Wednesday, November 30, 2005

wow wolv. back from a children's camp in church. its called the Vocational Bible Camp. sorta like forced to go since i am the vice-chairman.. haha.. but its nth gr8 realli.. since the chairman gao dim everything..

the children are realli cute man.. my group got the children name hor quite ez to mixed up de.. like... trinity.. trilia.. trina.. queena.. ahah still got the rest la like joan and yi xin both like look the same.. both got puffed cheeks.. so cute! and than got kah lok! which is jia le is dialect.. which is my name!!! no wonder he so cute.. ahha.. and than got gabriel and guang xin too.. and Valerie!!!! wah.. valerie is just so cute.. the first day i walk in and i see her kept on smiling.. so smile so nice and sweet and pure.. and second day she was earli too and ran into my arms.. wah!! hope i haf a daughter like her next time too! and shes realli close to her brudda timothy. super close.. realli envy them. there is also this gal.. shayna from the other K1 group. shes realli like a darling.. i use the werd "like" haha.. cos she will run to me and make me carry her.. but she oso rubbed the oily plastic bag over my hair and she licks her fingers all the time and rubb it over everyone.. like me.. innocent victim sia.. sumore told me to cradle her to sleep during nap time.. argh

one thing i learn from children. they realli are very pure.. and they are very forgiving.. ready to apologise.. there was this time sheyna made trinity cry and i told her to say sorry.. and sheyna said it immediately without much hesitation and without an ounce of rebellion.. wow.. i cant do it if i were her. i think my pride quite big de.. haha.. now theres one thing we can realli learn from children rite? yeah i think so.. that should be it bah.

zao lo

Saturday, November 26, 2005

hey wolv.. here am i again.. sorry afte so long..

monday was realli a shagged day. had to rush from daniel's hosue to my house before passing up the survey forms than going to orchard to pass py the book. but on the way i dropped the nut from my camera stand. into a longkang. so i had to got to cityhall to get a replacement but they dun haf it so i walked to bugis to get it and still dint find it. went to class chalet in a bad mood. totalli dint feelike going to the sfc leader's retreat. so i told God :

"hey God if u make it rain while i am at chalet.. that means i cant go for the leader's retreat la! ok set so if rain than i dun go hor"

lo and behold when i reached pasir ris the sku was like uber dark.. so rubbing my hands in glee i went to chalet.. but come 1730 still no rain.. so i had to go for the sfc leader's retreat. good thing i went.. that night mark was like doing the sesion abt speaking into each other's life. so each of us had to go in the centre to be prayed for.. realli regretted not going up on my own accord but onli after being called by mark. but God realli spoke to me that day.. cos i prayed that God tell me onli one werd.. and that werd turned out to be "joy". handsome ong shared first of God's impression of this werd in his heart.. and turned out.. 3~4 others affirmed that they felt God tuggin at their heart abt this same werd too.. and God i think was saying that.. i haf lost the joy in serving Him.. and indeed i have. thats y i dint prayed much for others during the camp except the last day. when i spoke and handsome wan affirmed wad i spoke. and that was realli encouraging...

this camp i experience wad i tot i would never experience.. of frenships that i tot i would never experience in my short two years in jc.. thank God for all those that were present at teh camp and those who had tried to stay for at least a day or two.. from the guys.. tim wan.. joel ong.. chao yuan... aloy.. jeremy.. derek.. mr lim.. mark.. mrs wong.. ms koh. bong.. jayce.. anna.. prissy.. jancie.. nicola my cell leader.. val.. sophia the pest... mebbe we aint close as in we dunno each other well.. but we noe we can trust each others to haf a burden in our lives.. to pray for us. realli love this bunch of frens. to think i tot sfc was realli just a waste time cca that had little or no commitment! no! revival is ard the corner. lets believe it!

thank God for people like them!

zao lo

Saturday, November 19, 2005

Dragostea Din Tei
by O-Zone
album: Disco-Zone (2004)
Ma-ia-huu
Ma-ia-hii
Ma-ia-hoo
Ma-ia-ha ha
(x4)

Alo, salut, sunt eu, un haiduc,
Si te rog, iubirea mea, primeste fericirea.
Alo, alo, sunt eu Picasso,
Ti-am dat beep, si sunt voinic,
Dar sa stii nu-ti cer nimic.

(Refren)
Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei,
Nu ma, nu ma iei,
Nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei.
Chipul tau si dragostea din tei,
Mi-amintesc de ochii tai.
(x2)

Te sun, sa-ti spun, ce simt acum,
Alo, iubirea mea, sunt eu, fericirea.
Alo, alo, sunt iarasi eu, Picasso,
Ti-am dat beep, si sunt voinic,
Dar sa stii nu-ti cer nimic.


ok now for the ingrish version.

Dragostea Din Tei (English Version)
by O-Zone
album: Disco-Zone (2004)
Ma-Ya-Hi
Ma-Ya-Hu
Ma-Ya-Ho
Ma-Ya-Ha Ha
Ma-Ya-Hi
Ma-Ya-Hu
Ma-Ya-Ho
Ma-Ya-Ha Ha

Hello, Salute, it’s me your Duke
And I made something that’s real
To show you how I feel

Hello, Hello, it’s me Picasso
I will paint my words of love
With your name on every wall

When you leave my colors fade to gray
I need a love to stay or
All my colors fade away
Every word of love I used to say
Now I paint it everyday

I sold my strings, my songs, and dreams
And I bought some paints to match the colors of my love
Hello, Hello, it’s me ,Picasso
I will spray my words of my love
With your name on every wall

When you leave my colors fade to gray
Little lover stay
All my colors fade away
Every word of love I used to say
Now I paint it everyday

Ma-Ya-Hi
Ma-Ya-Hu
Ma-Ya-Ho
Ma-Ya-Ha Ha
Ma-Ya-Hi
Ma-Ya-Hu
Ma-Ya-Ho
Ma-Ya-Ha Ha

Ma-Ya-Hi
Ma-Ya-Hu
Ma-Ya-Ho
Ma-Ya-Ha Ha
Ma-Ya-Hi
Ma-Ya-Hu
Ma-Ya-Ho
Ma-Ya-Ha Ha

When you leave my colors fade to gray
Little lover stay
All my colors fade away
Every word of love I used to say
Now I paint it everyday


oh thats all i can get.. couldnt get the chinese version just yet.. ahah... i think i should memorise this song.. and irritate those peoples taht deserve to be irritated.

today had prayer meeting.. super dint felt like going cos played bible trivia until super late with handsome wan and handsome ong. but it was rewarding.. many things strike a chord within me.. no wonder God wanted me to like read Numbers and leviticus and exodus.. even thought the story realli boring liao.. but than today mark shared abt making sacrifices to follow God.. and i remember the Levites stood by moses and they took the knife to kill those who offered themselves to idolitary.. 3000 in all.. and Moses blessed them. and chaos was like sharing from 2nd kings i think.. abt the story where there is this mother.. her husband died.. the deptors came and wanted to take away her 2 sons.. so she pleaded with elijah i think and elijah told her to go and borrow all the empty vase ans such and being to poor oil till there were not a single vase and basin or wadever left empty. so chaos was like saying.. for the retreat.. God will pour out his blessings till all empty vessels are filled.. thank God.

went to tok to christopher the principal cos he wanted to do some reserch on post modern day teen.. wonder why me? i oso dunno since i thinki got a wierd mindset.. but nvm.. ahha..

went to class BBQ.. and i did the BBQ taupok and they loved it.. and i did the cheese version with the chcken sauce too and oso the plain chicken sauce taupok and oos the sausage-in-the-middle taupok and the sasage and marshmallow taupok.. haha.. very shiok. everyone said very shiok.at least my ex classmates din ridicule me like when tim laughed at me back at the exco meeting.. ahah.. bad tim!haha.. just joking.. but overall.. i realli missed my class.. excpt for the vulgarities part.. and one of them said that all guys surf porn.. I BEG TO DIFFER SIA! haha. wad a generalisation. the vodka part was crap.. played cards. who got the biggest number out of 2 cards hafta drink.. I DRANK 2 TIMES IN A ROW LA! somemore is pure 40% vodka and its one cap full. my whole peson super hot sia after drinking that! hmm let me see who went anyway... me james peyyann jon iz shbird willy law hr silliang sillijun boon and weijie.

zao lo. had fun.

Friday, November 18, 2005

yuck! i reek of steamboat. and many dint come.. but look on the good side.. lets see who came.. good thing the handsomes came.. joel.. tim.. chaos.. and than there is aloy and jeremy and jayce and anna and bong and pris and joy and janice and last but not the least.. CHEAK!haha.. had a great time. esp the part where me and the handsomes excluding chaos but with aloy we palyed the shooting game.. super ex! but very fun sia! got this part joel was the last man standing.. than got one fone call came and he was like standing there shouting into the fone "eh i call u later!" than cont play... haha.. reminds me or derek when he answer his fone he will go like "hi this is derek may i help u?". heh..

oh yeah.. bought my camcorder liao.. is the panasonic GS 75. cost me 925 bucks which i think is very ex but wad to do? its the cheapest 3CCD camcorder i noe after scouting the whole afternoon. and its pretty worth it cos the next lowest price for a 3CCD cam is like $1600. i save like more than 600 bucks.. but i had to buy stand and a card. so total its like 1125 bucks.. wah! the salesman i think hes quite good.. the boss must have liked him quite alot.. cos he super effective! after i bought my cam.. he went on to introduce other appliances and ask if i wanna buy.. haha.. respect.

have not been doing werk this week cos i felt very lazy. sianz. and i am gettn fatter. must be the steamboat jsut now. the meat was practicaaly swimming in oil siaz.. deep fried. haiz.. still like the moments when just guys alone on the table than we tell jokes.. ahha..

zao lo

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

oh its been a week since i last saw u wolv! haha imma jus here to tell u some snipplets of my life..

werking was realli tough.. esp in the rain.. walked like 4 or 5 straight hours just to get the forms filled.. thank goodness got all of them filled.. so far i think i should haf done 48 but dunno after quality control left how much.. haha..

yesterday too i did 10 thats y 48..

realli tired.. physicalli and spiritualli.. haven been doing quiet time too.. sad siaz... but i realli thanks God for the bible study today.. been realli good time for me.. ahha.. alot of refreshness in fellowships..

and.. i tink i got the camcorder i want.. pretty steep.. abt 925 but i think i will buy some other stuff along too so should be near 1k.. hmm considering is a 3CCD cam though i should think its quite worth while.. just like mr tan said..

watched a realli nice show today.. realli realli liked it.. "Sound Of Music".. gah! reali nice siaz! mooosikalz! i realli love them.. and the actors.. they realli acted so darn well gaaahh!! good thing i bought this cd and i can watch it over and over agin! haha..

now off to do my I & R.. haha

zao lo

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

now.. i realli hate werking.. no wonder my parents keep telling me that its better to study. how true. i shall start studying. haiz.. but to tell the truth.. there is one place where i wanna werk in. and thats in tung ling child care centre.. the one set up by my church. i dun mind werking for no money cos i realli wanna learn ohow to gao dim kids like clara ying.. shes realli good at handling kids no wonder she could help in the primary 6 second session even though she is just a sec 2.

werking for money is realli diff from werking for God. i had to walk like 4 straight hours today jsut to get 8 forms filled. those terrible chinese.. i think one day i will turn into a racist(hope not).. cos i realli startin to dislike those young highly educated chinese as well as those old grumpy chinese.. but well in my job u realli get to see the world. i dunno wad education has realli done to us but those educated chinese realli daoed me. totalli. those grumpy old uncles and aunties too.. when i said "government survey".. they went from grumpy to.. well.. even more grumpy.. thats the onli way i can describe.. if they were to grumble abt the gov i got nth to say .. but the thing is that i haf to hear their grumbling on behalf of the Goverment feedback unit but in the end they dint do a survey.

of course there were exceptions.. i like old kindly chinese aunties. they are realli nice.. often greeting me with a smile that will light up the few minutes i had with them.. the last one i went to even offered me a drink(thank goodness it was not coke) even though i tried to act as if i wanted to go without taking the drink(eh i was realli very thristy sia!) and for this aunty i realli thank God cos i planned to spend one buck after today's trip to reward myself.. even that one buck i could save! haha! oh yeah malays and indians are nice too.. some wanted to help but than they were either underaged or they haf guests in their houses. i am starting to think.. mebbe muslims values are not bad afterall..

now talking abt laws.. suddenli a tot which came into my mind eons ago started to appear again. i realised that laws are there to help us to enjoy with all we haf instead of stopping us from having fun. God said dun haf sexual relations with another from your same family.. according to research.. the humans genes is not very pure now as compared to abel and cain's times.. so the child of an incest relationship will more or less be deformed. unlike last time when it was purer and cain could haf married his sister or neice. abt abstaining from sex outside marriage.. its to prevent us from aids or other stds.. abt not eating pork and other "unedible" animals.. well pigs are omnivorous and they eat rubbish too so its not clean.. so God say dun eat is to make us healthier.. abt not drinking blood.. blood is actualli qutie dirty with quite some toxins present.. so no wonder God does not let us drink blood. than now abt sabbath.. God does not haf to rest be He set an example that we might follow.. and He said sabbath cannot werk.. but than think again.. God made sabbath for men.. not men for sabbath.. so the morale behind the sabbath is to haf sufficient rest... no wonder God said that follow His ways and we shall prosper...

hmm i think got qutie some people should be joining sfc.. hope more joins.. the harvest is ready but werkers are few! haha

zao lo

Friday, November 04, 2005

bungalow was super big seh! to think PA got such a nice bungalow.. if onli my uncle was with us.. but nvm.. very comfortable. and rarely do i get 24 hours aircon a day ever since the day i left chinese high.. haha..

went abt doing my first job.. and i am realli qutie disappointed..

now i understand wad the bible say and sorta like understand y Jesus said He will not be accepted by his own people! wah biang.. most of the chinese i surveyed are realli rude man.. and to make matters even worse the first family i went to in my whole life for a survey... THEY REJECTED ME!! wuahahhaha! sadsia.. some more insde got write Jesus is the Lord of this house and oso got the "our Father in heaven......

now the indian and malays they are so much nicer.. they GLADLY did it even though it was realli irritating of me to spoil their tv show and even though that day was HARU RAYA.. so u chinese out there better start to WAKE UP YOUR IDEAS SIA! haha.. dun make a poor student like me spend all my life knocking at your door.. but than again.. there were nice chinese too.. likee the catholic house i visited today and the old folks... thx sia... hmm now i haf nth better to say liao.. ahah.. my anger haf been vented.. heh..

today still not bad.. the chinese and malays all very coopeartive.. and oso.. the person at the ML consulting(the company i now werk for) very nice sehz.. very encouragin.. everything say good good good de.. ahha... thx God for people like her.. heh..

hey people.. here's my new fav song! not cos of the melody but the lyrics.. very meaningful.. most of the times realli reflects me.. ahha..

Here I Go Again
by Casting Crowns
album: Casting Crowns (2003)

Father, hear my prayer
I need the perfect words
Words that he will hear
And know they're straight from You
I don't know what to say
I only know it hurts
To see my only friend slowly fade away

So maybe this time I'll speak the words of life
With Your fire in my eyes
But that old familiar fear is tearing at my words
What am I so afraid of?

'Cause here I go again
Talkin' bout the rain
And mulling over things that won't live past today
And as I dance around the truth
Time is not his friend
This might be my last chance to tell him that
You love him
But here I go again,
Here I go again

Lord, You love him so, You gave Your only Son
If he will just believe; he will never die
But how then will he know what he has never heard
Lord he has never seen mirrored in my life

So maybe this time I'll speak the words of life
With Your fire in my eyes
But that old familiar fear is tearing at my words
What am I so afraid of?

'Cause here I go again
Talkin' bout the rain
And mulling over things that won't live past today
And as I dance around the truth
Time is not his friend
This might be my last chance to tell him that
You love him
But here I go again,
Here I go... here I go...

This might be my last chance to tell him that You love him
This might be my last chance to tell him that You love him
You love him, You love him
What Am I so afraid
What am I so afraid
What am I so afraid of?
How then will he know
What he has never heard

zaolo

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

eventful yesterday.. went out with mom after like dunno how many years.. ate lunch at bedok all paid by my wonderful mom before going marketing! haah fun.

op-ed today.. sucked.. onli i sucked i guess.. hah.. cos i sorta like noe nuts compared to those that piaed the WR..

and..

i got my first job as a surveyor.. haha.. ten bucks a survey. so dun be too surprised that a handsome dude knock at your door to do survey and u find him familiar! haha ok just jk.. haiz.. all the best to me.. heh..

off to ice-cream buffet and chalet! haha

zao lo..

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

ok i am writing this entry after a certain tot starts to dawn on me: my SFC seniors are leaving!!!!!!! argh!!!

i will miss:

jonathan(ex-pres): your ipod! with all the nice christian songs.. your sacarsm.. and your fat wallet that u use to treat free-loaders like me!

mingyang: all your wierd theologies and your profound bible knowledge and your kind nature

gideon: your calmness and cool as well as your leadership in your cell.. your wonderful train of tots.. your crap

sue-ann: your i-know-wad-to-do nature as well as your crapiness in gideon cell

joelj2: your presence in COR! and your never-get-angry nature

andrew farm: your "there is no use argueing over this matter.."

liz: will miss a elder sister like u that had so helped me in my initial cell

benchan: your guitar skills haben pass on to me! haha

tim2: for making me feel tall.. haha.. and your cheerful face.. haah

joni: for making me feel tall too.. and for the suanning everything i see u.. i will miss em.. hha

the rest of my sfc seniorseg. tedric xiaoyun andrew jon(not-pres) and the list goes on.... : though not closely bonded in spirit.. but the bond is strong.. not close but strong.. erm.. hard to explain.. haha.. but hope u understand..

and last and definately not hte least.. but in fact is my most respected snr:

bensim: wah imma realli gonna miss your presence ard me.. jc is short but even shorter is the christian fellowship and bruddahood.. thank God for not brining me to hci but being your junior realli benefit me alot.. esp in anger manaagement and way i should treat one another.. werds cannot describe how much sadness i feel that an onee-chan such as u will be leaving me soon.. or in actual fact.. haf already left sajc officialli.. i oso gonna miss complaining to u abt miss pest! haha..

so my dear seniors.. i pray and wish u all enough. may u all be as fruitful as God wants u to be.. haha..


Proverbs 30

8 Keep falsehood and lies far from me;
give me neither poverty nor riches,
but give me only my daily bread.

9 Otherwise, I may have too much and disown you
and say, 'Who is the LORD ?'
Or I may become poor and steal,
and so dishonor the name of my God.


Philippians 4

6Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

zao lo
sad story. even i almost cried.. hmm


This is a wonderful and touching story of a Shanghai couple. It can happen
to any of us. Moral of the story...let's not be blinded by that moment of
anger...there is no shame to seek forgiveness and to give forgiveness. Its
worth your time to read the story till the end. Enjoy.
>
>This is a true story, taken from "Family" (dictated by LD,edited by LSX,
translated by SaFe).
>
>Cruel misunderstandings one after another disrupted the blissful footsteps
to our family. Our original intention of having Mother enjoy some quiet and
peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went terribly wrong as
destiny's secret is finally revealed at a price, every thing became too
late.
>Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking
Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with
us. Hubby's father passed away while he was still very young.
>
>Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for
him, see him through to a university degree. You could say that she
suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to
bring hubby to where he is today.
>
>I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a
balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant some
greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me up
and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down,he
said: "Lets go fetch mother." Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to
rest on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any
moment put the tiny me into his pockets. Whenever we have an argument and
both refuses to back down, he would pick me up and spin me over his head
continuously until I surrender and beg for mercy. I became addicted to this
kind of panic-joy feeling.
>Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her. For
example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room, she
could not stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you young people
spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also can't eat the
flowers!" I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will
also become better." Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby smiled:
"Mum, this is a city-people's habit; slowly you will get use to it."
>
>Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter, whenever I came
home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I told her and she
would shake her head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home
with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item how much they
cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more upset about it.
Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: "You little fool, just don't tell
her the full price of everything would solve it." There begins the friction
to our otherwise happy lifestyle.
>Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast.
In your view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife? At the
breakfast table, mother's facial expression is always like the dark clouds
before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would use her
chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest. As I am a
dance teacher in the Children's Palace and am exhausted from a long day of
dancing around, I did not wish to give up the luxury of that additional few
minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear to all the
protest mother made.
>
>From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon her
help created additional work for me. For example: she would keep all kinds
of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sells them later on, and that
resulted in our house being filled with all the trash bags; she would
scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as
not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them again.
>One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and
"Bam" she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room.
>
>Hubby was placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not speak
to me for that entire night. I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting
cute, but he totally ignored me. I got mad and asked him: "What did I do
wrong?" Hubby stared at me and said: "Can't you just give in to her once?
We couldn't possibly die from eating from a bowl however unclean it is,
right?" After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not
speak to me and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling hanging
in the house. During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma
as to who to please. In order to stop her son from having to prepare
breakfast, mother took on the "all important" task of preparing breakfast
without any prompting. At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby
happily eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for
having failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing
breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to
work.
>That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD,is it
because you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you chose not
to eat at home?" He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears
as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby sighed:
"LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?" I am left with no choice
but to return to the breakfast table.
>
>The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a
sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my
throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I couldn't. I threw
down the bowl and rushed into the washroom and vomited everything out. Just
as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly
in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me
with fire burning in his eyes. I opened my mouth but no words came out of
it, I really didn't mean it. We had our very first big fight that day;
mother took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way out of the
house. Hubby gave me a final stare in the eye and followed mother down the
stairs.
>For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was so
furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up
with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having the
feeling to throw up and I simply have not appetite for food, coupled with
all the events happening at home, I was at the low point in my life.
Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible, you should go and see a
doctor."
>
>The doctor confirmed that I was pregnant. Now it became clear to me why I
threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness floated through that
otherwise happy news. Why didn't hubby and mother who had been through this
before, thought of the possibility of this being the reason that day? At
the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had only been
three days, but he looked haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave, but one
look at him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and called out to him.
He followed my voice and finally found me but he pretended that he didn't
know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through my
heart.
>I told myself not to look at him anymore, and hailed a cab. At that
moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling,
I am having your baby!" and have him lift me up and spin me round in
circles of joy. What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my
tears started rolling down. Why? Why our love couldn't even withstand the
test of one fight? Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and
the disgusted look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket.
>That night, sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the
lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was removing
the money. I stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit
book and some money and left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me
for good. What a rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I
gave a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down again.
>The next day, I did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have a
good talk with hubby. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a
weird look and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is now in
the hospital." I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the
time I found hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look at
me, his face was expressionless.
>
>I looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I couldn't control the
tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen? Throughout the funeral,
hubby did not say a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted
stare at me. I only managed to find out brief facts about the accident from
other people. That day, after mother left the house, she walked in dazed
toward the bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old house back
in the countryside. As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as
she tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit her...
>I finally understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up
that morning, if we had not quarreled, if... In his heart, I am indirectly
the killer of his mother.
>
>Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong
liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self pity and
could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are
going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his
eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in. I
had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding
though none of these events happening had been my fault at all.
>Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby
came home later and later. The deadlock between us continues, we were
living together like strangers who did not know each other. I am like the
dead knot in his heart.
>
>One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the glass window,
I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very lightly
brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant. After recovering from
that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of my hubby
and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say to
him, and there is no need to say anything.
>The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby
stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me, challenging
me. I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the
brink of death. I eventually backed down, if I had stood that any longer, I
will collapse together with the baby inside me.
>That night, he did not come home, he had chosen to use that as a way to
indicate to me: Following mother's death so did our love for each other. He
did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home from
work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he had returned to
take some of his stuff.
>I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to explain everything to
him vanished. I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart
breaks again and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife
through the physical examination. My office colleagues hinted to me to
consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not. I insisted on
having this baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing her
death.
>One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The whole
house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was this
piece of paper. I know what it is all about without even looking at it.
>In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find
peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You wait a
while, I will sign." He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes,just like
mine. As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself "You cannot cry,
you cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come
out from there.
>After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy. I
smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pull the paper towards me.
Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed the
paper to him.
>"LD, you are pregnant?"
>Since mother's accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could
not control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I said:
"Yes, but its ok, you can leave now." He did not go, in the dark, we sat,
facing each other.
>Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart,
everything seems so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never
reach them.
>I cannot remember how many times he repeated "sorry" to me, I had
originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can't. In the
western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I
will never forget, ever. We have drawn such deep scars in each other's
heart. For me, its unintentional; for him, totally intentional.
>I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized now,
what had gone past is gone forever and could not repeated. Other than the
thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth to my heart, I
am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me, I
don't take any presents from him and I stopped talking to him. From the
moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had vanished from
my heart.
>Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom, but when he walks in,
I will walk out to the living room. He had no choice but to sleep in
mother's room. At night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of
groaning, I kept quiet. This used to be his trick; last time, whenever I
ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and find out what is
wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh. He has forgotten that last
time; I cared for him and am concerned because there is love, but now, what
is there between us?
>Hubby's groaning came on and off continuing all the way till baby was
born. Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant
products, children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags
of it stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying to use
this to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions.
>He has no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his typing
away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing, but
none of that matters to me anymore.
>It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year, one late
night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing into
the room, its like he did not change and sleep, and had been waiting for
this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a car, holding
my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brown, throughout the
journey to the hospital. Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and
hurried into the delivery suite.
>Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my
mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did? He held the
delivery suite door opened and watch me go in, his warm eyes caused me to
managed a smile at him despite my contraction pain.
>Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son, and me, his eyes
tear with joy and he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his hand.
>Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I
cried out for him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes
of his... I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the
truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at that
moment.
>Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it was
already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last this
long. I asked the doctor when did he first discover he had cancer? Doctor
said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying: "Prepare for his funeral."
I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I went into his room
and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hits me.
>Hubby's cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I
had thought that... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote
for our son: "Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a
look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now... I know that in your
life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can
accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it be.
>But daddy now no longer have that chance. Daddy has written inside here
all the possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during your
lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's
suggestion... Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I
have accompanied you through your life journey. To be honest, daddy is very
happy. Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you
most and also the one who loves me most..."
>From play school to primary school, to secondary, university, to work and
even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was
written there.
>Hubby had also written a letter for me: "My dear, to marry you is my
biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me
for not telling you my illness, because I want to see you be in a joyful
mood waiting for the arrival of our baby... My dear, if you cried, it means
that you have forgiven me and I would smile, thank you for loving me...
These presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to our son personally, could
you help me to give some of them to him every year, the dates on what to
give when are all written on the packaging..."
>Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son over
and place him beside him. I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I want our son
to remember being in the warmth of your arms..." He struggled to open his
eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in his arms was happily waving
his tiny hands in the air. I press the button on the camera and the sound
of the shutter rang through the air as tears slowly rolled down my face...
>The end...
-This story was written by a doctor who worked in South Africa...



One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labour ward; but in
spite of all we could do, she died leaving us with a tiny premature baby
and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the
baby alive, as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an
incubator). We also had no special feeding facilities. Although we lived
on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts.



One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton
wool that the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire
and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me
that in filling the bottle, it had burst (rubber perishes easily in
tropical climates). "And it is our last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed.



As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central
Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles.

They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest
pathways. "All right," I said, "put the baby as near the fire as you
safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from
drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm."



The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of
the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters
various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny
baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough,
mentioning the hot water bottle, and that the baby could so easily die if
it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because
her mother had died.



During prayer time, one ten-year old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual
blunt conciseness of our African children. "Please, God" she prayed, "send
us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be
dead, so please send it this afternoon."



While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added by way of
a corollary, "And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly
for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?"



As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly
say,"Amen". I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I
know that He can do everything, the Bible says so. But there are limits,
aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would
be by sending me a parcel from homeland. I had been in Africa for almost
four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home.
Anyway,if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle?
I lived on the equator!



Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses'
training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door.
By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the verandah,
was a large twenty-two pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I
could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children.

Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded
the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting.

Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard
box. >From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes
sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the
leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box
of mixed raisins and sultanas - that would make a batch of buns for the
weekend. Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the.....could it really
be? I grasped it and pulled it out - yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water
bottle. I cried.



I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could.
Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying
out, "If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly too!"

Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small,
beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted!

Looking up at me, she asked: "Can I go over with you, Mummy, and give this
dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?"



That parcel had been on the way for five whole months. Packed up by my
former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's
prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the
girls had put in a dolly for an African child - five months before, in
answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it "that
afternoon."



"Before they call, I will answer" (Isaiah 65:24)



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really IS . . . AN AWESOME GOD!