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Gosh.. i  am sick.. woke up on sat feeling fatigue and floaty..

went for HELP symposium, really good.. Good Job to surf as MC, Bk for sharing, Tecky, Bingrong and  Janice for the skit..impressed by our performance.. The symposium was more of net working then sharing of views i guess..

well i left the symposium rite after my skit.. feeling super unwell.. cab all the way to plaza, to see a doc..

All i can say is NEVER VISIT THE DOCTOR FROM BUKIT PANJANG PLAZA AGAIN..

he fail to prescribe medicine for me.. was running a fever and food poisoning, however all he prescribe was medicine for food poisoning.. shit.. grr.. lucky i ahd panadol at home, 2 panadol extra, did brought the fever down, but still having bad Diarrhoea.. wat eva goes in comes out..

\hmm been thinking am i fit to go for camp.. scare i go the cannot make it, got to come home again..sigh..

anyway got to go.. i need my rest

• SX is back from SG flyer.. a ride of her life time..

Well a summary of why am i dere

• was volunteering to bring kids from rotary fsc to SG flyer
• Wanted to try out the new but expensive ride
• want to try out the world’s biggest ferris wheel

Description of exp.

• fun
• scary
• phobia of heights(eww)
• annoying (kids yelling, crying.. etc..)
• Really amazed.
• Happi
• tired
• excited
• heart plumping
• joy

Guess the experience of SG flyer is totally ruin by kids.. hmm, realise SG flyer ride, not really suitable for kids.. they dun really know how to appreciate such rides.. some were having motion sickness, other phobia of height, some were just plain irritating, esp, the yelling ones.. feel like murdering them..

but i realise something was.. that is I HAVE OVERCOME MY PHOBIA OF HEIGHTS(at least 95%).. was totally enjoying the ride, till the capsule hit the top of the wheel, when i panick.. haha.. but overall ride was pleasant.. we were serve food and drinks.. so not too bad..

another thing is, guess the centre got totally ripped off.. each ppl who went for today SG flyer ride was being fully sponsor $200, all in the name of charity, complementary of Rotary Club of Jurong Town, Rich folks…haha

ok here are pic..yeah

ok. i can’t upload.. try later..

Ok.. i am flying to aus.. i can’t wait.. yes.. Sydney, been psycho-ing myself saying that i deserve this hols.. wahaha…funny though… but something is wrong of this hols. is it fall in first week of sch reopening.. something that dun really fit.. sigh..

Saw this off an interesting email, forward to me,by yuan jie…

> > The happiest people in the world are not those who have no problems,but those who learn to live with things that are less than perfect.’
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> > * A group of graduates, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor.
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> > * Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.
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> > * Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups – porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite – telling them to help themselves to the coffee.
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> > * When all the students had a cup of coffee, the professor said: ‘If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the simple and cheap ones.
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> > * While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.
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> > * Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee.
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> > * In most cases, it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink.
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> > * What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you
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> > consciously went for the best cups… Then you began eyeing each other’s cups.
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> > * Now consider this:
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> > – Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups.
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> > – They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of Life we
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> > live.
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> > – Sometimes, by concentrating on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee
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> > God has provided us. Enjoy your coffee!.’
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> > * The happiest people don’t have the best of everything..
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> > * They just make the best of everything.’
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> > 1. Live simply.
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> > 2. Love generously.
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> > 3. Care deeply.
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> > 4. Speak kindly.
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> > 5. Leave the rest to God.
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> > You are the miracle, my friend;
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> > Your life either shines a light OR casts a shadow!
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> > Shine a light & Enjoy the Coffee!!!
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> > ‘Live every day with enjoyment….. we don’t know what tomorrow will give’.

yups.. we always wanted wat we are not given, forgetting our true purpose.. hence impt for us to know it is the coffee that matter not the cups..

现在是午夜1259， 父亲的生日。在此献上 朱自清的散文， ［背影] 做为一份感谢父亲的小礼物

作者：朱自清

我与父亲不相见已二年余了，我最不能忘记的是他的背影。那年冬天，祖母死了，父亲的差使也交卸了，正是祸不单行的日子，我从北京到徐州，打算跟着父亲奔丧回家。到徐州见着父亲，看见满院狼藉的东西，又想起祖母，不禁簌簌地流下眼泪。父亲说，“事已如此，不必难过，好在天无绝人之路！”回家变卖典质，父亲还了亏空；又借钱办了丧事。这些日子，家中光景很是惨淡，一半为了丧事，一半为了父亲赋闲。丧事完毕，父亲要到南京谋事，我也要回北京念书，我们便同行。到南京时，有朋友约去游逛，勾留了一日；第二日上午便须渡江到浦口，下午上车北去。父亲因为事忙，本已说定不送我，叫旅馆里一个熟识的茶房陪我同去。他再三嘱咐茶房，甚是仔细。但他终于不放心，怕茶房不妥帖；颇踌躇了一会。其实我那年已二十岁，北京已来往过两三次，是没有甚么要紧的了。他踌躇了一会，终于决定还是自己送我去。我两三回劝他不必去；他只说，“不要紧，他们去不好！”我们过了江，进了车站。我买票，他忙着照看行李。行李太多了，得向脚夫行些小费，才可过去。他便又忙着和他们讲价钱。我那时真是聪明过分，总觉他说话不大漂亮，非自己插嘴不可。但他终于讲定了价钱；就送我上车。他给我拣定了靠车门的一张椅子；我将他给我做的紫毛大衣铺好坐位。他嘱我路上小心，夜里警醒些，不要受凉。又嘱托茶房好好照应我。我心里暗笑他的迂；他们只认得钱，托他们直是白托！而且我这样大年纪的人，难道还不能料理自己么？唉，我现在想想，那时真是太聪明了！我说道，“爸爸，你走吧。”他望车外看了看，说，“我买几个橘子去。你就在此地，不要走动。”我看那边月台的栅栏外有几个卖东西的等着顾客。走到那边月台，须穿过铁道，须跳下去又爬上去。父亲是一个胖子，走过去自然要费事些。我本来要去的，他不肯，只好让他去。我看见他戴着黑布小帽，穿着黑布大马褂，深青布棉袍，蹒跚地走到铁道边，慢慢探身下去，尚不大难。可是他穿过铁道，要爬上那边月台，就不容易了。他用两手攀着上面，两脚再向上缩；他肥胖的身子向左微倾，显出努力的样子。这时我看见他的背影，我的泪很快地流下来了。我赶紧拭干了泪，怕他看见，也怕别人看见。我再向外看时，他已抱了朱红的橘子望回走了。过铁道时，他先将橘子散放在地上，自己慢慢爬下，再抱起橘子走。到这边时，我赶紧去搀他。他和我走到车上，将橘子一股脑儿放在我的皮大衣上。于是扑扑衣上的泥土，心里很轻松似的，过一会说，“我走了；到那边来信！”我望着他走出去。他走了几步，回过头看见我，说，“进去吧，里边没人。”等他的背影混入来来往往的人里，再找不着了，我便进来坐下，我的眼泪又来了。近几年来，父亲和我都是东奔西走，家中光景是一日不如一日。他少年出外谋生，独力支持，做了许多大事。那知老境却如此颓唐！他触目伤怀，自然情不能自已。情郁于中，自然要发之于外；家庭琐屑便往往触他之怒。他待我渐渐不同往日。但最近两年的不见，他终于忘却我的不好，只是惦记着我，惦记着我的儿子。我北来后，他写了一信给我，信中说道，“我身体平安，惟膀子疼痛利害，举箸提笔，诸多不便，大约大去之期不远矣。”我读到此处，在晶莹的泪光中，又看见那肥胖的，青布棉袍，黑布马褂的背影。唉！我不知何时再能与他相见！１９２５年１０月在北京。

在看过这则散文后， 心中有种莫名奇妙的感叹，父亲常埋头苦干却从未要求认何回报。 很多时候我们做为孩子也会忽视了父亲的贡献。 可能是因为父亲的辛苦是不在我们的视线范内， 所以也就被淡忘了，因此我要在这里现上一句：“父亲， 谢谢您为我所做的一切， 虽然很多事无法认同， 可是还是得谢谢您所为这个家付出的全部。

女儿,淑贤启

The weather of today matches my feeling..

The clock is ticking, time furiously slashing..

I wonder what lies ahead as i moved on, on my Journey..

Often i take a peek back, and smile to myself thinking “good job” for those roads i have covered

Knowing this is a one man game, but i knelt down and pray

Hoping god will grant another player into this long and tiring game…

What lies ahead is misted, and i dare not take a step forward

The door is once again locked, now with the keys lost.

I who brave the storms stood on square 1 thinking where is my cloud 9..

Irony though.. to dream without working, is failing due to no planing..

And for that i believe that is me, a DREAMER IN MAKING