<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346215573416152692</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 11:45:27 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Giant Kite</title><description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;GIANT KITE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&#xa;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;As a kid,I had always wondered how far away can the kites see and what were the views like.&lt;br&gt;I&#39;m still wondering......&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://giantkite-sabahan.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Giantkite)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346215573416152692.post-464139466816154135</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Aug 2013 19:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-08-27T12:55:34.642-07:00</atom:updated><title>Month of the Ghosts in Lunar Calender</title><atom:summary type="text">The 7th month in the Lunar Calender (used by the Chinese) is commonly known as the Month of the Ghosts. Generally it falls on August of the Solar Calender (used by the rest of the world). It is believed that the God of Hell will grant the ghosts a month&#39;s leave, and the Gate of Ghosts&#39; Fort will be opened to release the ghosts. They are free to roam human land for one month, after which they will</atom:summary><link>http://giantkite-sabahan.blogspot.com/2013/08/month-of-ghosts-in-lunar-calender.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giantkite)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4w21CprK5fxpXGEQFSSf-mQ53AkpasvYO3W2B9Tsj57lgnMVfG-ji79239QYvEsR-CGTqS-p-sDOeYTuLIXrLxK0DCzObASyV89_lX5WjGixuxTGeOY1TAeP2k_w_-eFsEUSElMK_CTL1/s72-c/%E9%BB%91%E7%99%BD%E6%97%A0%E5%B8%B8.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346215573416152692.post-3810421703696538861</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 May 2012 20:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-29T13:06:53.315-07:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Harvest Festival</title><atom:summary type="text">To all KDM friends, Happy Harvest Festival!


</atom:summary><link>http://giantkite-sabahan.blogspot.com/2012/05/happy-harvest-festival.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giantkite)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5YCgA6LA3oVVwJFOsRdvHFZOQlmtCky84s0is243dIaGAcbcDnuaWTL6ucq9x5Rjkn4o2cU5wIsUrdo35wd2UDrlJ2iEuA5bEx8OEu-f6lhPu2yZehs-AbCuI9eAXkqcTlCbIHMmnVYXc/s72-c/pesta-menuai.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346215573416152692.post-3940889049810207685</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2011 06:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-24T11:31:46.666-07:00</atom:updated><title>Bad memories of lightning</title><atom:summary type="text">The village where I grew up was a very flat piece of land. There were no tall buildings around and no hills, the highest point was a tree or a person riding a bicycle. General knowledge tells us that lightning always strikes at the highest point, therefore many of my village folks were struck by lightning while taking a shelter under a big tree or cycling in the rain.
My class mate&#39;s father was </atom:summary><link>http://giantkite-sabahan.blogspot.com/2011/12/bad-memories-of-lightning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giantkite)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwmgbInyyQNDwT5AEGrkqjCbnFdoU1c_fnN1vPJJypK_zTxkf9VB7SZ0AyJJVNevx_wPdJ3F1sRLJ2tLdSjx3s8E1Li12fZMqr1uNBZBOafzmf53JUH_pb2oyD1QnRUtUmAtOt0gED9RWU/s72-c/lightning1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346215573416152692.post-7294354565098877266</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Nov 2011 11:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-26T03:46:17.068-08:00</atom:updated><title>Cooking with firewood</title><atom:summary type="text">When we reached the lower end of the canal, the firewood were lifted out from the water. This was where a lorry could reach.They were left to dry on the banks and  mean while my father arranged with the owner of the only lorry in our village to transport them back to our house.
The logs were further swan into shorter lengths of about 2-foot long each.Then they are split into smaller pieces with a</atom:summary><link>http://giantkite-sabahan.blogspot.com/2011/11/cooking-with-firewood.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giantkite)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipTTTgmiBA9sjdLblWUcK_xgKVsvnizLRJ0HGyQD2LKarI8jUBHsih2pKHdkT83k4h_E48Nj0Np_gnFz95Ii0cBZ3-C_jvRBLGa2zLqtLDX8fdvsOSiIVYX7CBacY6RtQ4W9i8wAlXEmA1/s72-c/splitaxe.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346215573416152692.post-3176661708296646526</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 07:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-24T23:39:27.306-08:00</atom:updated><title>Merry X&#39;mas !</title><atom:summary type="text">


Wishing all my Christian friends a Merry Christmas!</atom:summary><link>http://giantkite-sabahan.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-xmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giantkite)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY3Dt1jahbKJctosFCqb2cvxbSszAVidc8ygVjH8T4mxAMTeeSKSmM4kq9ay5XBcOnUZp6JTkKLlniKQ0Hhjig9ZShRmUkVNtxuGbNYtku4cNzsGSsPSotFSArjWe3YmrViIguEhTRSBzt/s72-c/xmas.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346215573416152692.post-2815386655192504932</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 06:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-25T12:52:51.198-08:00</atom:updated><title>Firewood in the canal</title><atom:summary type="text">We worked for about 2 weeks, 7:00am to 6:00pm everyday, gathering what we needed in the woods. My dad estimated that we had collected enough firewood for a lorry-load and sticks for a good twine-climbing support, therefore prepared to move them out of the woods.

He cut some long pieces of raw rattan which were twinning round the trunks of huge trees. We carried the logs, the sticks and rattan on</atom:summary><link>http://giantkite-sabahan.blogspot.com/2009/11/firewood-in-canal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giantkite)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIs-v5W61xOA51Tek8wrUSCpvdU-6LXuiWDZsWWb5Kz28UljiK7atUpGEpegd7MIxljcGqMzlpWf-oaIxUmcZtKH90zokI0QLvbymcxHsqm5_hKWa69psfEpxx5INhARltpeBneqcZrLZj/s72-c/canal1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346215573416152692.post-1741101952368714174</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 10:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-24T04:48:52.074-07:00</atom:updated><title>In the woods</title><atom:summary type="text">When I was a child, everyone in the village used firewood for their cooking in the house. Those well to do families bought firewood from lorry drivers but those of us who could not afford would have to gather our firewood from the woods outside the village.

My father brought me along to gather firewood in the woods during one of the term school holidays. We cycled there. We left our bicycles at </atom:summary><link>http://giantkite-sabahan.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-woods.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giantkite)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQO8QQnhhpzowsMJq7UvyXMbxhSkAI-IX9v9GnquGMStjY94qICxBgnuwZrBoWlwLRwJiZDZS71caQoJMvBX3Fwtz_2jeVM1RMnUIYD5UP-czsSI4vekWEyaEonAbn3y0SZWOJpumS6KZt/s72-c/dh_saw.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346215573416152692.post-322171511152355939</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 11:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-25T12:46:29.262-08:00</atom:updated><title>Swimming in the canals</title><atom:summary type="text">The village which I lived in as a child was a wet padi growing village. It had a very good irrigation system, there were more than 20 canals controlling the flow of water into and out of the padi fields.The grass growing on the banks are trimmed regularly by the workers, so it was very neat and tidy, ideal for us kids to roll on, and then drop off into the water.
The canals were not filled with </atom:summary><link>http://giantkite-sabahan.blogspot.com/2009/10/swimming-in-canals.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giantkite)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxJPrCLo-tj8Xfd0wMOxCUkDlmwuZRA8GUYFvJvhV_ieikC-TFaTsIakgAHKrJrOMDsC-KoB7uvwMP8eVgMn_spvDXbAF8fCFbH_4gupxwmF8F7DFQJv2_KUNyqQy0cQKacr47jw6giVbw/s72-c/floodgate1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346215573416152692.post-3819799913519238751</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 19:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-23T04:08:50.379-07:00</atom:updated><title>A tough question to answer</title><atom:summary type="text">Sometimes I ask myself,&quot;Have I made the right choice by leaving the kampung?&quot;I know I cannot answer that.My father was a farmer in a small Chinese new village, planting padi and tobacco alternately during the year. We kids had to help in the field during week ends and school holidays. By the time we finished our 6 years of primary school education we were quite strong and knew most of the works </atom:summary><link>http://giantkite-sabahan.blogspot.com/2009/10/tough-question-to-answer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giantkite)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346215573416152692.post-931975184460718060</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 10:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-26T04:26:08.025-08:00</atom:updated><title>Kite flying in the kampung</title><atom:summary type="text">This article and several others were posted in another blog hosted by Blogcharm.com which is now closed down, so don&#39;t be surprised if you feel that it is familiar.

When I was a kid there were no video games,cybercafes and TV.I did not know how the town kids passed their spare times and never bothered to find out.Even without these entertainment outlets,we kampung kids had no problem to pass our</atom:summary><link>http://giantkite-sabahan.blogspot.com/2008/05/kite-flying-in-kampung.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giantkite)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCckhsGdzgfR1y8pichyphenhyphenaPR1cKgEVEo7ZM1xc-QRPJUFmpDXSwaxBt8epwv7tVQzv_XnmSMVRwkHB1eKrFF7ud3qWbdVJUBXzDdUtwjWVHWdCGjadZDjrt0A3GBeI5zR2LaguhpLpNXQci/s72-c/wau1_rz.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346215573416152692.post-2707248370697523804</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 04:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-06T21:33:15.302-08:00</atom:updated><title>Flying a kite</title><atom:summary type="text">When someone says,&quot;Go fly a kite!&quot; he is telling you off,implying that you are being naive.But I find flying a kite is not simple at all,there is a great deals of lessons to be learned by doing it.First of all, you have to learn the skill to make a kite that will fly,it should not be too heavy yet strong enough to withstand strong wind up in great height,so you must learn how to pick the right </atom:summary><link>http://giantkite-sabahan.blogspot.com/2008/03/flying-kite.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giantkite)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346215573416152692.post-8645443748227391965</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 18:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-19T10:15:42.839-08:00</atom:updated><title>Let the kite take you above the cloud to the highest might</title><atom:summary type="text">Kites always bring back fond memories of my childhood,when I let the imaginations fly with the kite to the farway places.</atom:summary><link>http://giantkite-sabahan.blogspot.com/2008/01/let-kite-take-you-above-cloud-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giantkite)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>