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Saturday, November 28, 2009


Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Great Thoughts by Great People

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Saturday, November 21, 2009


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Tuesday, November 17, 2009

The irreplaceable void...
a story worth sharing

(We received this storey via an e-mail.)

"4 years ago, an accident took my beloved away and very often I wonder, how does my wife, who is now in the heavenly realm, feel right now? She must be feeling extremely sad for leaving a husband who is incapable to taking care of the house and the kid. 'cos that is the exact feeling that I have, as I feel that I have failed to provide for the physical and emotional needs of my child, and failed to be the dad and mum for my child.

There was one particular day, when I had an emergency at work. Hence, I had to leave home whilst my child was still sleeping. So thinking that there was still rice leftovers, I hastily cooked an egg and left after informing my sleepy child.

With the double roles, I am often exhausted at work as well as when I am home. So after a long day, I came home, totally drained of all energy. So with just a brief hug and kiss for my child, I went straight into the room, skipping dinner. However, when I jumped into my bed with intention of just having a well-deserved sleep, all i heard and felt was broken porcelain and warm liquid! I flipped open my blanket, and there lies the source of the 'problem'... a broken bowl with instant noodles and a mess on the bedsheet and blanket!

Boy, was I mad! I was so furious that I took a clothes hanger, charged straight at my child who was happily playing with his toy, and give him a good spanking! He merely cried but not asking for mercy, except a short explanation:

"Dad, I was hungry and there wasn't anymore leftover rice. But you were not back yet, hence I wanted to cook some instant noodles. But I remembered you reminding me not to touch or use the gas stove without any adults around, hence I turned on the shower and used the hot water from the bathroom to cook the noodles. One is for you and the other is for me. However, I was afraid that the noodles will turn cold, so I hid it under the blanket to keep it warm till you return. But I forgot to remind you 'cos I was playing with my toys....I am sorry Dad..."

At that moment, tears were starting to run down my cheeks...but I didn't want my son to see his dad crying so I dashed into the bathroom and cried with the shower head on to mask my cries. After that episode, I went towards my son to give him a tight hug and applied medication on him, while coaxing him to sleep. Then, it was time to clear up the mess on the bed. When everything was done and well past midnight, I passed my son's room, and saw that he was still crying, not from the pain on his little buttock, but from looking at the photograph of his beloved mummy.

A year has passed since the episode, I have tried, in this period, to focus on giving him both the love of his dad and mum, and to attend to most of his needs. And soon, he is turning seven, and will be graduating from kindergarten. Fortunately, the incident did not leave a lasting impression on his childhood memories and he is still happily growing up.

However, not so long ago, I hit my boy again, with much regret. This time, his kindergarten teacher called, informing me of my son's absence from school. I took off early from work and went home, expecting him to explain. But he wasn't to be found, so I went around our house, calling out his name and eventually found him outside a stationery shop, happily playing computer games. I was fuming, brought him home and whack the hell out of him. He did not retaliate, except to say, 'I am sorry, Dad'. But after much probing, I realized that it was a 'Talent Show' organized by his school and the invite is for every student's mummy. And that was the reason for his absence as he has no mummy.....

Few days after the caning, my son came home to tell me, the kindergarten has recently taught him how to read and write. Since then, he has kept to himself and stayed in his room to practise his writing, which I am sure, would make my wife proud, if she was still around. 'cos he makes me proud too!

Time passes by very quickly, and soon another year has passed. It's winter, and its Christmas time. Everywhere the christmas spirit is in every passer-by...Christmas carols and frantic shoppers....but alas, my son got into another trouble. When I was about to knock off from the day's work, the post office called. Due to the peak season, the post master was also on an edgy mood. He called to tell me that my son has attempted to post several letters with no addressee. Although I did make a promise never to hit my son again, I couldn't help but to hit him as I feel that this child of mine is really beyond control. Once again, as before, he apologized, ' I'm sorry, Dad' and no additional reason to explain. I pushed him towards a corner, went to the post office to collect the letters with no addressee and came home, and angrily questioned my son on his prank, during this time of the year.

His answer, amidst his sobbing, was : The letters were for Mummy.
My eyes grew teary, but I tried to control my emotions and continued to ask him: " But why did u post so many letters, at one time?" My son's reply was: " I have been writing to mummy for a long time, but each time I reach out for the post box, it was too high for me, hence I was not able to post the letters. But recently, when I went back to the postbox, I could reach it and I sent it all at once..."

Dear Mummy,

I miss you so much! Today, there was a 'Talent Show' in school, and the school invited all mothers for the show. But you are not around, so I did not want to participate as well. I did not tell Dad about it as I was afraid that Dad would start to cry and miss you all over again. Dad went around looking for me, but in order to hide my sadness, I sat in front of the computer and started playing games at one of the shops. Dad was furious, and he couldn't help it but scolded and hit me, but I did not tell him the real reason. Mummy, everyday I see Dad missing you and whenever he think of you, he is so sad and often hide and cry in his room. I think we both miss you very very much. Too much for our own good I think. But Mummy, I am starting to forget your face. Can you please appear in my dreams so that I can see your face and remember you? I heard that if you fall asleep with the photograph of the person whom you miss, you will see the person in your dreams. But mummy, why haven't you appeared?

After reading the letter, I cant stop sobbing. 'cos I can never replace the irreplaceable gap left behind by my wife....

For the females with children:

Don't do so much overtime. If you cannot finish the work, it must be some kind of problems within the company, and it is not your sole problem. Feedback to your boss. Endless overtime may not necessary be the answer to the problem. Take care of your health so that you can treasure and take care of yo ur little precious.

For the married men:

Drink less, smoke less, cos nothing can replace your good health, not even business nor clients.

Try thinking this way, are you able to work till your clients are totally dependent on you? or your boss is totally dependent on you? In this society, no one is indispensable.

Take care of your health (practice Qigong esp. CSCQ), so that you can take care of your little precious and your loved ones.

For those singles out there:

Beauty lies in loving yourself first.

With confidence and loving yourself, you will see the beauty in other things around you. You will be able to work better and happier. Don't let your health be affected by your work or your boss, so nothing matters more than your well being.

Friday, November 13, 2009


(此文转载自 醫鑰-揭開中醫的奧秘。谢谢。)







身體的氣功可以產生六種電能,每種電能皆能產生一種光-紅、藍、白、紫、黑、黃光六種顏色,功夫最高者可將此六種光能聚而為一[金光],即如佛像頭上所放的光芒,金光可放出五彩毫光,五光十色,彩霞萬丈,美麗無比,如佛像頭上的光環。即為十天干(中樞神經)與十二地支(周圍神經)互相配合運行產生的[能] 所現出來的光芒。

Monday, November 09, 2009

Life Explained…
by an MBA to some Mexicans

(We received this story via an e-mail.)

A boat docked in a tiny Mexican fishing village.

A tourist complimented the local fishermen on the quality of their fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.


“Not very long.” they answered in unison.

“Why didn’t you stay out longer and catch more?”

The fishermen explained that their small catches were sufficient to meet their needs and those of their families.


“But what do you do with the rest of your time?”


“We sleep late, fish a little, play with our children, and take siestas with our wives. In the evenings, we go into the village to see our friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs.



We have a full life.”

The tourist interrupted,


“I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat.”


“And after that?”

“With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant.


You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City, Los Angeles , or even New York City !


From there you can direct your huge new enterprise.”


“How long would that take?”

“Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years.” replied the tourist.

“And after that?”

“Afterwards? Well my friend, that’s when it gets really interesting,” answered the tourist, laughing. “When your business gets really big, you can start buying and selling stocks and make millions!”

“Millions? Really? And after that?” asked the fishermen.



52“After that you’ll be able to retire, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends.”


And the moral of this story is:


…….. Know where you’re going in life…
you may already be there!!


“To you the earth yields her fruit and you shall not want if you know how to fill your hands. It is in exchanging the gifts of the earth that you shall find abundance and be satisfied. Yet unless the exchange be in love and kindly justice, it will lead some to greed and others to hunger.”

~ Kahlil Gibran

Thursday, November 05, 2009


(We received this interesting article via an e-mail.)

開往西安的火車上,一個很漂亮的列車乘務員,盯著一個民工摸樣的中年人,大聲說道 "查票 "。





"我是殘疾人 ! ! "



列車員冷笑了一下: "沒有殘疾證,怎麼能證明你是殘疾人啊?




列車長聞訊趕來,詢問情況。中年人再一次向列車長說明,自己是一個殘疾人, 買了一張和殘疾人票一樣價格的票……

列車長也問:"你的殘疾證呢? "



他翻遍了全身的口袋和行李,只有幾塊錢,根本不夠補票的。他帶著哭腔對列車長說:"我的腳掌被機器軋掉一半之後,就再也打不了工了,沒有錢,連老家也回不去了, 這張半價票還是老鄉們湊錢給我買的呢。求您高抬貴手,放過我吧!"

列車長堅決地說: "那不行。"

那個女列車員趁機對列車長說:"讓他去車頭鏟煤吧,算做義務勞動。列車長想了想說: "好! "




" 我當然是男人。"




老者搖了搖頭說:"我和你們一樣,只認證不認人,有男人證就是男人,沒男人證就不是男人。 "


那個女列車員站出來替列車長解圍,她對老者說:"我不是男人,你有什麼話跟我說好了。 "


列車員一下暴跳如雷,尖聲叫道:"你嘴巴乾淨點!你說我不是人是什麼 ?"

老者一臉平靜狡黠地笑了笑,說:"你是人?那好,把你的人證拿出來…… "


只有一個人沒笑,他是那個只有半個腳掌的中年人,他定定地望著眼前的這一切, 不知何時,

得饒人處且饒人,事實證明-墨守成規未必是可行的,畢竟『法律不外乎人情!』 對吧!與您分享..........

A Cheerful Heart is Good Medicine

一張半價火車票-- 笑看『人情淡薄』