A Tribute to a Class Mentor/CV Referee/Sponsor

Friday, 19th September 2025

Three weeks ago, I had blogged about a lady who spoke at our wedding banquet on 22 November 1992: Mrs Wendy Foo.

Today, I want to pay a tribute to her by dedicating this blog entry to her.

Class Mentor

Mrs Foo was the very teacher assigned to be our class mentor in 1988, and the one who first introduced us to the NTU Staff Club when she treated us to a buffet lunch as part of getting to know us as her mentees.

That meal left a very deep impression on my classmate (now wife) and I, such that when we officially became a couple at the start of our 2nd year, we would frequent the place for our "romantic" lunches and dinners on campus.

I believe very strongly also that Mrs Foo spoke up for me during the 1st year post-exam roundtable discussion. I had expected to fail both Econs1 and CMA1, but ended up with Ds in those subjects.  It is during moments like these that having a distinct and memorable name like "Malcolm" helps, haha.  Thanks to dad for naming me such.

CV Referee

As part of our curriculum, we had to do a 2-month internship at an audit firm during our 2nd year term break before starting our 3rd-year.  One such firm then was Price Waterhouse ("PW"), which was considered to be the most prestigious of all audit firms (it still is, in my humble opinion haha).  PW could pick and choose its candidates and inevitably, anyone from the "AccountsSoc" (a very prestigious organisation then) would end up working there.

Well, yours truly was from NTU Christian Fellowship, not exactly the organisation that stood out on a CV.  But more importantly, yours truly also knew Mrs Foo personally because she "happened" to also attend Paya Lebar Methodist Church ("PLMC").  So while most fellow students submitted their CVs to the school, mine went directly to Mrs Foo one particular Sunday after church service.  Why, you may ask? Well, her husband, Mr Ron Foo, was at that time, a partner in PW.  And any CV that goes through the hands of Mrs Foo gets tremendous weight added to it.  Needless to say, I interned in PW in 1990 and had a place reserved for me in the firm even before I graduated in 1991.

Mrs Foo also helped me obtain my MBA a year earlier than originally intended (in 1997 rather than 1998).  I had joined a country club as its internal auditor in December 1994, and had initially wanted to do my MBA in August 1996, wanting to work at least a year into the job.  But when the incoming Treasurer told me in late-February 1995 the role was a "dead-end" job, I panicked and Mrs Foo assisted me in submitting my MBA application even though it was past the deadline of 28 February 1995, and I was thus able to enrol in August that same year, thus eventually graduating with the MBA a year earlier.

I put Mrs Foo as my CV referee and that alone opened doors to multiple job interviews.

Sponsor

As for my wife, Mrs Foo was approached and agreed to be her "sponsor" as per the requirement of the Methodist Church in 1991.  She was then a member of Bedok Lutheran and had her membership transferred to PLMC.  Back then, the church had a requirement that those wanting to get married in the sanctuary had to both be members first.

So why this tribute at this point in time?  I received news yesterday that Mrs Foo has gone home to be with the Lord.

My wife and I will be going to the wake today to pay our respects.

Thank you Mrs Foo for being such a wonderful mentor to so many of your students, and in particular, to me. 

You have left a great legacy and will be fondly remembered.

Your son, Ian, in particular, is such a well-mannered gentleman, and an exemplary servant-leader. And the one who influenced me to buy a Tesla.

Say hi to my parents and tell them I am looking forward to being re-united with them.

The Spitting Image

Wednesday, 3rd September 2025

Since my wife and I officially made New Creation Church our home church in January 2018, I had not stepped foot into Paya Lebar Methodist Church ("PLMC"), the church of my forefathers for a good 6 years at least.

When I caught up with some ex-church mates over a game of golf post-Covid (circa Aug 2021), they asked me when they would see me back in PLMC, I cheekily told them, "when I walk my daughter down the aisle".

And that is what I did. On 21st September 2024.

I had originally wanted to visit PLMC during her 90th Anniversary in 2022. But because the current PIC Rev K is anti-NewCre (he saw fit to invite every other pastor except anyone from NewCre in a series of sermons leading up to the Anniversary), I decided to skip it.

You can read more about it here:

https://rootss.blogspot.com/2025/08/at-crossroads-part-2.html

I had also hoped that my good friend Ps Reuben Ng would be posted in as PLMC's PIC so that he could officially officiate my sweetie's wedding. But it was not meant to be. 

I still marvel at how Roland Teo managed to get him to officiate his daughter Charlene's. Oh well. God sure does have a sense of humour :-)

Anyway, back to the day I stepped foot into PLMC.

Several of my daughter's peers saw me for the first time and remarked that "I" resemble "her".

I would politely correct them by saying that "she" resembles "me". Lolz.

Just the other day, I saw this romper and had a chuckle because it is purple (my sweetie's favourite colour). It is something I would have bought for her to wear when she was a toddler.

Sweetie is indeed a spitting image of her dad.

Which reminds me how we humans are the only ones made in the image of God. Everything else that God created, He spoke into existence. Mankind was the only creature that God breathed His life and spirit into. We are the pinnacle of His creation and the only ones that Jesus would die for. Hallelujah!

Extremely Precious Sweetie (and Her Extremely Prodigious Dad)

Tuesday 2nd September 2025

Having blogged about ESP and PSP, let's focus our attention to the 3rd woman in my life: EPS.

My extremely precious Sweetie.

I mentioned in an earlier post that my wife and I got married young. Very young. At the tender age of 25 and 23 respectively.

We were also the first among our respective siblings to do so.

So it would not be a surprise that Sweetie is the first grandchild on both sides of the family too.

I personally experienced the love of a mother for her only son. In my humble opinion, this is second only to a father's love for her only daughter.

One of the most remarkable parables Jesus ever told was that of The Prodigal Son. 

"Prodigal" is an adjective describing something or someone that is wastefully extravagant, spending money, time, or energy without wisdomThe term also means lavishly abundant or profuse. Additionally, "prodigal" can be a noun referring to a person who is a spendthrift, or it can refer to the subject of the parable of the Prodigal Son—a person who has been away for a long time, behaves badly, and then returns home to be welcomed back.

Traditionally, people would focus on the son being "prodigal".

But let's look at the parable from another perspective, and focus on the father instead.

The father was "prodigal" in the sense of being "wastefully extravagant" on his younger son.

He gave the son the best robe. He put sandals on his son's feet. He gave the son his signet ring. 

He killed the fatted calf. He threw a grand party with music and dancing to celebrate.

Now *that* is a lesson for all of us earthly fathers to learn from.

Which I have tried putting into practice.

I do not recall specifically buying my sweetie birthday or Christmas presents because she being my daughter was reason enough to buy her stuff anytime of the year, throughout the year.

Whenever I went overseas on business trips, I would set aside the last day to look for stuff to buy for her.

She had her favourites.

Anything purple. Blossom. Dora the Explorer. Cinderella. Lizzie McGuire. Hanna Montana. Gossip Girl. Sally. Water Wally.

I would also give my sweetie an allowance that was significantly higher than what other parents would give their children.

When she was in Secondary School and JC, it was a 3-figure amount, steadily increasing year after year. When she was an NUS undergraduate, it reached a 4-figure amount.

But the extent of my extravagance was manifested when she was training to be a teacher, I bought her a brand-new car so that she could drive to NIE.


Many people have accused me of spoiling my daughter. My reply to them will always be, "If you cannot even spoil your own daughter, who can you spoil? 


The extent to which the father in that parable "spoilt" his son, what I do to "spoil" my daughter pales in comparison, no?

God loves us unconditionally. And I thank Him for giving me my EPS so that I could in turn demonstrate to her the overwhelming, never-ending reckless love of her heavenly Daddy God through her earthly dad. Amen?

Happy Bestie's Day!

Monday, 1st September 2025

Today, I celebrate my bestie's 56th birthday.

Of those 56 years, 23 of them has been as Ms Phuah, and 33 as Mrs Loh.

I recall that earlier conversation I had with her in Canteen A, circa August 1988.

Besides finding out (indirectly) whether she was attached, I also had to find out which day her birthday fell on.

When she told me "1st September", I replied, "Oh, Teachers' Day!"

Back in the day. Teachers' Day was fixed on 1st September. Nowadays, it is celebrated on the 1st Friday in the month of September.

And so as far as I am concerned. 1st September is Bestie's Day haha.

In 2022, to commemorate 30 years of marriage. I put together a video montage, using photos from each of the 30+ years we had known each other. The song in the background," All The Earth" by Planetshakers, is one of her favourites.

Although my bestie is not a teacher, both of us produced one who currently is: our daughter. The third woman in my life. The one I have given the term of endearment EPS.

This heart-shaped summary was produced using Canva, a software that she introduced to me.

Which nicely leads the way to me blogging about her, so stay tuned!

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