The occasional blogger - ME

Due to a hiatus of updates, the occasional blogger, me, decided to type out my updates: thoughts.

It has been a very meaningful event for me last Sunday. I was finally married at Tung Lok and I enjoyed the company and lunch as well. Thank you all for all your well wishes. And thanks to my wife's buddies, the event wouldn't happened without you all. And also to my family, my 2nd brother flew from Cambodia to attend my ROM. I love my family.

It isn't easy to grow up in a big family, conflicts are bound to happen but our family bond is still very strong.

I realized that family love isn't something that can be monetized by dollars and cents. It's something worth treasuring and worth sacrificing for.

Now I look forward to treasure my new extended family of my wife's, although we are still not used to calling "mum" and "dad" but maybe during the customary marriage.

Life's like a PC, sometimes when you get stuck, you have no choice but to press the "restart" button.

My life has been a faulty old PC with lots of uncleared viruses in it; yearning for that new RAM upgrade or the latest copy of anti-virus that can wipe the bad things away.

Now I just have to move on and embark in a new life. Although the road ahead is still unclear, but I hope with the light from my loved ones, I can be able to walk to the path of excellence; to excel in whatever I do.

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My brother's friend was chased out of his uncle's house and he was stressed and upset. We put him up in our house as his parents was in Australia for a missionary mission and he was all alone by himself. The 3 storey house which we discovered that he has been staying before was his uncle's and his grandmother was staying with the uncle too. Maybe there was some misunderstanding or he didn't want to impose them further thus he decided to move out.

Lugging along all his baggages to our doorstep, I felt sorry for him. A 19-20 yr old kid who has no family in Singapore, no house and no money. He seemed like he had been through a rough storm and he was at the brink of collapse. My parents doted him a lot and watched him grow with my brother since he was young. A quiet and polite individual, he will always greet everyone and show them respect. Certainly not the kind of punk kid on the streets of Australia that takes marijuana for leisure.

Imagine being left alone in Singapore, without a roof and no money, I would have gone crazy too.

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Sunday afternoon, I went out with my family for lunch and my mum and me was at the mini-mart after the sumptuous lunch when my parent's friend witnessed an old man tripping flat down on the face, and he was bleeding on the forehead, nose and lips. I ran there and to see how I could help him. His skin of the forehead has peeled off, and fresh red blood was seen on his open wound. His nose was bleeding in a line, and his lower lips was bleeding too.

I took the tissues and pressed against his forehead with some pressure to stop the bleeding. Watching a helpless old man who was on the floor after the fall, my heart felt for him. It must have been such a nasty experience. I helped to stabilize him to make sure that he doesn't move his injured leg and used my whole body to cushion his back to let him sit up.

Soon enough, the ambulance came and he was conveyed to the hospital. He gave us his son's mobile number and we contacted him and told him to go directly to TTSH A&E. The uncle later thanked us for our help.

I felt good with his words, it was a good feeling that couldn't be explained by dollars and cents. Something that you can't buy. Sometimes, we do things because we have to do as a human being and not just because of being motivated by money. You never know when you would need help for not everyday is a sunny day. My parents taught us to give more than we take, and don't be blinded by money for one day we might need help too.

I remembered my NS days when I was working as a medic; it has been a very wonderful experience. I have never felt such a strong sense of accomplishment before.

Maybe I can consider joining the auxiliary unit...