mardi, mai 07, 2013

PBAKL 2013

With Sir Awang Goneng, Nisah Haron, Kak Teh Zaharah
Dr Bubbles and Rudy (behind)

It was a memorable day indeed, after years of getting to know each other online, I finally got to meet Kak Teh and Sir Awang Goneng who were back from London and were guests at the KL International Book Festival White Sofa Session. Plans were quickly made for more rendezvous, In shaa Allah. 

We were lucky, ITBM was having a 50% sale on all books. Pak Sako's Putera Gunung Tahan was the buy of the day.



UiTM MArch Urban Design Invited Speaker





Last April, I was invited to speak to a group of Master of Architecture students at UiTM.

Professor Rashidah felt that my research on Malay Hikayat and Heritage would benefit their project which was focused on Kampung Baru Development.


This was the first time I was to speak on Hikayat and Heritage for a practical purpose outside the ambit of literature and the world of storytelling. I was surprised that the two hour talk zipped by and the one hour Q&A was exhilarating. We talked about extensive research, and how in my findings, the Malay Hikayat revealed five legacies that could help them with their design. We talked about how knowledge of history and heritage can instill immense pride in our youth and people.


I had a marvelous time and I must thank my daughter Inas, who drove me to Shah Alam and assisted me with all the details and my mini exhibition. She  had a good exposure to the Architecture Department at UiTM.


Thank you Prof Rashidah and Prof Syed Sobri for a wonderful afternoon.



Singapore Back Pack Holiday


This is the first holiday in years, maybe about six years that all of us got to go away together.

We stayed in a little hotel near Bugis, and went for the Night Safari. Took the MRT everywhere, it was a breeze! The girls, even Ikesha, carried their own back packs.

Spent a whole day at Universal Studio Singapore the next day. I screamed throughout all the rides
and the girls danced away with buskers everywhere.

The night ended with fireworks by the boardwalk.

(Photos will be uploaded...one day)



vendredi, avril 26, 2013

Hang Tuah

There have been many conjectures and analysis, claims and suppositions made on the existence of legendary hero, Hang Tuah. Often when I meet with people, and when interviewed, I have been asked the same question, "What do you think of Hang Tuah and - did  he really exist?"

There are many levels of existence. Hang Tuah has been in the Malay psyche for centuries. That is a presence which is often unshakeable. In our mind. In our sense of pride. In our sense of self. When someone comes along and say, "Hang Tuah was not a Malay." or "Hang Tuah never existed", there is an actual wound that we suffer, a deep sense of loss. In an attempt to cover this loss, some go into denial mode. Many join the bandwagon and without examining old resources, without giving deep thought, readily admit, "Yes! I am not one to believe in legends and folklores. It is true. Hang Tuah never existed."

To me, this is a tragedy. Because we miss the true value and opportunity to learn from Hang Tuah - legend or hero, and from the history of an era of significant importance to our country.

The existence of Hang Tuah is difficult to support and prove. But then so is the existence of molecules to someone not educated in Science. The existence of history to a cynic. The existence of God to  an aethist. And yet, I will attempt to at least point you in the right direction. You can make your own conclusions.

There are two sources that featured the exploits and achievements of the man Hang Tuah. This is not exhaustive, but certainly the most prominent. One is the  Sejarah Melayu (written between earth 1500 to 1611) and the other, Hikayat Hang Tuah (circa 1712 - 1758). Both are renowned works, acknowledged by UNESCO as Memories of The World.

In Sejarah Melayu, Hang Tuah is one of the many figures mentioned. He is an important subject of the Sultan, but not the focus of Sejarah Melayu. After all, Sejarah Melayu or Sulalat us Salatin is the Book of Kings. The reason it was written was to record the rise and fall of the Malay Sultanate. It was written for record purposes, albeit in the style that regaled the kings. Certainly, only important figures  who affected the course of history - good or bad,  deserved mention in Sejarah Melayu like Demang Lebar Daun, Tun Perak, Tun Perpatih Putih and of course Hang Tuah.

Firstly, a question of style and purpose. As mentioned, Sejarah Melayu is written to record memorable events. The narration was almost a verbatim recollection of incidents. Therefore, Hang Tuah did not really receive special attention, when compared to other characters in Sejarah Melayu. Those who were loyal, and disloyal equally, were mentioned and duly rewarded, or as the case may be, punished, killed and family obliterated, serving as an example to others. This would suggest, in spite the lack of actual dates, that Sejarah Melayu was what it had always claimed to be, a historical record. And Hang Tuah was part of that historical record.

This is different in the case of Hikayat Hang Tuah. HHT was written in the style of Hikayat, which was primarily a work of astounding literature in the classical style. It fused fact and fiction to lend credibility and aesthetic value to the book. This is similar to the popular genre of historical fiction today. In HHT, events attributed to others in Sejarah Melayu were credited to Hang Tuah. For example the kidnapping of Tun Teja which was credited to Hang Nadim, the wooing of Puteri Gunung Ledang to Tun Mamat in Sejarah Melayu were adapted to be the deeds of Hang Tuah in HHT. The battle between Hang Tuah and Hang Kasturi in the original Sejarah Melayu was expanded to an epic struggle between the loyal Hang Tuah and righteous Hang Jebat. A question of Hang Tuah's all encompassing acceptance of Daulat against tHang Jebat's right to question this authority. There is a need to examine the psyche of the Malay people and the palace during the 18th century to understand the rise of this thought. Tanah Melayu had been torn apart by the power struggles between Portuguese and the Dutch, with the Malay Sultans keeping to torch alive to reclaim their land. A Malay hero was needed - which kind? Or perhaps - both kinds of heroes were what the Malay kings were looking for? It would appear clear then that while Hikayat Hang Tuah is based on the earlier records, there was a need in the 18th  century to create a hero. With this background, Hikayat Hang Tuah was reconstructed. Nevertheless, again, the evidence strongly suggest that the HHT Hang Tuah was based on the real Hang Tuah and real events mentioned in the earlier Sejarah Melayu to lend credence.

Often, there are those eager to discredit the name Hang Tuah. In Sejarah Melayu, alongside Hang Tuah, there was Hang Jebat, Hang Kasturi, Hang Lekir, Hang Lekiu, Hang Khelembak, Hang Ali and Hang Iskandar during the reign of Sultan Mansur and later Hang Isa Pintas, Hang Hassan Cengang and Hang Usuh, and the popular Hang Nadim during the reign of Sultan Mahmud. As a point of contention, there were statements made that in Malays, names are not carried down the line, refuting the fact that Hang Tuah was the son of Hang Mahmud. That is not true. The Niks, Megats, Wans and of course the Tun, Teuku, Tengku and Raden all carried names of the family from generation to generation. This is the same with Malays in other regions, like Champa, whose names are preceded with Po. If we examine this further to study the Mon, the Malays of Indonesia, in Southern Siam, we can find many instances and examples.

In conclusion, I hope this article helps to spur rational thinking and analysis to the subject of Hang Tuah. Again, when I am asked about the Laksamana Hang Tuah's existence, I am quick to point out that Hang Tuah has outgrown the man he was. He is now an icon of the Universal Malay man. In a world where corporate giants spend millions creating, promoting and branding their iconic celebrities, I am grateful and proud that we have our own authentic icon who is a source of pride and who withstands the test of time. To remain in the mind and hearts of the people for centuries is a monumental feat in itself. Who among us today can claim such reverence and passion in the next generation like Hang Tuah had done?

Hang Tuah was depicted as a learned scholar, a diplomat, a warrior of the highest level, a man of principle and character as required by the times. For me, Hang Tuah then appears to be the perfect example of what ALL Malaysians should aspire to, not just the Malays.

Those who know me have heard me say this time and again. Our heroes and hikayat belong to all of us.

It is an essential part of our heritage and sense of self.

Embrace it and never let it go.










mardi, avril 16, 2013

Sejarah Melayu

We must seek the answers to our questions - and not be afraid. 

I have often stated that the Sejarah Melayu deserves its place on the world platform as one of the earliest literary masterpieces. It underwent transition between the oral and printed era and hence holds a special space in the history of literature. It is therefore no wonder, it holds its own on the list of UNESCO's Memory of the World register. Out of curiosity, I compiled the following chronological list of Man's significant works, documents, characters and books to give perspective.

Going Up To Sun Terrace (Li Bai), 8th century
Magna Carta, 1215*
Diwan-e_Shams-e_Tabrizi (Rumi), 13th century
Negarakertagama, Majapahit 1365
Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man, 1490
Sejarah Melayu, 1511 - 1612 *
The Prince (Machiavelli), 1532
Romeo and Juliet, 1591-1595
The Merchant of Venice, 1596 - 1598
Don Quixote, 1605
Antony and Cleopatra, 1608
English Bill of Rights, England 1689*
Hikayat Hang Tuah, 1712 - 1758*
Constitution of the United States, 1787*
The Brothers Grimm Fairytales. 1812*
Three Musketeers, 1844
Wuthering Heights, 1847
Great Expectations, 1861
Les Miserables, France, 1862
Anna Karenina, 1877
The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1890
Gitanjali (Tagore), 1913
Superman, 1933
Peanuts, 1950

* Unesco Memory of the World Register

mercredi, avril 10, 2013

The Ultimate History Asia Network Grand Finals




We Won!

(I brought home a Mini iPad and 395 coupons of free SF Coffee. Yoo Hoo!)


Alhamdulillah.

jeudi, mars 21, 2013

A break




Dear friends,

It has been a lovely experience, renewing acquaintances and meeting new friends over the poetry blogosphere. The year 2013 was predicted to be a busy and hopefully fruitful year for those under the Snake sign of the Chinese Calendar.

Well, it looks like I have a bit more than I can chew at the moment. I am currently working on two books entitled SITI and RATU which I hope to finish by September this year. I will also be attending the International Congress of Asian Folklores in Indonesia in June this year and hope to deliver a paper on NAGA.

I will be working with my international publisher XLibris in the coming months to promote NAGA on a more aggressive nature. And with my local publisher Utusan Publishers to finish my latest anthology of Asian legends and folklores, 366 Legends of Asia.

And that covers my partime hobby - writing!

Professionally, I run TiE Malaysia, an NGO that promotes entrepreneurship in Malaysia. We work with the government on coaching young start-ups and hope to match them with Angel investors to take their businesses to the next level. Our programs are going into high gear next month.

Well, that covers my professional life.


I have also decided to go back to school! I will be doing my thesis  for my Masters in Malay Lit this year.

I thank God everyday for my beautiful family and my five daughters, not to mention husband and best friend, and three lovely Siamese cats all of whom requires my devoted attention.

So I am taking a break. I look forward to peep and have a look at how all of you are doing form time to time. But just in case you were wondering, at least you know why I suddenly disappeared - for a while.

Loves,

Ninot


mardi, mars 12, 2013

Ikesha's Eyes




Moon


summer moon rising
in the most unlikely place
eyes see brilliance


Volcano

rumbling volcano
effervercence overspill
intuitive eyes



Images by Ikesha. Words by ninotaziz.
All rights reserved.

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I suspect that my daughter Ikesha, six years old, sees the world differently than many of us.

Here are two photos she took last week and named accordingly. By the way, both pictures were taken of the same object!

My poems just illustrate the pride I feel for her creativity. I will have to buy her a camera soon. My iPhone memory space runs out because she just snaps away!




mercredi, janvier 30, 2013

A Word From Expatriate Lifestyle

Hikayat – From the Ancient Malay Kingdoms Launches
by Samantha Chin 9 Jul 2012
Hikayat – From the Ancient Malay Kingdoms Launches


Hikayat – From The Ancient Malay Kingdoms is an anthology of legends from ancient Malay kingdoms.

The anthology includes familiar classics like Awang Sulong Merah Muda and Hikayat Malim Deman, which tell of the adventures of mythical princesses and ancient legends.

Written by ninotaziz, who comes from a family of storytellers, the tales are represented in both poetry and prose forms.

Hikayat – From The Ancient Malay Kingdoms was praised by Prof Emeritus Tan Sri Datuk Dr Khoo Kay Kim, who commented that “Without imagination and creativity, many of the stories will be flat, dry and unattractive. I am proud that you have taken us into another world of fantasy by stepping into some of the various stages in storytelling.”

Ninotaziz’s first novel, NAGA, will be out in August.

mercredi, janvier 16, 2013

Calistro Prize Presentation



Today, the Calistro Prize Presentation was held at Marmalade Cafe, Bangsar Village 2. Organised by the Calistro Secretariat, SCBWI President, Linda Tan worked tirelessly to promote and to ensure the success of the inaugural Calistro Prize awarded for children/young adult novels or books. Three cheers for Linda!

It was a lovely lovely ceremony and I was especially lucky to have three very important ladies attended. Firstly, Mum - Puan Kamariah Jaafar, who ensured not only me but our WHOLE FAMILY reads and reads English books, from Tin Tin to classics. She still corrects our English (Mum edited Hikayat and NAGA) and has just finalised her own novel.

Secondly, my English teacher, Mrs Khaw Choon Ean at SSP (Seri Puteri) for five years, is actively involved in SCBWI. She encouraged me to participate in this competition. When she was asked, "So, you are the one who taught Ninot to write?" Mrs Khaw humbly answered, "I taught her English. The writing she already had it in her." For the record, Mrs Khaw was the first person ever to encourage my poetry writing and also taught me life-long lessons on going the extra mile - she was my gymnastics coach and all those preparation for tournaments instilled a never-give-up attitude in me.

Thirdly, Datin Vasanthi Ramachandran, my life coach and mentor rushed in between a  family wedding commitments the same day to drop by with flowers! Datin Vasanthi is the founder of Helping Hands and a well-known writer and news columnist herself. She introduced me to the world of NGO and volunteerism. I have been blessed to know her family.

Of course the event was made all the more special because of the support of my family, I would never have come this far without Rudy and my daughters Iman, Inas, Irani, Ilena and Ikesha. My sister Khadijah and University bro Edy shared the day with me. And a girl couldn't ask for more to have  friends of  35 years round up their support and love. Thank you so much Aimy, Alynn, Famie, Hawa, Ita, Mas and Mummy and the gang who sent well wishes throughout the day - Ona, Ruzi, Maraya et al.

Good friend Damien dropped by with his book Playing Cupid - The Art of  Brand Seduction just hot off the press. (No, it is not the book you think it is) Check it out at MPH in a about a month.

I am so glad I wrote and submitted Onangkiu to the Calistro Prize. It sure felt good to have your work recognised. It is still a manuscript for now and hopefully will hit the shelves soon!

A special thank you to Peter Duke for the additional tips on Onangkiu!

Thank you, everyone. It was a be-e-e-a-a-u-utiful day!

Dr David Kirkham, of Calistro Foundation
and Mrs Khaw Choon Ean, award winning writer
Thank you Mum for everything!
I wouldn't have made it this far without Rudy.

My mentor, Datin Vasanthi, Writer and Helping Hands Founder (NGO)
and daughter Trish

Beautiful Inas and Iman
Irani is always on the move!

 Seri Puteri gang with our favourite English teacher!
 

With Zakiah aka Mrs Yusuf Gajah and writer, Mohana Gill
(I interviewed her way back then in the Lake Club)
Edy, long time friend and sister, Khadijah



Reading Damien's book, hot off the press!

Another Lake Club longtime friend, Damien
I actually knew Damien's parents
Thank you, Calistro!

lundi, décembre 31, 2012

News on Onangkiu





    Dear Zalina,

Congratulations! The Calistro Prize is pleased to announced that you have won the Runner Up prize for your entry, 'Onangkiu: The Warrior Princess of Gellanggui'. 


Best Wishes,
SCBWI Malaysia
Secretariat to The Calistro Prize

Happy New Year, everyone!



mercredi, décembre 26, 2012

Ikesha's Illustrated Book Of Pi


Ikesha was very taken up by the movie Life Of Pi. Being six years old, she could not read the novel so I agreed to write a simpler Life Of Pi for her to read if she would draw the story.

So here it is, 
Ikesha's Illustrated Book Of Pi
Original Story by Yann Martel
Illustrations by Ikesha




My Name

Pondicherry, India

Moving to Canada



The Storm

Pi escapes



Pi's crew

Richard Parker


 

 
The Moon



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Mexico


Goodbye Richard Parker

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Between Mac, iPhone and JPG, I could not rotate those two illustrations so I left it until I can do something about it later. Blame it on blogger fatigue.



mardi, décembre 18, 2012

Tragedy and the healing power of the words of Sting




These days, when I hug my children at night I know I hold them tighter, longer and with a depth of feeling that is so profound, I almost cry. I thought I was a poet, a writer - one who could wield and arrange words to reflect what I feel adequately at least.  I could make people feel compassion and nostalgia. Love and hatred. Equally.
 
But I could not. Not this week.
 
Neither could Obama.
 
For words failed us this week to comprehend the tragedy and horror that beheld a small town half a world away. How the lives of little angels were cruelly cut short this week.
 
Children of America. Children of Gaza.
Children of Myanmar. Children of the world wherever you are
who die of man created violence.
 
Words failed me.
 
So I turned to Sting.
 
And nothing brought this closer to heart and reminded me  how fragile we really are as this simple short song did.
 
 
 
If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are


On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are

Lloras tu
y lloro yo
y el cielo también
y el cielo también
Lloras tú
y lloro yo
que fragilidad
que fragilidad...
 
Guns and wars really have no place in our civilian society, do they?
 
 
There is no historical precedent
To put the words in the mouth of the President
There's no such thing as a winnable war
It's a lie we don't believe anymore
***

We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
What might save us, me, and you
Is if 'we all' love 'our' children too
 
We try to make sense. But it will never make sense. Deep in our hearts, we do not stop crying.
 
Would I cry for you

Under the Arctic fire
Over the seas of silence
Hauling on frozen ropes
For all my days remaining
But would north be true?

All colours bleed to red
Asleep on the ocean's bed
Drifting on empty seas
For all my days remaining

But would north be true?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?
 
To try and understand the evil in the world, I try to remember that everyone had a family, a childhood, a love lost and maybe never found. There is a story. A tragedy that begets tragedy.
 
 
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
 
***

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I
know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art

But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart
 
 
The siege guns had been pounding all through the night

And if I built this fortress around your heart
Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
Then let me build a bridge
For I cannot fill the chasm
And let me set the battlements on fire
 
 
Finally, when I can't take all this sadness and need to think of love again, I turn to Sting's 
 
Though all my kingdoms turn to sand
And fall into the sea
I'm mad about you I'm mad about you

And from the dark secluded valleys
I heard the ancient sighs of sadness
But every step I thought of you

Every footstep only you
And every star a grain of sand
The leavings of a dried up ocean

Tell me, how much longer? How much longer?
 
 
Until you love with that kind of ache and longing, perhaps you have not loved enough?
 
And yet,  while half the world panics and the other half wonders about destruction on 21.12.12 - what is the new wave to hit Mankind? Sting sang of the seventh wave, bringing real hope in his words.
 
 
Every ripple on the ocean
Every leaf on every tree
Every sand dune in the desert
Every power we never see
There is a deeper wave than this
Swelling in the world
There is a deeper wave than this
Listen to me girl

Feel it rising in the cities
Feel it sweeping over land
Over borders, over frontiers
Nothing will its power withstand
There is no deeper wave than this
Rising in the world
There is no deeper wave than this
Listen to me girl

All the bloodshed, all the anger
All the weapons, all the greed
All the armies, all the missiles
All the symbols of our fear

There is a deeper wave than this
Rising in the world
There is a deeper wave than this
Listen to me girl


Songs and lyrics by Sting. The man is a genius.

 

dimanche, décembre 16, 2012

Projects for Little Fingers



The girls and I are always planning some activity of the other. It is a ruse to keep them busy and focused on a project. However, at the back of my mind I am always devising ways to keep my kids creative and innovative while having fun - and some sense of accomplishment.
Last weekend, after a friend had asked what to do with old exercise books from school, I remembered I used make Iman and Inas notebooks. I tore out the used pages, stapled the books together cover to cover and wrapped them in wrapping paper. About five of them did nicely.
Using a cardboard for the cover ensured that it lasted and gave a solid finish to the notebook.
Here is Ikesha's notebook.
 

We have a lot of old drawing blocks as well. So I taught Ikesha to wrap the drawing block covers with the matching wrapping paper. I made two corner pockets to hold her drawing paper. Ikesha now has a drawing board to match her notebook.


Here are the girls' supplies of colour pencils, scissors, staplers and cellophene tape. 


We saw Life Of Pi over the weekend. Ikesha loves Richard Parker and pretends to read my book Life Of Pi.
 
This morning, before I left for work, Ikesha asked for a smaller (simplified, I guess)  Life Of Pi book. So  I told her our next project would be to make a Life Of Pi book she can read to herself. I will do the words based on the story using words Ikesha can manage - and Ikesha will do the illustrations.
 
We will keep you updated.


samedi, décembre 08, 2012

Through thick and thin


My Seri Puteri alumni closest to my heart.

In school, we lived together for five years, longer with Aimy (standing-l) and Famie (sitting 3rd from r). We know each other pretty well and love catching up as plainly seen here. This was the lunch I missed last Friday, having appointments a good part of the day.

We meet quite regularly - and each and every time have a wonderful get away stretching the lunch hour way past the norm.

A friendship of 35 years or so - a treasure indeed !

vendredi, novembre 16, 2012

Gaza in my dreams


I dream afloat
a flower parade in the sun
 Gaza on the horizon

Ishmael, Layla and Iqab
Play hand in hand
Gaza on my mind

Olive trees everywhere
Muslims, Jews and Christians
Worship in peace

Gaza in my dreams

by ninotaziz. all rights reserved

samedi, novembre 10, 2012

Little Girls Grow Up Too Soon

Ilena ending Year 2 ahead of the class

Irani graduates from Year 6 
Officially a teenager !

 Ikesha at her Linus test
My baby no longer?

 With Monster Ghouls

 Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!

mercredi, octobre 31, 2012

Keep safe, friends far away



The rain fell on the pebbles, fallen leaves and umbrellas bobbing above a sea of people. Washed away sorrow, tears and the harshness of the city . Bickering stopped and all turned to lending a hand. The rain and wind picked up strength and we stayed hidden away, enveloped in warmth of the fire.

Autumn brings the storm
I reach out to you, neighbor
Keep safe, my friends

Behind the window pane, two lovers stayed under the covers, to keep the hurricane away. Children huddled together read books while the wind displayed its mighty strength, trying to pry open any weak entry. The old and sick braced themselves - medication, heat, food. Stay indoors.

Frail and yet, humans
Will prevail in the face of
Adversity -

Goodnight my friends. I wish you well. Hold a hand, hug a friend, have your cellphones fully charged. Keep your loved ones safe and sound, the door closed, the windows barred. Listen to a song, say a prayer. Stay indoors, stay safe.

Hallways give shelter
Toddlers in closet room tents
The cat on the ledge

As we listen in to the news, Sandy arrived - crashing at 86 miles per hour. Eerily the carousel at Battery Park stayed lit, surrounded by rising waters. The New York I knew and loved is devastated, deluged in sea water. Newsmen, ambulances rushed. Fires engulfed homes. Snow fell in October. Announcements made - stay put til morning. Stay safe. Stay brave. 

The news strike fear
Toronto to Quebec City
My old haunts, Canada

I am shocked. My favorite cities in Canada - Toronto, Peterborough, Quebec City - so many memories and fondest moments. Friends I remember well. I did not realize this would be closer to heart than I thought. I am keeping vigil and hope to hear from you soon - Verlia Stephens. Chris McInnis. Larry Coplen. Marc Beauvais. Darren Schmidt. Keep safe.

lundi, octobre 29, 2012

A teacher like no other

With Mrs Khaw Choon Ean


I remember the first moment I noticed Mrs Khaw Choon Ean. It was on our school field, we were all doing calisthenics. She must have noticed me too because she singled me out together with about 20 girls to form her first gymnastics team. A few days later, Mrs Khaw also became my English teacher throughout my secondary school days in Seri Puteri.

For five years, I went through school with two things being the most important part of my teen years. Gymnastics competitions and poetry writing.

Today, Mrs Khaw is an accomplished author and life coach, applying the theory of constraints in developing thinking skills. Ilena, always quick to grasp ideas, enjoyed her short session at Popular, Ikano. I can see how her talks continue to inspire kids to fulfill their fullest potentials.

Thank you Mrs Khaw.


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