Posted by: lydiateh | November 12, 2009

Potholes, roadblocks or hurdles

I was at Jusco Bukit Raja last week. It had been more than a month since I stepped foot there. I wasn’t prepared for the feeling of melancholy and sadness that engulfed me. I used to go there regularly: sometimes once a week, sometimes every other day. It was a pit stop for me while waiting for the kids. The Jusco food court was also my ‘work place’ – I’d bring my notebook and park myself on one of the chairs that face the expanse of glass windows so I can look out at the luscious leaves waving from outside while I write or wait for the muse. My favourite haunts were (still are) Popular and MPH where I’d check out the Malaysiana shelves without fail, and occasionally bug the sales assistants about giving my books a prominent display.

My days of wandering around Jusco are gone. No more freedom to go where I want when I want. I miss the good old days, the kids do too.  Now it’s all about this new venture which has its own teething problems. As I reflect on the not-so-good things-which-aren’t-s0-terrible-either which have happened of late, I think to myself, how should I view these?

Potholes? They only make the ride bumpy and shake up the suspension. Not good for the driver and the vehicle. What you get is a feeling of relief after you’ve negotiated the potholes.

Roadblocks? A complete waste of time unless it’s meant for nabbing someone like Osama.

Hurdles? You jump over them; some fall, some remain standing. And they are good for strengthening the legs.

Hurdles it shall be.

Having said that, there are so many blessings to be thankful for too. I’ve got friends/partners who are helpful. The family help out when they can. The centre has been beautifully renovated. There’s no way to go but up.

Posted by: lydiateh | November 9, 2009

Crocodile tears don’t count

Out of the blue, no. 3 said, “Mummy, you say women live longer than men because they cry more. So that means actors live longer than other people-lah? They cry a lot what.”

Hmm.. I’ve never thought about that. But fake tears don’t count. In fact, crocodile tears may even kill you if you’re an actor and you can’t get the crying to appear genuine and you’ve got to do several takes.  Too much stress can affect your lifespan.

Posted by: lydiateh | November 8, 2009

Spellbinding success

This is an inspiring success story. My son likes to read these books and my young tween friends are crazy about them too. Now if I can apply the same formula to English books…. But easier said than done. Ideas, anyone?

Casting a spell on children (The Star, 8 Nov 2009)

By Yip Yoke Teng

The success of the Harry Potter books has inspired school teacher and textbook writer Khor Ewe Pin to pen a series that has now become a bestseller in the local Chinese publishing industry.

THE local Chinese book industry is currently experiencing a Harry Potter phenomenon of sorts as young readers snap up new titles of a series as soon as they hit the shelf.

It seems the books have topped the charts compiled by the Chinese department of Popular Bookstores in 31 out of 36 weeks, outdoing those published by masterplayers China, Taiwan and Hong Kong.

Demand has been so hot for this local series that Popular Bookstores now takes up to 500 copies of its new releases, as opposed to its usual practice of ordering a maximum of 10 copies per title for each outlet.

The first batch ordered always exceeds 4,500 copies, and all will be sold within a month.

The fact that this is happening in a country where only 3% of regular readers prefer books, and where most readers prefer foreign materials, seems just surreal.

To date, the first book titled Seven Days has sold more than 30,000 copies since its release in 2006 – even at the relatively high price of RM20 per copy.

Talented trio: Khoo (right), Loh (left) and Tang are the main characters behind the success of Odonata’s best-selling series.

The success of the series has stunned everyone from writers and editors to publishers, all of whom thought books with 80,000 to 100,000 characters sprawled over 300 pages without illustrations would never get the attention of young readers.

So, what led to this craze and who is the wizard behind the phenomenon?

Well, it all began in a modest publishing house tucked away in Taman Len Sen, Cheras with former school teacher and textbook writer Khor Ewe Pin wielding the magic wand.

Khor, 54, who holds a zoology degree and a master’s degree in Education, was motivated to start writing books for children who, these days, would be categorised as tweenies.

“I was wondering what books there were for my children to read as they grew older,” says Khor who founded Odonata Publishing Sdn Bhd, which used to specialise in children’s magazines and learning references, 10 years ago.

Filling a literary void

The man, who speaks softly, slowly and is always with a smile, says he noticed that children would enter a literary void when they reached the age of nine. That’s when nursery rhymes and fairy tales no longer attract them, and they will gradually stop reading if they don’t have the right materials, he explains.

His youngest daughter was at that age, and it worried him, he adds.

“Children’s books from the West have a different set of values, while Taiwan’s and Hong Kong’s are written in traditional Chinese. Those from China also use terms that our children have difficulty grasping.”

The thought bothered him for some years until he finally found the solution in the wake of the global Harry Potter phenomenon. “(J.K.) Rowling proved that children were actually voracious readers as long as the stories fascinated them,” says Khor.

“I studied her works and noticed that she used the conventional novel format, which was to have cliffhangers and climax.

“I thought, hey, I know how to do that, too,” recalls Khor, an award-winning writer known for his clean, down-to-earth writing style infused with a sense of humour.

He also observed another trick: the story must have elements that children are both familiar and unfamiliar with. The Harry Potter stories are set in a school where children go every day, but they learn wizardry, which ignites their fantasies.

So, Seven Days is about pupils, teachers and bus sekolah but the story brings the characters to a cave that is dark and alien.

The first to read the book was his youngest daughter and she is now his meanest critic. After first “approving” the story line, she then shared her father’s 30,000 characters-long work with her peers, whose passionate responses gave Khor more ideas to fine tune it.

It worked. The first book, and the subsequent releases, all became bestsellers. Other titles penned by Odonata’s chief editor, Tang Show Yin, also sold like hot cakes. A total of 14 titles are in the market now and are hotly talked about in schools and on online forums.

Parent Wang Mui Kim from Kuantan says her 12-year-old daughter, who was initially intimidated by the book’s dense text, is now always waiting for the publisher’s latest releases.

“She read only comics before this, but having read all the books from Odonata, she now looks out for other children’s books and shares them with her friends,” Wang says.

Overwhelming response

Chia Ah Chai, a retired headmaster of a primary school in Kuala Lumpur, says Odonata’s books have succeeded in inculcating the reading habit among his pupils.

“They were hooked and even used their pocket money to buy the books. I think that’s because they can relate to the stories,” he says.

Secondary school teacher Kee Yen Ling says she has noticed the same thing happening among her students.

“Even pupils who do not like reading are scrambling for the books. They do not mind paying extra to buy them at bookstores to be the first to know the stories. That really shocked me,” she says, adding that her order for 100 copies of every title was snapped up in the first week.

Talks, autograph sessions and write-ups in newspapers arranged by Khor’s business partner, Loh Chong Yong, also helped to promote the books.

Instead of propelling Khor to cloud nine, the wild demand for the books has filled him with a heavy sense of obligation.

“There are suddenly so many things to do now, right before my planned retirement,” he says, flashing his affable smile.

One of these challenges is to create a new series that would meet the needs of readers who would soon outgrow the current books.

He also hopes to train new writers and help those who are struggling in their career.

“So far, there are no Chinese writers in Malaysia who live on full-time writing,” Khor says.

“We’ve always hoped to improve the situation. We train new writers, pay them royalty and propel them towards international exposure.”

The good news is, Odonata’s works have captured the interest of Chinese publishing houses who are buying their copyright. This would open up more opportunities for local writers to tap into the RM1.3bil market.

A writing competition for children’s stories will be their opportunity to show off their skills. The competition organised by Odonata is offering RM30,000 as first prize, the highest so far in local Chinese literature.

Fantasies with a message appeal to young readers

SO what are the stories and characters that are sweeping so many children off their feet?

Unlike Harry Potter, the books narrate the encounters of different characters.

The most popular title, October, is about how a child named Xu Ruo Xuan copes with the death of his adopted mother who loved him selflessly. It is a tear-jerker that touches hearts, and it also tackles several Chinese taboo subjects.

Xu is the only character whose adventure straddles two titles in this sci-fi series. A gung-ho type, he wants to be a little hero but always fails in his bids. One day, he goes on a quest to find his aged parent who was frozen for 47 years. He wakes up to a drastically different world where there are no birds at all – culled to end bird flu – and the environment is being abused.

It takes skill to teach children about parental love and environmental conservation, and more to develop the habit of reading these topics. One must use only the words children can comprehend, and there must not be any hint of violence and romance, yet the 100,000character-story has to keep them riveted till the end. Many editors have said this is impossible but for Khor, unwavering dedication has made it happen.

Khor humbly attributes his success to his previous working experiences where he learned how to interact with children and educate them effectively.

“I hope children can learn about empathy as they relate with the characters in the books. Aside from that, I hope they learn about reasoning, which is lacking in many among us,” he says.

Seven titles have been released this year and another 10 or more will be coming up in 2010, including a book penned by him and his youngest daughter who is 14 years old.

“We are happy because the children are happy,” Khor says.

In the near future, he hopes to leave the marketing and expansion aspects of the business to Loh so that he can concentrate on writing.

Posted by: lydiateh | October 20, 2009

New Life

After17 years as a housewife, I am hanging up my apron to join the work brigade with regular office hours. Well, it was good while it lasted. I enjoyed being a housewife, though some people could not hack this type of life. I enjoyed the writing-from-home life too. But, it’s time for a new chapter.

This change has to be reflected in this blog. It can’t be Life’s Like That – the ramblings of a desperate housewife anymore. It’s now called Life’s Like That @ Cambridge. The language centre I’m running is a franchise business – Cambridge English for Life but to include this in the blog title would be a mouthful, hence just Cambridge.

As a result of this new venture, necessarily there has to be a change in lifestyle.

  • Now I have to wake up early everyday to go to the office. My ‘early’ is your ‘late’ so I won’t tell you how early is early. But I have to be in the office at 10.00 am from Tuesdays to Saturdays. Commuting to work takes approximately 30 to 45 minutes depending on the traffic condition.
  • Now I can’t cook everyday like I used to. The kids are already missing mum’s cooking but there’s no choice. I have to cater food unless I want to be stressed up even more by cooking before I leave for work. Home-cooked food has to be reserved for Sundays, Mondays and public holidays.
  • Now there is less leisure time to read the newspapers and watch TV and just lepaking around. After getting home from work, there are still chores to be done – washing the toilets, doing the laundry, clearing up this and that, doing a bit of revision with no. 4 when it comes to exam time. I have forgotten how hard working  career women are and have renewed my respect for them.
  • Now the kids must do more chores. They have to help out more around the house, especially the two younger ones. The teenagers are in college and have less time at their disposal.
  • Now no. 1 has to shoulder some of the chauffeuring duties or as he puts it, “a part-time mother.”
  • Now I have to put on my sweetest telephone voice. My voice has never been sweet – especially on the phone and I usually sound like I’ve just got out of bed or I’ve just ran a 5-kilometre marathon. My colleague from another centre said I sounded so tired on the phone. Haha, that’s just me, my dear. Now for the sake of attracting students, I shall have to put on my perkiest voice to sound as if I’ve just struck the jackpot in a contest.
  • Now there’s less time for writing. But this may be a good thing to force me to be more productive in the limited time I have. I don’t intend to stop writing yet. Just taking a breather from it. After I’ve settled down a little at Cambridge, it’s back to the keyboard.

We had our official opening on Sunday. Here are some pictures of the event. More pix here. Thanks to Rick for the photos.

Opening 1Opening 3Opening 4

Opening 2

Posted by: lydiateh | October 15, 2009

New Venture

Blog readers, thank you for your forbearance with this inactive blog. As you know I’d been pretty busy getting the manuscript for my children’s guidebook done. Well, it was done and submitted BUT I have to rework it to add more information. Thankfully, my new deadline is end of the year, so there’s time yet.

These past few weeks I’ve been busy with something else: getting ready a language centre which I will be running. You don’t have to be a prophet to predict that now there’ll be even less time for me to blog. However, I will try my best to include updates at least twice a month.

Now for more info on this new venture. It is a franchise called Cambridge English for Life. There are courses for very young learners of 3 and 4 right up to working adults. The new centre is located in Setia Alam. Postcode wise it is in Shah Alam but location wise it is in Klang (on the way to Meru.)

Our official opening is this Sunday, 18 October at 2.30 – 5.00 pm. There’ll be a colouring contest for children aged 7 to 12 and high tea. If you are in the area, do drop by. Email me at tehlydia@yahoo.com for directions.

Posted by: lydiateh | September 30, 2009

Book done, tremors felt

Finally, I am done with my manuscript for my children’s guide book. What a relief! I had been burning the midnight oil for the past few weeks in order to meet the deadline. It’s not the end yet, of course. I will have to revisit the manuscript after it has been edited by my editor but the bulk of the work is out of the way.

I am so glad that I won the Samsung laptop or I would still be slogging away on the book. Murphy’s Law being what it is, my telephone cable had to snap during the Hari Raya break which meant that I was without Internet for one week. Telekom came to restore the line yesterday. While the line was down, I had to hog cafes with wifi in order to do my online research. Last Saturday was the longest session I ever had : 7 hours without budging from my seat except to take toilet breaks. Total spent: RM15 for brunch, coffee and tea. Quite reasonable. (If I had gone to Starbucks, just one cup of coffee or tea would’ve set me back by RM10.) Fortunately the eatery was not busy or the waiters would’ve stared daggers at me for overstaying my welcome.

After sleeping just five hours last night, I was acting like a zombie in the morning.  At six-something in the evening, while working at my laptop in the kitchen, I felt the table swaying. Now that couldn’t be due to lack of sleep as I had caught up on sleep in the daytime. I thought my legs were shaking the table as one knee was propped up against it. (That’s one advantage of working from home. You can sit anyhow you like.) I moved my leg away from the table. The table was still shaking.

Next thought which crossed my mind: Woah, lizard, take it easy, will you. Why are you shaking the table so (this thought directed at the scoundrel of a lizard which has taken up residence at my dining table – under the Lazy Suzan). But then it can’t be the lizard. It’s not that strong. Must be some other animal – a rat perhaps? Urrgh.

Then I felt my chair swaying. It can’t be due to lack of sleep – I caught a nap (two in fact – one to make up for lost sleep and another to celebrate the completion of my book). Oh no! It’s an earthquake!

“Hey! Did you feel the earth shake?” I yelled at the kids upstairs. No. 3 was blur like a sotong. No. 2 said, “Yeah, I felt it but I thought I was feeling dizzy after staring at the computer for too long.”

Later after picking up no. 1 from college, I asked if he felt the tremor. He did but he thought he had a bout of dizziness due to working too hard (haha!).

I suspected an earthquake had hit some place in Indonesia. True enough, it was an earthquake measuring 7.9 on the Richter Scale in Padang, Sumatra. At moment, online reports said the casualty is 20+ lives. Terrible, but this figure will probably climb in the next few days.

Posted by: lydiateh | September 14, 2009

Short article by daughter

No. 2 wrote this short, sweet article about no. 4 in Starmag’s Generation Gap column, published yesterday.

The Sibling Connection (The Star, 13 September 2009)

WHAT is the sweetest thing in life? Is it waking up in the morning and finding an “I love you” note beside you on the bed? Is it going to bed after hours in front of the PC and finding a drawing of a huge Smiley face wishing you “Good night, XOXO”? Or is it coming home after a long tiring day in college and being greeted with a bear hug?

Yes, I get all that from my sweet little sister.

I want to always be able to hug her, pinch her soft chubby cheeks, kiss her and carry her like a baby. But I also want to be able to talk about “deeper” stuff with her, instead of just asking, “Who did you go to recess with?”

I want my sister to remain innocent, to say the cutest things like, “The cuttlefish will cut your stomach!” But I want her to grow up, so I can finally have someone to share my clothes with. Well, I shouldn’t worry too much. She is growing up and there’s nothing I can do to stop that.

My sister says she wishes that we were twins. She already is a carbon copy of me. A mirror image, my Dolly. She looks like I did when I was her age. She has the same favourite colours as me. She does her hair the way I do mine. She listens to the music I like and watches the TV shows I watch. She even copies the fancy way I write.

The perfect sister? Pretty much so. Even when I do get upset with her, it’s never for long. Once I was angry and refused to speak to her. She wrote me a note saying, “I am sorry, sister”. How could I possibly stay angry? And people still wonder why I love her so much.

I want to protect her from the harsh realities of life: Sometimes people won’t like you for who you are, they don’t want to be your friend. Sometimes you’ll experience failure and disappointment, heartache and bitterness.

She has to experience all that herself. Still, I know I will always be there for her. If she wants me, that is. She might, she might not. Bonds can fade. Hopefully, not ours.

I will treasure the moments I have with her because not everyone gets a angel for a sister. The 10 years between us is not a gap. It’s a bridge that connects two separate souls.

Posted by: lydiateh | August 31, 2009

Article in The Star’s National Day Special

Different but same

By Lydia Teh

Food, festivals, family and fun are the factors that make us wholly Malaysian.

ONE plus one equals one or 1 + 1 = 1. Mathematically this is wrong but according to the biblical concept of marriage, it is right. Husband and wife are to cleave to each other as one.

Though they are male and female with different characteristics, temperament and whatever emotional baggage they bring with them to the marriage, they are one.

‘The ties that bind us go beyond food, though that is arguably one of the strongest ties. Take the sarong. This humble piece of cloth is worn by people of all races. It is the ultimate attire for chilling out at home.’ Lydia Teh (centre)

Using the same analogy, Malays, Chinese, Indians and Others are one under the 1Malaysia concept: 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 1. Though they are of different races and cultural backgrounds, they are one.

1Malaysia is a new slogan but is the concept new? I read that Yasmin Ahmad said something to the effect of “Dat fella copy me-lah.” I can see where she was coming from.

Her commercials and movies promote bangsa Malaysia and they are so unpretentious and down-to-earth that even children can enjoy them.

Sad to say, her passing has left a void unless one of her protégés rises to the challenge as she did to become a worthy successor of P. Ramlee.

Think about it: aren’t we already practising 1Malaysia to a small extent? Let me enumerate some of the ways since we’re so fixated with numbers.

1. Hari Raya is coming. My family and I will be visiting our next door neighbours to share in the joy of the festival.

If we want to feast on rendang and ketupat, we have to go on the first or second day when there’s plenty to eat. But we’re not gluttons. If we could only visit after the good food is depleted, we’d be just as happy with cookies and syrup, though our stomachs might growl for rendang.

But we don’t just share food with each other (we give them Mandarin oranges and groundnuts during Chinese New Year). We share dust and water too. When they renovated their kitchen, dust floated into our kitchen via ventilation holes.

I didn’t cook when the drilling was intense. The last time I checked, dust is not an edible seasoning.

When our house was being repainted and we needed more water power to operate the high-pressure water machine to spray off old paint, our neighbours came to the rescue by letting us tap into their water supply for free.

2. When we go out to eat at the mamak stall, we can see diners of all races tucking into their roti canai and teh tarik. This is the most muhibbah institution in Malaysia.

Where else can you see Malays, Chinese and Indians under one roof (or roofless sometimes) intent on fulfilling one of life’s basic needs? KFC and McDonalds? But they serve Western food.

Mamak has the Malaysian identity chopped all over it. We are united in our love for ghee-laden food and milk-saturated tea. “United we stand, divided we fall” should be paraphrased as “Ghee-nited we stand, tea-vided we fall.”

3. The ties that bind us Malaysians go beyond food, though that is arguably one of the strongest ties. Take the sarong. This humble piece of cloth is worn by people of all races. It is the ultimate attire for chilling out at home.

Its “natural air-con” and simplicity of design makes it versatile. It can be used as a baby sling or a cradle.

I was rocked to sleep on a sarong cradle when I was a baby. My children had a rocking good time too when they visited grandma.

4. There’s a reason why there are so many beggars and charities asking for donations in public places. The generosity of Malaysians overflows its cup. People give, to these and deserving cases highlighted in the media. Malaysians are truly generous.

Despite being 1Malaysians, there will be facets of our lifestyle that are different from each other. That’s unity in diversity for you.

Take food for instance. We enjoy festive goodies such as kuih bangkit and kuit kapit at both Hari Raya and Chinese New Year but lemang will always be associated with Hari Raya and yee sang with Chinese New Year.

Whether Malays, Chinese or Indians, there will be cultural differences on how we eat (what can I say, our national pastime is eating), how we wed, how we bury our dead or how we celebrate a newborn.

Babies are born pure, like white sheets of paper to be painted on. If a Chinese mother threatens her young one to eat his food or the Ah Neh Neh (colloquial for Indian) will catch him, the boy will grow up fearing dark-skinned people.

If a Malay father warns his daughter not to mix with the Chinese or she might get cheated, the girl will eye with distrust those with mata sepet (slit eyes.) Children are colour-blind. It is the adults who teach them otherwise.

The onus is on our young ones to raise another generation to become more integrated: to eat with each other, to give generously of their friendship and concern, to wear Baju Malaysia (which incorporates different elements of each ethnic group’s traditional wear).

In short, to become as well-mixed as rojak, yet maintaining the distinctive flavours that make us different.

Allow me to end with a poem that is a favourite among readers of Honk! If You’re Malaysian, judging from the frequency with which it is quoted in blogosphere:

“Regarding our inherent make-up, is one race more likely to act in a certain way than another? A friend of mine puts it this way:

Kalau tidak malas, bukan Melayu,
Kalau tidak tipu, bukan Cina,
Kalau tidak minum, bukan India.
(If you’re not lazy, you’re not Malay,
If you don’t cheat, you’re not Chinese,
If you don’t drink, you’re not Indian.)

To my friend I say:

I’m Chinese but I’m no cheat,
My friend’s Indian but he’s no drunk,
Another is Malay but he’s no slob,
Chinese, Indian, Malay or Others,
We are who we make ourselves to be,
Not the stereotypes we’re made out to be.
But if we don’t buck the trend,
We’ll forever be stamped.”

Forty-something Lydia Teh is the author of ‘Honk! If You Are Malaysian’. She likes to eat roti canai when money is tight which isn’t surprising as her latest book is ‘Stretching Your Dollar$ and $ense – More than 300 money-saving tips for anyone and everyone’.

BEHIND THE SCENES

The above picture was taken in The Star’s photo studio with Star employees. From left : Sheela Chandran (in case you’re wondering, she’s Chinese Indian and writes for Star Two, Kamarul is a photographer, Nathan is from the photo department and Lim from Editorial Admin.) What a muhibbah bunch. There was plenty of camaraderie at the photo shoot too. The photograph is by Raja Faisal.

Posted by: lydiateh | August 27, 2009

Samsung Imagi.nation winners

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Yes, this sleek and shiny Samsung R470 is mine! If I have superpower, I would’ve circled the earth ten times in glee. Thank you very much to Samsung who deems me worthy to win this cool laptop for my use. For years I have been wanting to own one and after entering several contests which promise laptops and coming away empty handed, now at last, this super-duper computer is mine to call my own. Now I don’t have to listen to the loud whirring of our desktop. The more browsers are open, the louder it complains. I won’t have this problem with the R470. Read the superb review in The Star today. I am looking forward to putting it to good use.

R470 3

This win would not have been possible without the support of my readers who helped by giving their comments on my Imagi.nation blog entries. I promised a main prize of RM50 voucher + 1 copy of Stretching your dollar$ and $ense and two books as consolation prizes. As I have nabbed the prize of my desire, I want to thank all those commenters who have encouraged and supported my effort by giving them a prize each. Here are the winners who will each receive a copy of Stretching your dollar$ and $ense :

1. Elaine
2. Clareng
3. Synical
4. Shin
5. Ilene
6. Firethorn
7. Spearhead
8. WP
9. Foongpc

Drumroll to the main winner – picked by random draw :

CLARENG who will receive a RM50 cash voucher in addition to the book. (Please let me know whether you prefer Jusco, Tesco, Giant, MPH or Popular vouchers.)

And a special prize to this young lady who has been faithfully commenting on my blog though my postings have been sporadic and pathetic. She’s my no. 1 cheerleader at the moment :

ELAINE who will receive a Samsung foldable travel bag in addition to the book.

Congratulations to all winners. Please email your address to tehlydia@yahoo.com so I can mail you the prize. If you want to pick up your prize personally, I will be at the Bookfest this Saturday, 29 August 2009 for a book talk between 5.00 to 6.00 pm at the KLCC.

My apologies for this late announcement. I couldn’t do it any earlier as the Samsung prize-winning luncheon was only held last Saturday and I only got my R470 yesterday.  A big thank you to Sue Tan and her team at Samsung for their hard work. Thanks a bunch, Samsung, for sponsoring the prizes. Besides my laptop, they gave away a home theatre system, a netbook, a DVD player and MP3s among others. (All top 20 bloggers get their pebble MP3.)

Posted by: lydiateh | August 22, 2009

Delay in winner announcement

I’m sorry there’s a delay in winner announcement to the Samsung Imagi.nation contest. You will know why later. But results will be out this coming week.

Posted by: lydiateh | August 14, 2009

Contest results out next week

Thanks to all those who have commented on my Samsung Imagi.nation posts. Appreciate your help very much. I will announce the results next week after the Samsung winners are made known. Be patient for just a few more days.

Can’t blog much because I’m working on my book manuscript which is due in September. On top of that I have another biggie that will tie me up for the next few months. Details later.

Have a happy weekend.

Posted by: lydiateh | August 10, 2009

Kids in Class

I’m teaching some primary school kids in a language institute. Some of the things they say are quite funny.

- Usually they would ask me what is my race during the first class. When asked to guess, some said, “Chinese”, some “Malay”, and one said, “English”. Perhaps I should’ve answered, “Malaysian.”

- On a day when I used a pale lipstick, one of them said, “Teacher, you look like a zombie.”

- When they found out my age, they said “Teacher, you’re so old!” In fact I’m older than most of their parents. The good thing was that most of them guessed my age to be 5-15 years younger.

- One of them piped out of the blue, “Teacher, what is a condom?” I said, “Go home and ask your parents.” Another asked, “Is it a condominium?” I asked the first boy where he learnt the word from. “Internet,” he said. When I asked him if he knew the meaning, he said he didn’t but later he told his friends, “I know what is a condom. When a man doesn’t want to have a baby, he use it.” These are some of the things the children learn in an English classy i

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