Tuesday, January 15, 2013

A poem for a son

“To a son who is on his voyage for knowledge”

He pleads for nasi lemak
which I make myself
not from the road stall.
He asks for chocolate cake
fresh from the oven
not from the bakery.
My simple waffle and anchovies nugget
are his favourite for evening tea
while spaghetti and fried chicken
coated in hot sambal
are special weekend treats.
Nasi goreng kampung
and chilli sauce are compulsory.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Malaysia Coconut Pancakes
3 cups flour
1/2 cup of grated coconut flesh (desicated coconut)
1/4 tsp. salt
1 small spoon of baking powder
3 eggs
1/3 cup oil palm
1+ cup milk

Mix all the ingredients in a blender. Then, fry in a pan over medium heat. Use a bit of oil to fry the pancakes.

The images are taken from TIANA Ltd and www.diytrade.com

Using poem to teach writing

Teaching tips:
You may use this poem to teach about healthy eating habit. You can teach new words associated with the word “eat”. You may also teach your students to pronounce the words and to recite the poem using the correct rhythm and intonation. Then, you can get your students to create their own poems, write a speech about a good eating habit or a story about a friend.

Poem: “My Friend, Farah”

We consumed six meals a day
Tons of ice-cream
Tons of chocolate
Yet we remained skinny
Friends called us the Bony F.

Cruel age caught up with me
I began to put weight around my middle
Farah called my fat “love handles”
I was now pleasantly plump
But Farah remained pencil slim.

Then one day Farah called
She wanted to help me lose weight
By dieting with me
But I wasn’t convinced ……
She wasn’t the sacrificing kind.

Farah had put on five kilos
She started a liquid diet
Enrolled for aerobics and yoga classes
And lost two kilos after a week
Yet she was weak and dizzy.

Soon, she lost five kilos
But she did not stop
She was a woman obsessed
No more regular meals
She threw up all the food she ate.

Her eyes were all bloodshot
Her spine was sticking out
She was definitely shrinking
She no longer had the stamina to exercise
She looked like a war or famine victim.

One day I received a call
She had a heart attack
I saw her on hospital bed
With all the tubes in her
What a pitiful sight!

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

A Master Teacher (Guru Cemerlang)

Do I deserve to be a master teacher?
when I only teach the full bright kids?
I don't have to roll my sleeve and wipe the salty sticky sweat
that dripping down my face like some of my friends in the not so good school.
Oh my.....they ran up the stairs
and down again.
I am almost breathless chasing them
to go into the classroom.

What am I doing now?
Filling up the form with my particulars
praising myself, stating why I.....
deserve to be a master teacher.

Yet in not so good school
The mischievous teenagers who can't even sit still,
and always flashing their yellow teeth
keep saying....
I don't have a pen teacher.
Can I borrow your pen, teacher?
Oh,I left my book teacher.
when ask the reason for not writing.

Do I deserve to be a master teacher?
when I can't even help these not so good kids
to get a pass in English
or at the least, to love learning.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Dedicated to my children

“Forgive me”

Forgive me dear child
Each time I step out for work
You are still asleep
Most of the time
I can’t even give you a peck of kiss
on your chubby cheek
and smell your sweet sweat

I know you are waiting for me
For you are always right there
In front of the door
When I reach home
Your small mouth babbling
Mum, you are always having a meeting
An excuse I don't have to feed you anymore

Hundreds of time I’ve let you
Sleep on my feet
While I was pressing the keyboards
Cursing the abundance of the mundane
That has stolen my precious time
with you, my little one
whom I hope won’t abandon me ......................when I am old, crippled, hopeless and weak.