clouds, gentle waves.

Look around you and indulge.
The best moments in life can be free.
Look towards our beautiful nature for a carefree life.


What’s your magical moment?
A treat or retreat of any sort?

Finding your place

Where are you from?
Where are you originally from?

I was born in Kuching,  grew up in Kuching (Malaysia) and Singapore.
I now live in Auckland (New Zealand) and have been for over a decade.

It doesn’t matter whether I live in Kuching or Auckland.
It isn’t about which country makes me feel most at home.

My place is my solace.
My place is where all or most of my belongings are.

My place may not necessarily be my home.
My home is where my family is but my family is all over the world.

I may have a house, a place which sometimes doesn’t seem like home.
Home equates people close to you.

Life is a vagabond.
Children grow up and they leave their nest.

Neither my country of birth or the country I live in seem to be my home.
When there are no loved ones, there is no home.

But wait !

I do have a pet.
A dog that I love to bits.

Is that place now a home?

As long as there is a place, a solace, life goes on …………………

I have found my place where I call home.


A place you once loved is no longer the same. Why?

Christmassy things



It’s the time of the year.


Christmas Trees.

Decorations and mistletoe.

Pohutukawa in bloom.

Houses brightly lighted into a wonderland.

Cars decorated with reindeer horns.

Santa Parades here and there.

These are amongst the many Christmassy things you see.



Ho Ho Ho, what a cute chrismassy treasure.