冲动

因为生气所以冲动

因为担心所以冲动

因为害怕所以冲动

因为冲动而说了些不该说的话，然后又后悔

冲动到底好吗？

或许某种程度上的冲动是有必要的吧

因为冲动所以有所行动

因为冲动所以有了进步

因为冲动所以有了希望

冲动可能好吧？

所有事情都有双面，不好事事都钻牛角尖啊。

How to get the doctor to attend to you first in a crowded clinic

Easy, just pretend to faint.

Okie, jokes aside. Was down for 2 days with high fever (suddenly). I was well in the day, went for my lunch workout at the gym, ate normal, nothing amiss or out of the ordinary. Then the fever came late in the night. Saw my family doctor the next morning. According to my dad (thank God he went with me to the clinic), when it was my turn to see the doctor, I managed to knock on the doctor’s door, turned the knob and even walked in before I fainted (I have no recollection of doing all that !) in front of the doctor. Quickly, the doctor and his nurses helped me to the bed where the doctor quickly measured my blood pressure, and took my blood sugar count, both too low for comfort. I woke up soon after and was given a cup of glucose drink by the nurses. It all started with a stupid fever which as I expected was high, at 38.7 deg (normal body temperature is 36.9 deg). 2 days medical leave.

Went home after the whole “drama” at the clinic, took medicine and slept almost the whole day. Up till evening time, my temperature remains at 38.1 deg. , still too high. Praise God my temperature dipped back to normal (37.1 deg) the next day. Felt sooo much better.

While its terrible & miserable to be sick, I also want to thank God for so many good friends around me. They encouraged me via sms and that kept my spirits up. Praise God.

Well, back to work today. Ganbatte !

服务哲学

人无我有，人有我优， 人优我更优。

加油 ！

Jesus can, you can also !

Praise the Lord, I finally passed my driving test yesterday morning (16 Nov 05, test time : 9.15am). Actually to say I wasn’t nervous would be bluff, I was indeed nervous. For the past few nights before the test, I was worried about the challenges I will be facing inside the driving circuit, namely the crank course, s-curve, slope, vertical parking, parallel parking, directional change and emergency brake. My past circuit practices had not been good, mistakes here and there. I was disappointed, but I came all the way, practiced so hard just for the test right ? I told myself that I cannot give up now !

Really praise God, everything went smoothly during the test. I kept on praying in tongues and giving thanks to God silently. That really calmed me down a lot (at least my heart wasn’t thumping so loudly that I thought even the tester sitting beside me inside the car could hear).

1st challenge – Emergency brake (Less than 100 metres after I drove out from my parking lot towards the circuit, the tester slapped his hand on the front dashboard and I stepped hard on my foot brake. Everything from the back seat of the car was thrown on the floor and frankly speaking, I was shocked at the impact too. Tester then motioned for me to move on… phew…)

2nd challenge – Parallel Parking (missed my 1st try, need to try again, thank God I didn’t panic. Didn’t hit kerb nor knock down the poles.. praise God, move on to next challenge)

3rd challenge – S curve. (Slowly, slowly. In the last test I mounted kerb and had an immediate failure. Praise God, went through smoothly).

4th challenge – Vertical Parking (Shucks ! My car was not straight when I went into the parking lot, panic, turn steering wheel left and right to make it straight, finally went in nicely… Praise God, must be angels & definitely His wisdom manz…)

5th challenge – Directional Change (When my car went it, I stepped on the brakes, but forgot to step on the clutch, car “died”. Heart skipped a beat cos I was afraid the tester might assume I hit the kerb in front, cos if I do, that would be an immediate failure. I said sorry and explained that I forgot to step on the clutch, restart the car’s engine, and did my directional change. No reaction from tester, as usual… but still I praise God when I completed this challenge).

6th challenge – Crank course (Drove in cautiously, made sure I kept more to the left side when turning right and vice versa. Praise God, went through smoothly).

After this, the tester told me to go out to my test route (No. 1). Actually I was happy to go out of the circuit cos I feel more comfortable outside on the roads, everything, even the roads seems wider.

Thank God for that greyish colored car that slowed down and gave way to me when I was changing lanes. I had to go up a slope later on and thank God that when I stopped at the white stop line which is on top of the slope, it was flat ground, so I need not pull my handbrake and do the “balancing of clutch and accelerator act” and the car didn’t slide back when moving off.

Thank God that during the last challenge, which is an U-turn (before turning back to the driving centre), although my gear box was stucked and I couldn’t change to gear 2 after moving off, I managed to keep calm. I put my gear to neutral, released clutch, then step on clutch again to engage in gear 2 successfully & quickly. Thank God that there wasn’t any on-coming traffic behind me. And I thank God that I experienced a similar incident during my practices with my instructor earlier so I knew what I had to do. Praise Him really. That has to be God…. His plan….

Thank God for smooth traffic lights at all the junctions in the route that I drove down yesterday morning. Most of all, i thank God for good weather cos this morning at 5plus, it rained very very heavily. I woke up and immediately I gave thanks cos if it rained yesterday, my vision when driving will be very much hampered by the rain.

Thank you Jesus for making all things happen the way they did and for giving me supernatural favour with the other drivers on the road and especially with my tester. I also want to thank you Jesus for giving me such a good instructor, who despite the many mistakes I made during the practice sessions I had with him, he didn’t scold me at all but encouraged me that I’ve been doing well and should be able to pass each time I take my test. Ok, I’ve disappointed him twice, but this time I made it finally. I’m sure he is glad for me too.

All in all, I call it a miracle and definitely His grace, mercy and favour that I cleared my driving. All glory unto Him.

Views from my office building (29th floor)

The old JTC building + Parts of Jurong Country Club + Jurong Island

International Business Park (IBP) + Other parts of Singapore

I think...

I think i ought to smile more the next time i take photographs..

Evidence ? I like what i saw on the photographs taken from my cousin's ROM last saturday (05 Nov 05). Happy, giggly and bubbly, perfect right mood for the occasion.

*Talking to myself* : Yo dear, must smile more ok ? Cos you look so much better.

喜欢嘲笑别人的人

曾经读过一本书，书上说，那些喜欢嘲笑别人的人，其实是无法克制内心恐惧的人，所以说那些话伤害我们的人，其实是在害怕着的。

Ear-hole piercing

I FINALLY pierced my ear hole last Saturday afternoon (05 Nov 05). I went to this shop at Orchard Wisma Isetan, called B-Dazzled. The lady serving me, Ms Siti, was friendly and very professional. Yup, pain pain initially (but manageable) but now no more pain at all ! My cousin-in-law even helped me to take photographs of the whole process (thanks SK).

Hee hee… now i can start considering piercing another 2 holes..should I ? Should i not ? cham..vain liao...haha

只要相信

只要相信，期待就能成真。

只要他知道就好

有时想要放弃，但是放弃不就等於没有机会再努力了吗？只要不放弃，就一定有机会进步，不是吗？

紧要关头不轻易说放弃，绝望就会变成希望。

虽然我现在还是做的不好，达不到要求，但我会努力，一直一直不停的努力，做到最好。如果到最后还是不行的话，真的得放弃的时候，我肯定会伤心，但是，相信我也不会有任何遗憾，因为我至少也努力过了。

只要他知道就好。

I will carry you out every morning until we are old

On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. This was the scene of ten years ago.

The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid, I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.

Dew came into my life.

It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her

stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, You are the kind of man who best draws girls. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls. Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn' t help doing so.

I moved Dew's hands aside and said, You go to select some furniture, O.K.?
I've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me.

However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.

One day I said to her in a slight joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn' t imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious. When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates.
But I read some hurt in her eyes.

Once again, Dew said to me, Divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more. When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I 've got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn' t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want to divorce. I raised a serious topic calmly. She didn t seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!.

At that night, we didn t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew. With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.

Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer. A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.

She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn t want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month's time

before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didnt want him to see our marriage was broken.

She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, Do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?

This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.

I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with a romantic form.

I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don t tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for bus, I drove to office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest.
We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn' t looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.

On the third day, she whispered to me, The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became more vague.

On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded.
The sense of intimacy was even stronger.

I didn t tell Dew about this.

I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, All my dresses have grown fatter. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head.

Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.

On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old. I held her tightly and said, Both you and I didn t notice that our life was lack of such intimacy. I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs.

Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious.

She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever.

She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn t value the details of life, not because we didn t love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.

When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favourite. The salesgirl asked me to write the greeting words on the card.

I smiled and wrote, " I 'll carry you out every morning until we are old."

Once upon a time.....

Chapter One

One day, noodle quarrel with meat bao(bun). They had a fight but bao was too clumsy and lost badly. He was very angry and he told noodle to stay behind if he has the guts and he'll get his pals to assist him.

Meat bao went to find bread, man tou, jian bao etc to get them to reinforce him. Along the way, they saw maggi mee. They ah bish ahbish ah bish and beat maggi mee up and maggi mee beri puzzled why he kena beaten up. He said, "Why u all beat me? What have I done to deserve this?" The meat bao said, "Noodle! Dun think u perm your hair then cannot recognise u!"

Chapter Two

Maggi mee, who was beaten up for no reason, was very angry. So he went to find bee hoon, udon, fried noodles etc to seek revenge. But on the way, they met small bao. Maggi mee looked at small bao for a while then told his brothers, "Bra-der! Whack him!" Maggi mee whack small bao harder & harder.

After the noodles family has left, they asked Maggi Mee why he hated small bao so much and beat him up so badly. Maggi mee said. "At first wanna teach him a small lesson only, but then see him act cute, made me so angry."

Chapter Three

The more small bao thought of it, the more buay song he was. So, he found the bao family to whack Maggi mee. Then they found ying shi juan (noodles covered with bun). They brought him back as hostage and were about to put him on the stove to force him to talk when the bao head said, "That's not noodles! That's our undercover!"

Chapter Four

The family of bao and noodles are now enemies and they have gang fights whenever they see each other. One day, the noodles family was having a walk when they saw char siew bao alone. Seeing the good chance, all of them attacked him. The noodles family shouted, "Beat him hard hard! Don't give chance just because he's vomiting blood!"

Chapter Five

Poor char siew bao, with his injuries, went to the bao headquarters to look for help. All the bao family was activated and together with red bean bao,green bean bun etc. they went to seek revenge.

All the passerbys siam them as they look like they will kill.They saw french fries jalan jalan along, shopping. The bao family attacked him. The bao head shouted, "Noodle people still wear gold go shopping! Whack him!!!"

Chapter Six

Finally, the bao family manage to kidnap noodle, the one who started up the whole show, and brought him back to the bao headquarter. All the baos took turns to whack him.

At the end, the chief of baos - dua bah bao took a final roll over noodle before they dump him.When the poor noodle finally went home, none of the family member could recognise him bcoz he is totally disfigured - flatten.

In order not to let the family bear the bad name, he appears as a new member named Mee pok.

Accessories making session

This week is good. We only had to work 3 days (Mon, Wed & Fri) out of the week. Praise God. Tuesday is Deepavali and coming Thursday is Hari Raya Puasa, 2 public holidays in a week.

Today, my friends and I went over to a friend’s house to learn to do bracelets, necklaces and earrings with beads, crystals and hooks and rings… very interesting. There were so many designs, colors and types of beads & crystals to choose from, one could just get “lost” in the vast selection my friend has. I believe patience & creativity counts a lot when doing such accessories especially for the more complicated designs that could take more than 2 hours to complete. Nonetheless, the satisfaction of completing one on your own is simply awesome.

I thank God for blessing my friend with her gift of making such beautiful and elegant accessories and for her willingness to “impart” her skills to us. Now, armed with the basics, all we need is practice, practice and more practice. Praise God.