Footprints & The Gift Of Love

Having completed another successful Singing Wok event to raise money for Mirabel Foundation, an organisation that looks after drugs orphans, my mind turns to writing an editorial for our Christmas and Chinese New Year issue. I stood in front of my bookcase contemplating my spiritual books then I chanted my mantra and ask the Universe, (or God or Lord Buddha, or my Guru or the Force etc.) to select a book synchronistically. I pulled out Footprints. Continue reading “Footprints & The Gift Of Love”

Cousin-Brothers, Ah Meng and Ah Chew: A Little Tale About the Chinese Diaspora

London - Chinese dancing girlsI am writing this in England, squatting at my cousin’s cozy apartment and I can’t help but think how lucky I am to have found him late in my life.  Virtually fatherless when born in Sungai Patani, Ah Meng (or Alan) is the son of my father’s youngest sister. We call her ku chai, meaning “aunty little” (she was shorter than I and that is short if you happen to be in Australia living amongst giants!). Continue reading “Cousin-Brothers, Ah Meng and Ah Chew: A Little Tale About the Chinese Diaspora”

Tapas, Yum Cha, Siestas and Senoritas…

chinese tapasHola amigos, amicas or ni hao xiao peng yu. Spanish is as far away as I can get from being Chinese, culturally speaking that is. Yet ironical as it may seem, we got off the plane in Barcelona, into a bus and before we knew it, we were in the city centre in the midst of shops sprouting Chinese names such as Du Hua, Tian Tian, Xing Xing and it was a total surprise. Where have all the Chinese gone? I was tempted to sing a la the old Marlene Dietrich. Barcelona, of course, where else? So many Chinese but no yum cha. So off we went for the tapas instead. Continue reading “Tapas, Yum Cha, Siestas and Senoritas…”