Down memory lane

A Walk Down Memory Lane: From Homemade Meals to Cherished Mugs

This morning, as I scrolled through Facebook, a photo of Cass eating her lunch as a 5-year-old popped up on my timeline. It was a heartwarming memory that took me back to the days when life revolved around the kitchen, school runs, and little giggles echoing through the house.

In the photo, Cass had just returned from kindergarten and was enjoying her lunch that I cooked—spaghetti with pumpkin, tomatoes, and chicken. I vividly remember those times when I cooked two fresh meals daily, lunch and dinner, for the girls. Almost everything I made was from scratch, ensuring that they had nutritious, wholesome meals. Back then, I had the luxury of a live-in maid, and later, a part-time helper who came over every evening. Having a helper around made cooking a joy because I didn’t have to worry about the aftermath—washing up!

Now, life is quite different. The girls are all grown up, and our cooking habits have shifted. Lunch is often bought from nearby stalls, a convenient option in our busy lives. Dinner has become a simpler affair—soups, blanched veggies, or light protein meals, if at all. We’ve adapted to our changing routines, but there’s still something special about reminiscing about the days when the kitchen was always bustling with activity.

Another detail in the photo that stood out was the dog-print mug that Cass was drinking from. That mug, part of a set that my mother-in-law brought back from Hong Kong years ago, is still in use today. I’ve told Cass to treasure it and keep it safe—it’s not just a mug; it’s a piece of her childhood. It reminds me of my youngest brother, Roy, who still drinks from his childhood mug whenever he returns to our family home in Ipoh. His bear-printed mug, a free gift from milk powder purchased in the 1980s, has stood the test of time for over four decades.

There’s something magical about these small objects—they carry memories and stories that bridge the gap between the past and the present. Every time I see that dog-print mug, I’m reminded of a time when life was simpler, the kids were little, and the kitchen was the heart of our home.

Life moves forward, but these little moments and keepsakes help us pause and appreciate how far we’ve come. They remind us of the love, care, and joy that have shaped our journey as a family.

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Reflecting on My Carefree Childhood: Adventures in the 70s and 80s

When I was growing up, the world felt like a much safer and more carefree place. I have fond memories of riding my bike around the neighborhood and beyond, often venturing out alone or with Roy, my younger brother. I was around 9 or 10, and he was four years younger, yet our parents and maternal grandma never hesitated to let us explore. We’d pick flowers, cycle to nearby rivers, play with stray dogs and cats, and even wander into the jungle, without a care in the world.

One of the highlights of my childhood was visiting my dad’s hometown in Cameron Highlands. The atmosphere in Cameron Highlands back then was magical—far removed from the development and urbanization we see today. The air was cold, crisp, and pure. I vividly remember mist forming in front of our mouths as we spoke, a sign of just how chilly it used to be, circa early 1980s. It felt like a fairytale land, especially at Robinsons Falls, one of my favorite places.

At the tender age of 10 or 12, my parents allowed me and my brothers to hike to the waterfalls at Robinsons Falls in Camerons with no adult supervision. There was a sense of freedom and trust that children could safely explore nature’s beauty without any fear of danger. I once led a hike with my cousins, including Suzan, who was just 4 years old, to the waterfalls. Looking back, I can hardly believe the amount of freedom we were given. Kidnapping, getting lost in the jungle, or accidents—these fears never crossed my parents’ minds. We were left to enjoy our adventurous childhoods, wandering freely and embracing the wonders of the world around us.

Fast forward four decades, and things have drastically changed. It’s hard to imagine any parent allowing their pre-teens or even teens to hike into the jungle or visit a waterfall unsupervised today. The world feels different—less safe, more uncertain. My children, as much as I wish they could experience the carefree childhood I had, live in a world that feels more restrictive. They’ve never climbed a guava tree to pick guavas or helped their granny pluck wintermelons from a vine growing on that very tree. They’ve never caught tadpoles in the drain or given big black ants and worms elaborate “funerals,” complete with matchbox coffins and flower offerings.

Children today miss out on the innocent, spontaneous adventures that shaped my childhood. While technology and modern conveniences have given them new forms of entertainment, I can’t help but feel nostalgic for the days when the world felt wide open and free. How I wish my kids could taste just a bit of the freedom I had, climbing trees, exploring jungles, and wandering through life without a care in the world.

The jungle walk leading to Robinson’s Fall in Camerons. I have not walked this path for decades and hope to be able to relive my childhood days once again in the near future.

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What My Girls Do at 16 vs. What I Did at 16: A Trip Down Memory Lane

At 16, my three girls are living out their passions in ways that are so different from what I did at their age. Cass, for example, is completely devoted to figure skating. She skates three times a week and tells me with confidence that she’ll continue skating for as long as she can. It’s inspiring to see that kind of dedication in her, watching her glide across the ice and embrace something that brings her so much joy.

Sherilyn, at 16, was immersed in dance. She spent her days attending classes, competing in competitions, and pursuing her love for dance with that same fire she has today. The rhythm of her life was all about dance moves and choreography, and it was something that fueled her in a way only a true passion can.

Alycia, at 16, was juggling tennis, concerts, and half marathons. Her calendar was always full of things that kept her active and on the go, from hiking, outings with friends to the excitement of live concerts.

But when I think back to myself at 16, life was so different. Instead of skating or dancing, I was on my trusty racer bike, cycling to tuition centers. I can still picture myself, fearless, navigating big roads filled with traffic. I would stop my bike at traffic lights with cars surrounding me, completely unbothered by how dangerous it was. In today’s world, I’d never let my girls do that—it’s just too risky.

Once I got to the center to attend tuition for Chemistry and Add Math, I’d lug my racer bike up a flight of stairs, attend class, and then cycle to a nearby coffee shop for a bowl of my favorite curry noodles with a glass of kopi ice. After refueling, I’d brave the scorching afternoon sun and cycle back home. My afternoons were spent washing my own bathroom, taking a quick shower, and diving into homework before heading out in the evening to cycle around the neighborhood with friends.

Those were the carefree days, and as reckless as some of those moments might seem in hindsight, I loved every bit of it. There’s something so special about that sense of independence, that freedom to roam the roads and explore on my own terms. If only I could turn back the clock and go back in time, I’d cherish those moments even more. And I’d definitely right a few wrongs along the way.

Watching my girls live their passions now, I sometimes wish they could experience the simpler, wilder teenage years I had—cycling under the hot sun, camping by the seaside and in the jungle, hanging out with friends without the constant buzz of social media, and living without the pressure of what lies ahead. But times have changed, and so have the ways we navigate our teenage years. All I hope is that one day, when they look back, they’ll remember these years with as much fondness as I do mine.

Me with my camping gang in 1989, preparing to do abseiling. We were at a 10-day Wilderness Adventure Camp in Lumut, similar to Outward Bound School. Can you spot me?

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Alycia has been assigned by her high school Drama Club teacher-in-charge to organize an end-of- year school trip for Drama Club members. The destination of choice is Ipoh but she’s open to other places as long as the trip is within the budget of RM200 per student. So Alycia called my parents to ask them for contact numbers. Today my mum Whatsapped me the brochure of YMCA Ipoh. And the sight of YMCA on the brochure flooded my memories back like torrential rain!

That year was 1987. I was in Form 2 @ MGS Ipoh. The forth formers (just like Alycia who’s in Form 4 now) organized a trip to KL and I begged mum to let me join this trip with my besties. It was a dream come true when she agreed. The day came and we took a big long tour bus with air-cond (very rare in those days!) to KL. That was my maiden school trip out of Ipoh and into KL, a place that I’d always wanted to visit.

When we reached KL, we were checked into YMCA. We were brought to visit all the fun-filled places in KL (Batu Caves, Zoo Negara, Museum, The Mall, airport in Subang Jaya, etc) and from KL we adjourned to Melaka for a day trip before heading back to Ipoh. At YMCA, about 4 or 5 of my besties and I were placed in a room. There wasn’t any en suite and we had to walk a few meters away to the bathroom and toilets which were not well kept or cleaned. Till today I still have nightmares of those bathrooms and toilets 😱

Besides the nightmarish toilets, there were cockroaches flying in our room. Mother of all horror for me!!!!! I remember screaming and running like a headless chicken when chased by those huge roaches with flappy wings Oh. My. Gawd.!!! Also, beside our room were a bunch of rowdy gangsterish Malay boys who kept disturbing us by knocking on the wall to ‘call’ us. They also kept wolf calling us and knocking on our door the entire night. We were scared to death that we would all be gang raped and murdered in the room at YMCA KL. We dared not even go to the toilet and had to hold back our pee the entire night for fear of being raped by those boys 😆 We even pushed our beds against the room door as we were scared shit that those boys would break down the door to look for us 🤣 Yeah, can’t blame a bunch of 13 and 14-year old melodramatic girls, can you? Besides all these discomfort, we nonetheless had TONS of fun throughout our trip. If only I could turn back the clock to relive those happy carefree teenage days!

Besides a once a year school trip or holiday that my papa would bring us, our daily lives were pretty much mundane and simple. We were usually already in bed by 9:30 p.m. We had no electronic devices and our only entertainment back then was TV. TV programs were pretty limited too and I whiled away my time watching female wrestling series at night – whatcha call that series already? Gladiators or something?

My Gen Z / dopamine frazzled zombies teenage girls – can’t live without their phones and boba tea. I have banned them from adding boba / pearls into their tea and they can only order milk tea without sugar or with the least sugar.

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Down Memory Lane

When my brothers and I were small, our favorite past time activities were playing badminton, climbing guava trees, catching tadpoles in rain water filled drains, cycling for miles everyday, playing card games with our neighborhood kids, flying kites, playing marbles, ‘congkak’ and much, much more. I remember plucking flowers grown at the compound of some random houses to suck the sweet nectar from the flowers. I knew which flowers had nectar and which didn’t. Every evening at 4-ish or 5-ish pm would be happy hour for my brothers and me. After watching Flinstones and Scooby Doo, we would dash out of the house to play with the other kids who were all boys, everyday. I was very much a tomboy. We spent a lot of time outdoors in the evening, about 2 hours everyday right until dinner was ready. My maternal granny was a fantastic cook and all her dishes were very sumptuous, though she used inexpensive ingredients.

I remember playing with dirt and soil in my garden, sticking my hands into the soil and digging out earth worms to play with these wriggly creatures. I don’t remember even washing my hands afterwards. And I don’t even remember my mum being overly clean with us.

I cycled to the river bank (without my mum’s knowledge) on my own at 9 years old to admire the scenery of the serene river and to another neighborhood just to pluck flowers and to play with dogs from people’s houses. I crashed my bicycle and flew like super girl onto the road a couple of times with badly grazed limbs. At 16, I rode on a racing bicycle for about 5 km every Sunday morning, braving and crossing congested traffic on big roads to attend Chemistry tuition. I got chased by dogs and nearly crashed my racing bicycle into the drain. When I turned 8 or maybe 9, I started to walk to the sundry shop about 5 minutes walk away from my house to help my mum buy flour and other groceries. She would always give me an extra 10 sen to buy hawflakes or maltose candy. In those days (from late 1970s through 1980s), kidnaps and road accidents were hardly heard of. I wonder what would happen to city kids now if they were to partake in all those activities that I mentioned here. They would be really, really lucky to get back home in one piece.

Once in a blue moon, my papa would bring the entire family for a movie treat. The 6 of us comprising my dad, mum, my 2 brothers, my maternal granny and I would cramp into my papa’s yellow Datsun 120Y car. I remember very vividly the movies that we watched together in the early 80s – The Ten Commandments, Poltergeist (1982), Star Wars I, Superman I and II, Possessed, Bewitched and many Jackie Chan movies. Papa was a big fan of Jackie Chan. Before we entered the cinema, my papa would treat us to boiled groundnuts wrapped in cone shaped newspapers sold at a cart outside the cinema. After the movie, we would all walk to a nearby roadside stall to have supper of ‘tong sui’ and ‘kuih talam’. Our life was this simple yet content back in the 80s.

Two weekends ago, the mil made a trip back to Ipoh to attend a wedding dinner. Before she returned to KL, she collected some goodies that my dad had prepared for his beloved daughter and grand daughters in KL. He cooked 3 bottles of pandan kaya, roasted some peanuts and pumpkin seeds and bought a big bag of raw groundnuts for us. He knows we all love eating boiled soft groundnuts. Thank you so much my dear papa for your unconditional love to us always 💕💕

Each time I eat boiled groundnuts, I would think of my cinema nights with my papa and my beloved family in Ipoh in the 80s. Money did not come very easily for us back then and we had to share our coneful of groundnuts. When we didn’t have enough groundnuts for sharing, we would suck on the groundnut shells, which were salty and tasty. My younger brother and I even had to share one seat in the cinema but we were very happy. I miss my simple and fulfilling childhood growing up in the beautiful town of Ipoh 💕💕

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Blast From The Past – Hidden Treasure

During the girls’ school holiday spent in Ipoh in June 2014, while my mum was digging out my old ‘treasure’ from her antique ‘treasure chest’ for the girls consisting of my three-decade old collection of Sanrio stationery items, the girls stumbled upon some old post cards in a chocolate box where I put all my most loved things.

They were some post cards that my dear papa sent to me from Japan and Taiwan, dating back to December 1984. I was 10 years old then. I felt like I was going through a real time tunnel when I read the post cards. I still remember very vividly receiving those post cards after waiting for them for weeks. I remember standing at the front door to wait for the postman to come everyday. I would run out of the house to check the post box each time the postman on bicycle rang the bell on his bicycle.

When I finally received the post card from my papa, I remember reading it over and over and over again, till I could purge out every single word in the post card when I closed my eyes 🙂

This post card from my papa is dated 6 December 1984, sent from Osaka, Japan. He told me that he went round looking for the musical box that I had requested him to buy for me but they were all too expensive, so he did not buy one. He told me that he would get the musical box for me from Taiwan at his next stop.

Hidden treasure – post cards from my papa that I had kept for 30 glorious years!

The next post card from my papa, sent from Taiwan, dated 10 December 1984. He told me that he could still not find me a musical box. I was crestfallen.

But a big surprise awaited me when he returned to Ipoh from his holiday! He surprised me with a very pretty musical box and loads of goodies from Tokyo Disneyland! I remember clearly that he bought me a very cute bag in the shape of Mickey Mouse head and three gigantic pencils, each for my brothers and me from Tokyo Disneyland. That day was one of the happiest for me as a little girl. Life back then was so simple. Those gifts from overseas meant so much to a 10-year old ‘kampung’ girl, LOL!

In my next trip to Ipoh, I must remember to hunt for the musical box that my papa bought for me. I know it is hidden in the same treasure chest.

How many of you are still keeping the letters and post cards that you parents or friends sent to you when you were a kid? Apart from these post cards from my papa, I am still keeping the letters that my best friends and pen pals from Germany and Hong Kong sent to me. They are priceless gems! Reading them gives me the warm fuzzies 🙂

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Down Memory Lane

When I was at my parents in Ipoh recently, I stumbled upon some very old pix of me and my 2 older girls when they were much younger, stored in my mum’s PC. These pix sure brought back a lot of fond memories…

This picture was taken during Valentine’s Day in 2006 at our old home just before the great flood that damaged it. Sherilyn was 2 days shy of her 1st birthday and Alycia was 26 months old. Both of them looked so chubby and cute. I looked much younger and prettier too. Now, I am older and look more ‘charn’ (haggard) 🙁

Alycia was about 3-4 months old here. She was a very huge baby, weighing in at 3.36kg at birth though she came 2 weeks earlier by elective c-section. She was our pride and joy as my hubs and I had gone thru a very very long and emotional journey to get her.

Alycia loved to suck her fist…

This is Sherilyn when she was about 1 month old. She looked very red when she was an infant. She was also a very constipated baby who would only poo poo once in 3-7 days!

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Fond Childhood Memories

Hubby bought a bunch of lin thoong (fresh lotus seeds in pod) when we were in Ipoh last week. Gosh, it has been yonks since I last ate or saw fresh lotus seeds in pod. It sure brought me back many fond childhood memories when I saw this bunch of lin thoong :

The white seed on the left is the freshly peeled lotus seed and the green one on the right is the lotus seed still in its skin, which is hard and rubbery like. Removing the lotus seeds from the pod is quite a feat too. Removing the tiny green core in the middle of the lotus seed is another tedious chore… and popping the fresh sweet seed into the mouth is like a reward!

I’ve never seen these in markets in KL. Fresh lotus seeds in pod are normally sold in wet markets in Ipoh… coz in Ipoh, there are still many farmers growing lotus roots in ponds.

My late maternal grandma used to buy us lin thoong when we were little. She, my 2 brothers and I would have loads of fun peeling and munching those lin thoong at night to while away our time. During those donkey years, there were no Astro, no computer games, no fanciful shopping malls and our entertainment was normally outdoor activities and simple pleasure like eating lin thoong and groundnuts.

These are some pix taken at my parents’ in Ipoh recently :

Sherilyn cheh cheh giving baby a ride on the tricycle.

My 3 angels spending their last evening in Ipoh with koong koong and granny.

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What’s That Creature?

When Sherilyn saw this creature gliding up our oven door one morning a few days ago, she went “mummy, what’s that?” When I took a look, I saw a baby snail slithering up the oven. The snail had actually come from a bunch of vegetables that we had bought and left leaning against the oven door. This is the first time Sherilyn had seen a baby snail. More than 20 years ago, the sight of a snail slithering outside our garden was so common. My brothers and I used to play with these snails. We also played with sand, marbles, kites, climbed trees, cycled round the neighbourhood, plucked flowers from our neighbours’ trees, played inside drains, played hopscotch, played ‘kor kuang’ a.k.a. passing the border (LOL!), etc. every evening for hours without the supervision of our parents, yet nothing bad happened to us. Now, if I had left my gals to play outside the compound of our house for more than an hour without supervision, I dread to think what would have happened to them. Times have really changed.

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Sweet Memories (part 2)

When I was back at my house in Ipoh, I managed to fish out a couple of my old pix whilst I was rummaging through my old closet.

This pic was taken in Pulau Kapas, Terengganu during one of our camping trips when I was 16 years old. I am the one wearing a peach colour t-shirt on the right and the one seated on the wooden bridge is Theimperfectmom. The one directly above Theimperfectmom is Irene, a former Ipoh Teen Princess. She’s now happily married to an Aussie Taiwanese and residing in S’pore. The one on the left is Jo and currently working in San Francisco. The tallest one behind me is Poh Lin. I haven’t heard from her for ages but I last heard that she’s now a psychologist.

This pic was taken when we were all 15 years old, during our very first camping trip at Pulau Sekadeh in Pangkor Island. From left to right : Li Lian, me, Jo and Theimperfectmom.

How I miss my childhood days and I must say, I’ve had a very good childhood, filled with lots of fun, adventure, mischief and laughter. I’d do anything if only I could turn back the clock.

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Sweet Memories

As promised, when I was back in Ipoh, I’d taken pix of hubby’s love cards to me during our courting days. Most of the cards were DIY cards by hubby who, I must admit is quite an artistic person.

This is my very 1st Valentine’s Day card from hubby, received when I was barely 14 years old.

Hubby made this card himself to send me his best wishes for my SRP exam when I was 15 years old.

Hubby made this Valentine’s Day card for me, which was my 2nd Valentine’s Day card from him, when I was 15 years old.

Another DIY Valentine’s Day card from hubby to me, when I was 16 years old.

I’m sure many of you would be curious as to when I first met my hubby and when we first started dating. He met me in my old house in Ipoh when he came to visit my big brother (they were classmates) and it was love at first sight for him. I was only 12 years old then and he was 13+ years old. We only went out for our first date when I was 17 yrs old and we got married 10 years later.

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