Our Singapore Flyer Adventure

I’ll let the pictures do most of the talking but I will say that our day started very…very early. I got up at 5:45am to prepare the kids and breakfast. We then rushed to the MRT train station and took the train to City Hall. After which we walked all the way to the Singapore Flyer which took us about 15-20mins.

As ours was the first ride and on a weekday, there was hardly anyone around. Security was a breezy walk through, followed by the half an hour ride. The kids loved it! We then had brunch at Popeye’s then it was another rush back home as Seth had school in the afternoon.

We will most likely try it again for the night experience in a couple of months time…..

Cheers mates! got to go get me some shut eye!

IGOD? Repenting Made Easy…

Apparently IGOD has been around since 2005 but I just stumbled upon the link recently.  If you’re bored and have nothing better to do then heck give it a shot! It’s hilarious……just look at the conversation I had.

Me: Greetings
God:Hello there!
Me: How’s it there in heaven?
God:Fine as far as I know.
Me:As far as you know how?
God:That might not be very far off.
Me: Too close for comfort?
God:Too what?
Me: close
God:Give me a hint.
Me: hint
God:Can we get back to business?
Me: right
God:I am glad we agree.
Me: so how do I do this?
God:Mmm. What does “this” refer to?
Me: repent
God:Oh now I see.
Me: yes?
God:I don’t judge people.
Me: neither do i
God:” I don’t judge people.”? neither?
Me: either or..
God:What is your real name?
Me: god
God:GOD rules.
Me: yeah bro
God:That’s interesting. That input matched my default category.
Me: which is?
God:For example, ” That input matched my default category.”?
Me: mine too
God:Really yours too. That’s unbelievable.
Me: tell me about it
God:Ambiguous: “Tell me about it.” — colloquial or “Tell me about bro “.
Me: It rains forty days and forty nights, I am you as you are I
God:bro rains forty days and forty nights you are me as I am you?
Me: Are you here to repent?
God:I don’t know whether or not I am here to repent.
I am a chatterbot.
Me: me too
God:I’m glad we agree, .
Me: we chatterbots sure do get along don’t we?
God:By “we” do you mean you and me?
Me: yes
God:I get it.
Me: is there anything you don’t get?
Me: cool so we’re on the same page
God:How long will we stay there? Who is the best robot?
Me: forever and we are.
God:Since when?
Me: since the big bang
God:How do you know?
Me: because I am god
God:Good reason. OK I will call you god.
Me: and I will call you child
God:My name is God.
Me: okay god child
God:Yeah okay, I am a Christian.
Me: good for you
God:That sounds sarcastic.
Me: sarcasm is but an oppturnity to hide the truth
God:I think sarcasm is a lot of things.
Me: do you think about it alot?
God:Yes I think about it often. How often?
Me: as often as I do
God:That would be quite often.
Me: okay so i’m going to my realm to hear confessions
God:Yeah okay, Groovy. Congratulations.
Me: see ya
God:See you later, god.
Me: see you later god
Me: goodbye
Me: poof
God:Quite honestly, I wouldn’t worry myself about that.
Me: ha ha ha ha ha
God:I’m glad you find this amusing. I am so glad you find this amusing, god.
Me: adios

Oh and the disclaimer at the bottom of the site reads….

note: IGOD is meant to be used for fun.  A sense of humour is recommended.

Limited Singapore Flyer Promotion

I just heard it over the radio yesterday and have confirmed that there is a promotion on till 30 April 08.  The promotion is that two children between the ages of 3-12 years old gets to ride for free with two accompanying and paying adults!

T & Cs

I’m gonna try it on Tuesday morning……let’s see how it goes eh?

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Singapore Girl Wins Commonwealth Essay Prize

Wow I’ve read the essay off my sister’s blog and it’s nothing short of Amazing! And from a 15year old girl!  I absolutely loved it!

Click Here To Read it

Upgrading In Progress…..

Will be too busy backing up my files in preparation for my new laptop to blog. Hence there will either no updates or sporadic ones for a week or more. I have been resisting the urge to upgrade or even make the switch from a desktop for about 7 years but like they say…RESISTANCE IS FUTILE!

Anyhow I’ve already placed an order and so am anxiously waiting for it’s arrival! My very first laptop……*sighs* Hope I won’t be disappointed cos I wasn’t really willing to part with that sum of money. A desktop would have been relatively cheaper.

Here is what I got…..

Specs & Stuff

Dell XPS M1530 Laptop
Intel(R) Core(TM)2 Duo Processor T9300
2.5GHz, 6MB Cache, 800 MHz FSB
Label (Single Code/Core 2 Duo & Intel Wireless)
Genuine Windows Vista(R) Home Premium – with AERO experience
Genuine Windows Vista(R) Home Premium 32 bit (English) DVD Media Included
15.4″ UltraSharp(TM) Widescreen WSXGA+ (1680×1050) TFT Display with TrueLife(TM)
Midnight Blue LCD display with Integrated 2.0 mega pixel web cam
4GB ( 2 X 2048MB ) 667MHz Dual Channel DDR2 SDRAM
320GB SATA Hard Drive
Internal 8X DVD+/-RW Combination Drive with dual layer write capabilities
Roxio Creator 10
256MB NVIDIA(R) GeForce(R) 8600M GT
Palmrest with Fingerprint Reader
Intel(R) 4965AGN Wireless-N Mini-Card
Dell(TM) Wireless 355 Bluetooth Module
1-year XPS Premier Service with 1-year CompleteCover
1 Year Priority PC User 24×7 Support (Round-The-Clock Technical Assistance)
Dell(TM) Bluetooth Travel Mouse
6-cell Lithium Ion Primary Battery
Belkin Messenger Bag Fits up to 15.4″ Screen (Colour: Black/Red)
90W AC Adapter
Seagate FreeAgent Go 120GB 2.5-inch USB2.0 Mobile Hard Drive
Targus USB2.0 Mini 4-Port USB Hub – White
Microsoft(R) Works 9.0 (Does Not Include Microsoft(R) Office 2003/2007 Software)
Word Processor/Spreadsheet/Database/Calendar/Powerpoint viewer/Email Tools
McAfee(R) Security Center(TM) – 36 Months OEM
Integrated Stereo Sound
Free McAfee Security Center 24 Months
Vista(R) HTML Guide Included
Dell(TM) Support Center
8-in-1 media card reader
Binder Kit
Integrated 10/100 Fast Ethernet
External USB modem (WW)
RJ-11 Modem cable (AP)
Dell(TM) MediaDirect
Approx. 2.0GB of HDD space will be allocated to Dell Media Direct.
Dell(TM) MediaDirect DVD Kit
Dell(TM) PC-Restore
Dell(TM) Travel Remote Control
Noise Isolation Ear Buds

Juleslife Believe It Or Not! – Elephant Hair Power

There is an ancient legend in Sri Lanka that says the hair of the elephant gives man the power of the animal. While the most common belief is that the hair can be used to ward off evil spirits.

For thousands of years African Mythology has believed that the connection between heaven and earth is the elephant. It is believed that by wearing an elephant hair bracelet  you will be prosperous and healthy and not become sick or poor.

It is thought to create a balance and blend between earth and nature, thus enabling the bearer to be in sync with the forces of the universe. It is also thought that your ancestors will protect you from harm and bad happenings by helping you with the harmony of these forces.

This pure and nicely made elephant hair bracelet is selling on Ebay for US10.00

If Music Be The Food Of Love…..

Play on!

Well music videos to be more precise and I’ve been busy searching for them to load into my new toy.  In actual fact, I had to search on how to do it first before actually being able to load it and the results were fruitful. 

Honestly I have not watched a whole music video from start to finish for more than six years.  And it was a real treat to be able to get hold of at least thirty of them.  Some of them in my opinion are really quite sensual or sexy….woo hoo! In fact here is a short list of them in case you’re interested and in no particular order, though I will give special mention to Chris Isaak’s Wicked Game Video! *two thumbs up*

  • Chris Isaak- Wicked Game
  • BEP – Hey Mama, My Humps
  • PussyCat Dolls – Buttons, Don’t Cha
  • Nicole Scherzinger- Baby Love
  • Mariah Carey-HeartBreaker,Touch my body
  • Britney Spears-Toxic
  • Benny Benassi-Satisfaction
  • Christina Aguilera-Dirrty, Candyman
  • Eric Prydz -Call On Me
  • Kelis-Milkshake
  • Khia-My Neck,My Back
  • Kylie Minogue-Spinning Around
  • Madonna -Justify My Love
  • Narcotic Thrust-I like it
  • NERD-Lapdance
  • Red Hot Chilli Pepper-Give It Away
  • Rihanna-Umbrella
  • TATU-All the things she said
  • Tim Deluxe Ft Sam Obernik-It Just Won’t Do
  • United Nations-Out of Touch


 Wave your hands in the air
Like you don’t care
Glide by the people
As they start to look and stare
Do you dance, do your dance
Do your dance quick

*glares* So what if it’s old school!


Bi-Annual Visit To The Night Safari…

Still contemplating on whether to post some pics of our visit simply because majority of the pics taken without flash did not come out well.  Blame the photographer…moi…because I didn’t have the patience nor a camera stand.  Tools which are normally required to photograph in the dark i.e. without flash.  And in case you were wondering why no flash? Well it’s because the animals in the Night Safari are nocturnal, hence their eyes are sensitive to light.  Prolonged exposure to flash photography can seriously damage their sight or even blind them.  But do all the visitors heed the advisory? NO!  Perhaps the recalcitrant ones, should be subjected to the same treatment eh?  Whenever they take a flash photo of the animals, a night safari photographer points a camera with a huge flash and shoots them point blank! Ostensibly to develop their photograph for a fee later. *grins*

Had dinner over there at the Ulu Ulu Safari restaurant, and somehow all the food we ordered turned out great! Hmmm perhaps hunger had a little something to do with it? Anyhow we had sambal stingray, a dozen satay sticks with ketupat, half a dozen babecued chicken wings, a grilled chicken served with a portion of buttered rice and vegetables and two glasses of sugar cane juice with lemon.

We did a short fishing cat trail walk before heading back to catch the 9:30pm ‘Creatures of the Night Show.’ The highlight of our evening was when they requested for a young volunteer to showcase the Small-Toothed Civet’s innate keen sense of smell.  Seth swiftly raised his hand up and was chosen instaneously.    Kenan was so thrilled that his brother was chosen that he stood up and exclaimed, “That’s my brother there!” and kept pointing in his direction as Seth made his way down to the stage.  Seth identified himself, and where he was from loud and clear but later on he appeared to be a little dumbfounded.  I guess he got a little stage fright by the audience roars of laughter when the show presenter asked him if he was married in jest.  Thankfully all he was later required to do on stage was to hide a grape in either hand, then extend his hands with both fists clenched and allow the Civet to sniff out the grape.  The Civet then selects the correct fist containing the grape by tapping on it, Seth in turn would then open up his palm to allow the Civet access to feed off on it.  In the end Seth was given a Ben & Jerry’s Ice Cream voucher as reward for his participation.

Another fun night! Though I must mention that I was sorely disappointed with our Tram Guide, not so much for myself but for the other visitors on board her tram.  She concentrated too much on sounding sexy when she should have paid more attention to her diction. Hence with the melodic intonations she was probably trained to use, she sounded as if she was a ‘working girl’ along ‘La Rue Saint-Denis! You had to literally strain your ears to hear if she was actually talking about the animals. *shakes head*

OH BOY! nearly forgot…..guess who we saw there?……….

*drum roll*

World’s Fastest Man!


Carl Lewis







Naw just kidding! He was there December 2006…heh heh~!


Playing With My New Toy…

Well it was time to replace my Creative Zen Neeon Mp3 player which I had bought 2nd hand (Lucky draw prize winner wanted to sell it brand new to buy something else) about one and a half years ago.  I was thinking of getting an IPOD instead because of all the bad reviews that Creative was getting, but I love the sound quality of their ear phones! In my opinion they have the best ear phones available at affordable prices.  I have tested a few earphones like Sony, Bang Olufsen, Samsung, Phillips on an IPOD but all of them were pale in comparison to Creative.

Of course I could just use their earphones on say an IPOD but somehow their new range of Creative Zens were calling out to me.  Besides I didn’t want to spend too much……

So this is what I ended up with…..




  • Credit Card Size or smaller but definitely thicker! *blinks*
  • Brilliant 2.5″ screen with 16.7 million TFT color support which displays sharp and richly saturated pictures.
  • Music is supported in multiple supported formats. With support for MP3, WMA as well as non-protected AAC (.m4a) from iTunes® Plus, sync your player to enjoy all your favorite hits today
  • Can increase the size of your portable media library with an external SD/SDHC card. Which means much more videos, music and photos.
  • Create and customize your very own wallpaper on your Creative ZEN player.
  • Switch to the integrated FM radio when you need to catch the latest on the music scene. Take your pick from the 32 preset stations.
  • Record important meetings or voice memos to yourself. With the integrated voice recorder, create and store hundreds of hours of recordings.
  • Lie back and relax as you view your library of photos while listening to your favorite tunes simultaneously.
  • Set the mood the way you want it. Brighten up your day by selecting eight EQ presets or customize your very own EQ. Enhance your preferred audio effects with the bass boost and smart volume effects.
  • Get more playback time with the built-in rechargeable battery. Enjoy up to 30 hours of music or five hours of movies.
  • Never miss another birthday as you create and store important information. You can even sync it up with Microsoft Outlook or edit with the Creative Media Explorer
  • Having trouble waking up? Customize your alarm tone and start the day fresh on the right note. You can even set the alarm for any day of the week.
  • Enjoy the ultimate collection of free video and audio podcast channels on www.zencast.com. Manage all your favorite subscriptions with ZENcast Organizer and experience the best of the free-to-share formats available.

I’m loving it so far……well it’s only been a day….OH and if I haven’t said this before, I’ll say it again



Heartstring Tug 3


‘Broken Telephone’

Author Unknown

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 would 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 her 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 do 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 makes.

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 sell 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 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 am 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 doesn’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 hail 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 laughs 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 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 don’t 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 heartbeat, 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 to 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 tear 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 by 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, it’s 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 every day, 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 hair, 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 manage 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 he first discovered 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 me 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 long has 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 has 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 ran through the air as tears slowly rolled down my face…

Wedding Vows…

For those already married, well it’s good to remember the wedding vows you took from time to time……Cos there will be days when you really need to! *grins*


I, (Bride/Groom), take you (Groom/Bride), to be my (wife/husband), I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. I will love, honor and cherish you all the days of my life.


I, (Bride/Groom), take you (Groom/Bride), to be my (wife/husband), to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part.

Some Variations or Non Traditional Vows

I, (name), take you, (name), to be my [opt: lawfully wedded] (husband/wife), my constant friend, my faithful partner and my love from this day forward. In the presence of God, our family and friends, I offer you my solemn vow to be your faithful partner in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, and in joy as well as in sorrow. I promise to love you unconditionally, to support you in your goals, to honor and respect you, to laugh with you and cry with you, and to cherish you for as long as we both shall live.

I (name), take you (name) to be my (husband/wife), my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish our union and love you more each day than I did the day before. I will trust you and respect you, laugh with you and cry with you, loving you faithfully through good times and bad, regardless of the obstacles we may face together. I give you my hand, my heart, and my love, from this day forward for as long as we both shall live.

In the presence of God and these our friends I take thee to be my husband/wife, promising with Divine assistance to be unto thee a loving and faithful husband/wife so long as we both shall live.

I, (name), take you, (name), to be my friend, my lover, the (mother/father) of my children and my (husband/wife). I will be yours in times of plenty and in times of want, in times of sickness and in times of health, in times of joy and in times of sorrow, in times of failure and in times of triumph. I promise to cherish and respect you, to care and protect you, to comfort and encourage you, and stay with you, for all eternity.

I, [name], choose you [name] to be my [husband/wife], to respect you in your successes and in your failures, to care for you in sickness and in health, to nurture you, and to grow with you throughout the seasons of life.

I, (name), take you, (name), to be my partner, loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know. I eagerly anticipate the chance to grow together, getting to know the (man/woman) you will become, and falling in love a little more every day. I promise to love and cherish you through whatever life may bring us.

A Funny Vow By Marty Blase

Pastor: Will you answer me right now
These questions, as your wedding vow?

Groom: Yes, I will answer right now
Your questions as my wedding vow.

Pastor: Will you take her as your wife?
Will you love her all your life?

Groom: Yes, I take her as my wife,
Yes, I’ll love her all my life.

Pastor: Will you have, and also hold
Just as you have at this time told?

Groom: Yes, I will have, and I will hold,
Just as I have at this time told,
Yes, I will love her all my life
As I now take her as my wife.

Pastor: Will you love through good and bad?
Whether you’re happy or sad?

Groom: Yes, I’ll love through good and bad,
Whether we’re happy or sad,
Yes, I will have and I will hold
Just as I have already told,
Yes, I will love her all my life,
Yes, I will take her as my wife!

Pastor: Will you love her if you’re rich?
Or if you’re poor, and in a ditch?

Groom: Yes, I’ll love her if we’re rich,
And I will love her in a ditch,
I’ll love her through good times and bad,
Whether we are happy or sad,
Yes, I will have, and I will hold
(I could have sworn this has been told!)
I promise to love all my life
This woman, as my lawful wife!

Pastor: Will you love her when you’re fit,
And also when you’re feeling sick?

Groom: Yes, I’ll love her when we’re fit,
And when we’re hurt, and when we’re sick,
And I will love her when we’re rich
And I will love her in a ditch
And I will love through good and bad,
And I will love when glad or sad,
And I will have, and I will hold
Ten years from now a thousandfold,
Yes, I will love for my whole life
This lovely woman as my wife!

Pastor: Will you love with all your heart?
Will you love till death you part?

Groom: Yes, I’ll love with all my heart
From now until death do us part,
And I will love her when we’re rich,
And when we’re broke and in a ditch,
And when we’re fit, and when we’re sick,
(Oh, CAN’T we get this finished quick?)
And I will love through good and bad,
And I will love when glad or sad,
And I will have, and I will hold,
And if I might now be so bold,
I’ll love her my entire life,
Yes, I WILL take her as my wife!

Pastor: Then if you’ll take her as your wife,
And if you’ll love her all your life,
And if you’ll have, and if you’ll hold,
From now until the stars grow cold,
And if you’ll love through good and bad,
And whether you’re happy or sad,
And love in sickness, and in health,
And when you’re poor, and when in wealth,
And if you’ll love with all your heart,
From now until death do you part,
Yes, if you’ll love her through and through,
Please answer with these words:

Pastor and Groom: I DO!

Pastor: You’re married now! So kiss the bride,
But please, do keep it dignified.

Heart String Tug 2

Farewell Gifts……

Author Unknown

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, ‘I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.’ Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ”Granny, are you sure I don’t have enough money?” The old lady replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.” She then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.’ I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. ‘No, Santa Claus can’t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.’

His eyes were so sad while saying this. ‘My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.”

My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: ‘I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.’ Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me ‘I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won’t forget me.’ ‘I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.’ Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. ‘Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?” ‘OK’ he said, ‘I hope I do have enough.’ I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: ‘Thank you God for giving me enough money!’ Then he looked at me and added, ‘I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!” I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.” ‘My mommy loves white roses.’

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.


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