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My alma mater has started the countdown of its 100th anniversary celebration for next year. Formerly known as P.E.S.S, it's steeped in heritage and one of the oldest schools in KL.  Started in 1914, it's a missionary school set up to teach English to the children living in the Pudu area.  It's wonderful the school now converted the principal bungalow into a heritage gallery giving us insights into the history of our early founders and the rich culture of our school. I went with Wai Leng, my school mate since Standard 1. We  studied in the same place for our primary as well as secondary education.  Going back there was like taking a walk down memory lane.  Everything looked familiar, there're not much changes except some new buildings.   The luncheon event was held at the school's grand hall. The stage in the hall, like all the other places there, now looked much smaller -- cos we've grown, no longer seeing it from a child's eyes. Most f

I don't have a burning desire to visit Vietnam. But I've acquired a taste for Vietnamese coffee so when the opportunity arose, I went with my husband on his short business trip to Ho Chi Minh City recently. It's a great excuse for just the two of us to get away from our work (at least for me) and daily routine. If I were to wait for the 'right time' when nothing else is scheduled, probably I may not go away with him again until my kids are in college! Maybe "the road to success is paved in coffee" is not an exaggeration.  Coffee drinking is indeed a culture in Vietnam. You can see coffee cafes everywhere, mainly homegrown brands (Trung Nguyen, Highlands coffee chains) and more recently even Starbucks; kiosks with a few small stools in front of houses or shops; and mobile vendors, moving from place to place with a simple, small basket of flask and cups.  The Vietnamese drip coffee tastes better with ice cos it's very concentrated and comes

Posting by Xian Wei I went for an overnight camp in the school with the prefects, librarians and teachers. After all the hard work, the teachers decided for the prefects and librarians to have some fun.  It was a splashing, splendid camp. This was my favourite group photo.  BBQ time!!! I did not eat the chicken because I did not want to eat a half-cooked chicken. Actually I helped them to barbecue the chicken. Reject, reject, reject - burnt chicken wings and marshmallows. Yikes!!! We were excited building a campfire; we sang our hearts out the scout song: "Ging Gang Gooli" and many others. "The Egg Crasher" We have to crack the eggs with our foreheads. If the player hits a raw egg, he/she earns a point. If the player hits a boiled egg (like me), he/she does not get a point. It was surely a messy game. We also played hide-and-seek and paper hunting. We continued to play dodge ball and volleyball even at midnight. I slept very