二零零八年六月二十九日
四个家人约在Jurong Country Club聚旧。哈哈！我们，白家人和刘家人和往常一样的准时，而黄家人是预料之中的迟。聪明的我们也直接点东西吃。白夫人和刘夫人的肚子都很大了，她俩的千金将会在七月出生，真期待。。。
可惜可盈不舒服，不然的话，她一定会很开心的，因为由朋友们和她一起玩！
很巧合，SM Mr Goh Chok Tong和他的家人在那儿用餐。
Monday, June 30, 2008
兼职导游!
二零零八年六月二十八日
我的前任同事, 她的妈妈和朋友到新加坡来游玩! 我也当上了她们兼职导游。带他们四处观光和吃东西。逛街的当儿，还看到权义风艺人，真人果然不错！
很巧合, 我们在Esplanade的外面，目睹了整个国庆日的彩排。尤其是战斗机表演，真是精彩极了！果然显示到现场和在电视机上的气氛是很不一样的。他们也对这一目，赞不绝口。
Friday, June 27, 2008
Shokudo - Japanese Food Bazaar
二零零八年六月二十六日 一阵子, 没有和荞平联络了, 所以约了她在Shokudo聚旧。还不知道Shokudo好像Marche那样的Food Bazaar, 里头的食物都很不错!! 下次可以再去吃。她看起来像个幸福小女人似的。。。 她将要和她的爱人在今年尾结婚, 真期待他俩的婚礼！！
~~ 突然想起J (Janice) – A (Alicia) – C (Connie) – K (Kenix) – ACK都有找到了归宿, 不知道J的情况如何呢?
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Kuishin-Bo + Party World
二零零八年六月二十五日
Cindy在Kuishin-Bo定了位，这次终于没有人放鸽子！很准时的我们在1945到达现场。之后，当然是去进攻我们的食物啦！Cindy介绍了鲜美的螃蟹给我们，还帮我们拨壳呢！！她拨螃蟹的技术真的是一流，应该拍下来留恋。。。
好客的Linda在结账的时候，硬要请我们吃这一顿！我们当然没有抗拒啦！不过Linda ，下回要让我们来哦！ 谢谢你的丰富晚餐！！
Cindy在Kuishin-Bo定了位，这次终于没有人放鸽子！很准时的我们在1945到达现场。之后，当然是去进攻我们的食物啦！Cindy介绍了鲜美的螃蟹给我们，还帮我们拨壳呢！！她拨螃蟹的技术真的是一流，应该拍下来留恋。。。
好客的Linda在结账的时候，硬要请我们吃这一顿！我们当然没有抗拒啦！不过Linda ，下回要让我们来哦！ 谢谢你的丰富晚餐！！
晚餐后，还有下文。Cynthia在Party World - International Building 定了位让我们大展歌喉。Cindy，果然是我们的歌后，她的歌唱真是棒！
唱歌的当儿，Linda 重复问Cindy是什么籍贯的人。为了让Linda比较容易记得, 以下是我们的简称。
Cindy - 福州鱼圆
Linda - 客家酿豆腐
Cynthia - 潮州粥
Connie - 福建面
很兴奋的我们唱到凌晨2点才离开。。。谢谢C&C为我们安排这开心的聚会！
Monday, June 23, 2008
回家！
二零零八年六月二十一日
凌晨四点才到达妈妈的家！这次可盈很乖 - 没有哭闹。。。
中午，我们到阿姨的家去拜访。一段日子没有见她了，她还是如此！下星期她就会在新的环境工作，希望她一切顺利。过后，就到舅舅的家去拜访。每次回来都得到他的家去，不然他会妈妈的耳朵唠叨不停。。。
晚上，我们和爸爸庆祝父亲节，然后到附近的商场走走。回到家后，国伟堂哥和舅舅的家人来做客。他们离开后，我们陪爸爸到外头去吃夜宵！
每次回家都很热闹的！
Friday, June 20, 2008
感人的故事。。。
二零零八年六月十八日
On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.
This was the scene of ten years ago.The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid,I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.
Dew came into my life.It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me frombehind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her.
Dew said, You are the kind of man who best draws girls eyeballs. Herwords suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls. Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn t help doing so. I moved Dew's hand aside and said, You go to select some furniture,O.K.? I ve got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her.
At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly,she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew’s body. This was the means of my entertainment.
One day I said to her in a slight joking way, suppose we divorce, whatwill you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away fromher. I couldn t imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.
When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.
Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more. When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I ve got somethingto tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking.
I want to divorce. I raised a serious topic calmly. She didn t seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!
At that night, we didn t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew. With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.
A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn t want anything from me,but I was supposed to give her one months time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken.
She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me.I nodded and said, I remember . You carried me in your arms , she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning. I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with a romantic form.
I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.
My wife and I hadn t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain.
From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don t tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for bus, I drove to office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on mychest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn t looked at this intimate woman carefully for along time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.
On the third day, she whispered to me, The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vaguer.
On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as,where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn t tell Dew about this.
I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out.
She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, All mydresses have grown fatter. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not becauseI was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain.
Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway.
Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally, I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step.Our son had gone to school. She said, Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.I held her tightly and said, Both you and I didn t notice that our life was lack of such intimacy.
I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won t divorce. I'm serious. She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said.
I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn t value the details of life, not because we didn t love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into cry. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.
When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me to write the greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.
On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.
This was the scene of ten years ago.The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid,I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.
Dew came into my life.It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me frombehind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her.
Dew said, You are the kind of man who best draws girls eyeballs. Herwords suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls. Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn t help doing so. I moved Dew's hand aside and said, You go to select some furniture,O.K.? I ve got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her.
At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly,she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew’s body. This was the means of my entertainment.
One day I said to her in a slight joking way, suppose we divorce, whatwill you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away fromher. I couldn t imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.
When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.
Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more. When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I ve got somethingto tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking.
I want to divorce. I raised a serious topic calmly. She didn t seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!
At that night, we didn t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew. With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.
A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn t want anything from me,but I was supposed to give her one months time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken.
She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me.I nodded and said, I remember . You carried me in your arms , she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning. I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with a romantic form.
I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.
My wife and I hadn t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain.
From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don t tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for bus, I drove to office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on mychest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn t looked at this intimate woman carefully for along time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.
On the third day, she whispered to me, The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vaguer.
On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as,where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn t tell Dew about this.
I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out.
She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, All mydresses have grown fatter. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not becauseI was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain.
Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway.
Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally, I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step.Our son had gone to school. She said, Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.I held her tightly and said, Both you and I didn t notice that our life was lack of such intimacy.
I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won t divorce. I'm serious. She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said.
I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn t value the details of life, not because we didn t love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into cry. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.
When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me to write the greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.
--- the end ---
P/S: What is the moral of the story?
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
父亲节快乐!
二零零八年六月十五日
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亲爱的爸爸，祝你父亲节快乐!
希望身边的朋友们不要忘记与爸爸庆祝哦！爸爸在我们的生活里也扮演着一个重要的角色。。。小黑马，我代可盈祝你父亲节快乐!!
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Sam's的欢送会~~
二零零八年六月十三日
排版后，我们为Sam's安排了一个小型的欢送会。我们在公司对面的煮炒订了位。那煮炒老板的态度真是差级了！！那儿的食物也不怎样，真的令人大失所望。相信我们再也不会去光顾了！ 
下星期二，Sam将会转到另外一个部门。祝她一切顺利！
Friday, June 13, 2008
- Anatolia Turkish Restaurant –
二零零八年六月十日 傍晚约了Powerpuff gang到FareastPlaza - Anatolia Turkish Restaurant 聚餐。兴致勃勃的我也带可盈一同去。
Bubble, 减肥成功，足足瘦了10公斤！看起来漂亮和有自信多了！
Blossom, 依然如此，只是人看起来稍微比较累！可能是近来她打沙滩排球被晒黑的关系吧！
我因忙着照顾可盈的关系，不能完全投入她们的话题。。。嘻嘻！ 带孩子出门就是如此的。。。
总结，我们都有个愉快的聚会！七月份再聚吧~!
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
星期六~~
二零零八年六月七日
我约了前任屋主在Bukit batok的麦当老吃早餐。她老公也一起到来。他俩还是和以前一样。她看见可盈，就说她好像我。嘻嘻，似乎每个人都是这样说！但我知道我的可盈比我更漂亮啦！
过后，我们到她的家去做坐一会儿。她的家曾是我熟悉住宿的地方， 事隔多年，还是没有什么改变。她家的兔子， 还是很可爱。这些兔子真的很幸运，遇到这户好主人。可盈也很喜欢它们，还喂它们吃小白菜呢！
傍晚， 我们到大嫂的家去庆祝Julian’s的满月。希望他快高长大，身体健康！
忙！
二零零八年六月八日
约了玉冰在Bukit Timah的麦当老吃早餐。 哈哈，连续两天我都吃麦当老。很为她开心因为她怀孕八周了！！ 可怜的她，一直有呕吐的现象，比较起来，我以前幸运的多了！！！
之后就到家婆那儿去，因为小黑马的阿姨们要看可盈。
晚上等弟弟回来庆祝他的生日， 因柔佛交通阻塞的关系，他晚上十点才到家！真可怜！！ 我买了一片榴莲蛋糕和封一个小红包给他。 希望他事事顺利！
约了玉冰在Bukit Timah的麦当老吃早餐。 哈哈，连续两天我都吃麦当老。很为她开心因为她怀孕八周了！！ 可怜的她，一直有呕吐的现象，比较起来，我以前幸运的多了！！！
之后就到家婆那儿去，因为小黑马的阿姨们要看可盈。
晚上等弟弟回来庆祝他的生日， 因柔佛交通阻塞的关系，他晚上十点才到家！真可怜！！ 我买了一片榴莲蛋糕和封一个小红包给他。 希望他事事顺利！
Thursday, June 05, 2008
马来西亚油价涨!
二零零八年六月五日昨晚，很多的油站都挤满了车，主要的原因是油价暴涨！从原来的1.92令吉涨到2.70令吉，起伏40.6%。对贫穷人家来说，真的是个很大的冲击！
政府还会在8月将汽油及柴油零售价钱向全球市场价格看齐。这也就是说，燃油价格届时可能会暴涨一倍。
日后的生活，真是难上加难！
Monday, June 02, 2008
传染。。。
二零零八年六月一日
我刚复原，但我的可盈好像被我传染了！她身体热滚滚的！！
下午，看她没有好转， 就带她到对面家的诊疗所看医生。天呀！她既然39.2度！！ 还有点咳嗽和上风。
希望她快点康复啦！我宁愿生病的人是我。。。 看她辛苦的样子，心里很心疼！
我刚复原，但我的可盈好像被我传染了！她身体热滚滚的！！
下午，看她没有好转， 就带她到对面家的诊疗所看医生。天呀！她既然39.2度！！ 还有点咳嗽和上风。
希望她快点康复啦！我宁愿生病的人是我。。。 看她辛苦的样子，心里很心疼！
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