This year’s Christmas caroling and dinner was nothing short of enchanting—a true celebration of the spirit of Christmas. Friends and families from different races, religions, and walks of life came together in our shared neighborhood, embodying the essence of unity and love.
The night began with caroling, as voices harmonized to sing timeless Christmas hymns and classics. It was heartwarming to see everyone, from the youngest children to the eldest grandparents, joining in. The melodies seemed to weave a tapestry of joy, echoing through the streets and reminding us all of the simple pleasures of life.
Dinner was a feast, not just of food but of cultures. Each family brought a dish and few BECS catered food for all, creating a delightful blend of flavors and traditions. Conversations flowed as easily as the laughter, breaking barriers and forming bonds. We shared stories, exchanged recipes, and celebrated the uniqueness that each family brought to the table.
More than just an event, this gathering was a celebration of friendship and bonding. Despite our diverse backgrounds, we found common ground in the warmth of togetherness.
It was a beautiful reminder that the spirit of Christmas is not just about gifts or decorations but about sharing joy, spreading kindness, and building connections.
The evening concluded with heartfelt wishes, promises of future gatherings, and an overwhelming sense of gratitude. It was a night that reminded us all of the true meaning of the season—family, love, and unity.
This magical evening was a testament to the power of community and the beauty of diversity, all wrapped up in the glow of Christmas spirit.
A special thanks to the carollers, coordinators, the hosts and everyone that was part of this magical Christmas Caroling and party! A blessed Christmas to each and everyone!
If you’re looking for a meal that marries comfort and perfection, this spot hits all the right notes.
The Wan Tan Mee is a masterpiece. The noodles are cooked to a perfect al dente, lightly coated with a savory soy-based sauce that delivers a subtle umami kick. Paired with tender char siu slices and dumplings so delicate they seem to melt in your mouth, it’s a harmony of textures and flavors.
The dumplings deserve their own spotlight—silky wrappers encase a juicy filling of minced pork and shrimp, seasoned to perfection. Every bite bursts with flavor, showcasing the chef’s attention to detail.
Crispy Karaage Chicken Rice: A Flavorsome Feast
This dish is a perfect combination of hearty and satisfying. The karaage chicken is an absolute star—succulent, tender chicken bites enveloped in a golden, crispy coating. Each piece is perfectly seasoned, with a hint of garlic and soy that lingers just enough to keep you coming back for more.
Paired with fluffy, fragrant rice, the balance is impeccable. The rice soaks up just a touch of the chicken’s juices, making every bite a delight. A side of tangy dipping sauce or a squeeze of fresh lemon adds a refreshing contrast, elevating the flavors even further.
Simple, comforting, and utterly delicious—this is comfort food done right. Ideal for a quick lunch or dinner, it’s a dish that satisfies every craving.
Scallion Oil Shanghai Noodles: A Simple Yet Sublime Dish
Sometimes, simplicity speaks volumes, and the scallion oil Shanghai noodles are a prime example. The noodles are perfectly cooked, boasting a chewy, springy texture that’s delightfully satisfying. Coated in a fragrant scallion-infused oil, every strand gleams with flavor, carrying the essence of caramelized green onions and a subtle soy sauce base.
The addition of crispy fried scallions sprinkled generously on top provides a delightful crunch and enhances the dish’s aromatic appeal. The balance between the rich, savory oil and the natural sweetness of the scallions is impeccable.
It’s a humble yet deeply comforting dish that proves less can indeed be more. Perfect as a standalone meal or a side dish, these noodles deliver a taste of Shanghai’s culinary heritage with every bite.
And then, there’s the Nan Yang Coffee. Bold, aromatic, and with just the right balance of bitterness and sweetness, it’s the perfect accompaniment to this comforting meal. Served hot and creamy, it feels like a warm hug in a cup, rounding off the experience beautifully.
This combination is a true ode to traditional flavors, crafted with love and precision. Whether for a quick lunch or a moment of indulgence, this is a meal that leaves you deeply satisfied.
At the heart of this meal is not just the exceptional flavors, but the warmth and care that come with it. The scallion oil Shanghai noodles are a testament to the beauty of homemade cooking—simple yet full of depth, crafted with passion and attention to detail. Each bite is a comforting reminder of the love that goes into preparing a meal. Paired with service delivered with a genuine smile, this experience becomes more than just a meal—it’s a heartwarming moment that leaves you feeling satisfied, not just in body, but in spirit.
This year’s Penang Bridge International marathon was held at the Penang 2nd Bridge and it was nothing short of incredible! Staying at a hotel in Alma, just 30 minutes away, the journey to the event itself added a unique twist. We ended up reaching the venue at 1.30 a.m., got a glimpse of the fireworks display for the Full Marathon flag off, having managed to sleep at 8pm and woke up at midnight—an experience that highlighted the importance of mental endurance in a race like this.
The 2nd Penang Bridge route was breathtaking. Running across the iconic bridge with its open, windy environment made the experience both challenging and exhilarating. The cool breeze was a constant companion, energizing me and the crowd of runners around me. Speaking of the crowd—what an amazing group of people! From the spirited participants to the enthusiastic spectators, the energy was infectious, creating an uplifting atmosphere that carried me through the toughest moments.
The flag-off at 3am was electric, with runners eagerly lining up, brimming with energy and anticipation. The collective buzz of the crowd was contagious, setting the tone for the incredible journey ahead. The cool morning air buzzed with energy as hundreds of runners gathered at the starting line, their colorful outfits forming a vibrant sea under the bright streetlights. Conversations and laughter rippled through the crowd, blending with the rhythmic pounding of feet warming up. The road ahead stretched flat and inviting, marked with banners and cheerful volunteers.
When the countdown began, the atmosphere grew electric. “3… 2… 1!” The starting gun echoed, and the runners surged forward as one, their synchronized footsteps like a powerful drumbeat. The groups quickly found their pace, some chatting lightly while others focused intensely on the goal ahead.
Every few kilometers, water stations appeared like oases, staffed by smiling faces offering encouragement and hydration. Distance markers stood tall, cheering silently for each step closer to the 21-kilometer goal.
As the runners pushed forward, their breaths formed clouds in the crisp air. The flat road, illuminated by unwavering streetlights, became a stage for determination, camaraderie, and personal triumph. Every stride was a heartbeat of the collective energy, a reminder of the strength and resilience in every runner pounding toward the finish line.
A particularly memorable moment was crossing paths with my husband on the opposite side halfway through the race. That brief but heartwarming exchange was a special reminder of why I love these events—not just for the physical achievement but for the connections they strengthen.
The race was impeccably organized. Ample parking made arriving stress-free, and the availability of porta-potties ensured comfort for all participants. Everything ran smoothly, allowing us to focus entirely on the joy of running.
The halfway mark loomed ahead, but the excitement of the starting line felt like a distant memory. A gust of wind swept through, chilling the sweat on my skin and forcing my thoughts inward. The road was the same, flat and illuminated, yet the race had shifted. Now, it was me, myself, and I.
The rhythmic pounding of feet around me faded into the background, replaced by the quiet battle within. Keep going, I told myself. My breath was labored, my muscles tired, but I pressed on, step by step, against the wind that seemed intent on slowing me down.
Medics stood stationed every few kilometers, their watchful eyes scanning the runners for signs of struggle. Marshals directed the flow with confident gestures, their bright vests a reassuring presence in the dim light. A fleeting smile or a cheer from them felt like a lifeline, breaking through the solitude for a brief moment.
CREDIT PHOTOGRAPHY BY LEEKY (Thank you for always capturing these amazing moments!)
The camaraderie of the earlier miles was replaced by mental running. It wasn’t just about the road now; it was about the voice in my head. The one that wanted to quit, that doubted my strength. I answered it with every determined step, fueled by grit and the belief that I could finish.
The markers kept appearing, one by one, each a silent reminder that the finish line was closer than the start. The wind was fierce, but my resolve was fiercer. This was my race, my journey—an unstoppable dance between the body, the road, and the mind. The straight route stretched endlessly ahead, illuminated by the glow of streetlights, its simplicity deceptive.
A few meters ahead, I could see other runners, their figures moving steadily in the dim light. They were close enough to inspire me but just out of reach, their presence a reminder that this journey was both shared and deeply personal. Each one seemed locked in their own struggle, their own rhythm, just like me.
The markers ticked by slowly, each one a silent victory. Five kilometers. Six. Seven. My focus shifted inward with every passing sign. Just one more kilometer, I told myself, over and over, the mantra carrying me forward.
The wind fought me at times, but it also whispered stories of resilience. I let my thoughts wander to the many miles I’d shared with my “sole mate”—my trusted running shoes. They carried my weight, bore the brunt of my struggles, and never wavered, step after step. We’d been through countless roads together, and today, they felt like an extension of my very being.
As I neared the final stretch, something shifted inside me. The weight of the race turned into a lightness, a joy that bubbled up and spilled out. I found myself smiling, almost laughing, as my legs moved instinctively. It was as though the memories swirling within me had ignited a dance of joy—a celebration of strength, perseverance, and the journey itself.
Ahead, the finish line came into view, and my heart soared. The runners just meters away seemed like companions now, not competitors, their strides echoing the same rhythm of determination. The road, the memories, and my ever-faithful sole mate had brought me here.
As I approached the finish line, I dug deep and found the strength to finish strong—a true testament to the power of mental running and endurance. This race has left me with memories I’ll cherish forever, from the camaraderie of the runners to the joy of pushing my limits.
Until next time, Penang Bridge—thank you for an unforgettable half marathon!
The Fundraising Rise Up Carnival organised by Youth – To Have “Fun” and to raise “Fund” was a resounding success, bringing together people of all ages, races, and backgrounds for a day filled with fun, connection, and unforgettable memories. The event was held last Saturday, the 7th December at The Visitation Church, Seremban, celebrated the vibrancy of youth while fostering community spirit and teamwork.
Credit Photography: Julian Yong
The festivities began with an electrifying Zumba dance session. A high-energy Zumba performance By Zin Christine and Zin Porsha representing The Ministry of the Poor, set the tone, energizing the crowd and encouraging everyone to join in. The spirit of collaboration and inclusivity was evident as praise dancers from diverse cultural backgrounds performed a beautifully choreographed routine, leaving the audience mesmerized.
Credit Photography: Julian Yong
The Rise Up Fundraising Youth Carnival 2024 kicked off with an unforgettable opening ceremony, blending tradition, innovation, and a touch of spectacle. The event commenced with The “Negaraku” and followed by an inspiring speech by the esteemed VIP guest, YB Tuan Teo Kok Seong, EXCO Negeri Sembilan dan ADUN Bahau together with Father Xavier, The Parish Priest of Church of Visitation, Seremban, Assistant Parish Priest, Father Kenneth and Assistant Parish Priest, Father Philip, whose words of encouragement and unity resonated deeply with the audience.
In a modern twist, a state-of-the-art drone soared gracefully above the crowd, capturing breathtaking aerial views of the carnival grounds while slowly coming downwards. This added a futuristic flair to the ceremony, symbolizing innovation and progress.
The official ribbon-cutting ceremony marked the formal start of the festivities. With Father Xavier, Sabrina-youth leader, leading the way, the symbolic act of cutting the ribbon was met with loud cheers and applause, a joyous acknowledgment of the community’s collective effort to make the event possible.
As the final touch, a vibrant array of balloons was released into the sky, their colorful ascent mirroring the festive spirit of the day. The popping sound of confetti-filled balloons added a playful energy, setting an exciting tone for the activities to come.
Credit Photography by Julian Yong
This thoughtfully planned opening ceremony embodied the spirit of The Rise up Fundraising Youth Carnival 2024—unity, innovation, and celebration. It was a memorable moment that perfectly set the stage for a day of fun, laughter, and connection.
Throughout the day, attendees indulged in a variety of mouthwatering food from local vendors, offering flavors from around the world such as Muruku, Nasi Lemak, Pastries, pancakes and many more. Meanwhile, the carnival area buzzed with excitement as participants enjoyed games and activities designed for all ages, from classic carnival games to modern challenges that tested both skill and creativity.
The stage came alive with solo/group/duo performances showcasing local talent, from heartfelt vocalists to dazzling instrumentalists, each leaving their unique mark. The highlight of the day was the grand finale—a spectacular performance by a popular artist Dato Francissca Peter who had the crowd singing, dancing, and cheering. The energy was palpable as everyone came together to celebrate the event’s success.
The carnival’s success was a testament to the dedication of the organizing team and the overwhelming support from the community. It was a day that united people in joy, reminding everyone of the power of teamwork and the beauty of diversity.
Credit Photography: Albert Thevathas
As the sun set, the carnival concluded, leaving attendees with cherished memories, funds raised for the Church building and the anticipation of next year’s event (perhaps). The Rise Up Fundraising Youth Carnival 2024 truly proved that when a community comes together, magic happens.
This weekend, my 76-year-old mum and I embarked on a 4km run at the Bandar Springhill, Lukut, Port Dickson that became much more than just a race; it was a celebration of life, love, and the bond between mother and daughter.
The Route
The course was a gentle mix of urban charm and natural beauty. We started in a lively park, with the crisp morning air carrying the laughter and chatter of fellow runners. The first kilometer wound through shaded trails lined with tall trees, their leaves rustling as if cheering us on. A gradual incline greeted us in the second kilometer, challenging but manageable. Mum tackled it with determination, her steady pace a testament to her resilience. The final stretch opened onto a clear path with the sun rising ahead—a fitting metaphor for the joy we felt crossing the finish line together.
Emotion and Happiness
Every step of the run was filled with a deep sense of gratitude. I felt a profound pride watching my mum, her face lit with determination, moving with a grace that defied her years. The run was punctuated by laughter, shared smiles, and the occasional lighthearted complaint about “that sneaky hill.” Crossing the finish line hand-in-hand was not just a moment of triumph but also an overwhelming wave of emotion—happiness, love, and the realization of how precious these moments are.
The Gift of Life
This race was more than just a physical activity; it was a reminder of the gift of life and the importance of cherishing it. Watching my mum, who has lived through decades of ups and downs, embrace the challenge with such enthusiasm was a humbling experience. She reminded me that life is about moving forward, one step at a time, no matter the pace.
Mother-Daughter Bonding
Running together strengthened our bond in ways words cannot capture. It wasn’t just about the race but the shared experience—encouraging each other, exchanging stories as we ran, grumbling as well and soaking in the beauty of the moment. It was a time to connect, to reflect on our journey as mother and daughter, and to create memories that we will both cherish forever.
At the Finish Line
When we crossed the line hand-in-hand, the applause of onlookers seemed distant compared to the rush of emotions within me. I held back tears, not wanting to overwhelm her, but inside, I was overwhelmed with pride and gratitude. Seeing her strength and joy was a gift beyond measure. We hugged, and in that moment, words weren’t necessary—our shared triumph spoke volumes.
Final Thoughts
This race was about so much more than distance; it was about celebrating my mum, her resilience, and the unbreakable bond we share. As I look back on this day, I feel nothing but gratitude—for her, for the memories we created, and for the opportunity to experience such a beautiful moment together. Life truly is a gift, and this 4km run was a reminder of just how precious it is.
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