Mr. Chai likes this photo which signify 'All Road leads to Rome'
taken 0n the 11th July 2013
Lake Wanaka, south island, New Zealand
Tuesday, 10 September 2013
To Mr. Timothy Chai
Mr. Chai likes this photo which signify 'All Road leads to Rome'
taken 0n the 11th July 2013
Lake Wanaka, south island, New Zealand
Sunday, 8 September 2013
memory 20 years ago
what is she thinking???
memory 20 years ago?
this is a nice dress
Sunday market, Satok
.....along the memory lane
Satok road, Kuching, Sarawak, Borneo
shaking the pretty dress
welcome to test the quality
The business man is very good at Satok sunday market
Satok Road, Kuching, Sarawak, Borneo
Sunday market satok, last day
They sell Orchid flowers too
Lots of wonder at Satk sunday market, Kuching, Sarawak, Borneo
hard working couples
last day of satok sunday market
I took this photo for my friend Mr. Lim and Mrs Lim( teacher Chin)
Colourful market. a delightful place to roam around with friends
Venue: Satok Road, Kuching, Sarawak, Borneo
last day of Satok sunday market
Sad Sad
Last day of Stak sunday market
In December 2012, I have taken this photos with Mr. Lim K K doing the same effort.
Satok sunday market of Kuching.
Everybody who had been there remember the fare price, 2 for 12 ringgit. ???? I love Kuching
My Kuching High School classmate
Mr. Lee Boon S
my high school classmate is an expert in mathematics and computer
He is very friendly and straight forward.
A friend indeed
Saturday, 7 September 2013
Blood pressure checking today
Twenty years ago, any body using a mercury type Blood pressure metre would get a normal Blood Pressure such as 130 over 80. There is apossiblity of 135 over 85 when the reading is base on mainly reading the mercury colume.
Nows aday, digital metres are being used, there is reading of 132 over 83. If such record was viewed by a consultant or a senior doctor, he or she would query the junior doctor is making up the figure , without actual measuring the blood pressure. It used to be recorded to the round figure of 5 or ten such as 135 over 80.
The world has changed. It is much easier and faster to get a blood pressure reading. Thanks to the technology
( Greetings from Dr. James Chong, 40 A Jalan Mendu, Kuching)
Nows aday, digital metres are being used, there is reading of 132 over 83. If such record was viewed by a consultant or a senior doctor, he or she would query the junior doctor is making up the figure , without actual measuring the blood pressure. It used to be recorded to the round figure of 5 or ten such as 135 over 80.
The world has changed. It is much easier and faster to get a blood pressure reading. Thanks to the technology
( Greetings from Dr. James Chong, 40 A Jalan Mendu, Kuching)
Wednesday, 29 May 2013
Sunday, 17 February 2013
Sarawak River Esplanade
Ferry point of Pankalang Batu, the first Ferry point infront of the Palace ( Astana)
First proper wharf built by Rajah James Brooke
(Sarawak king)
Sarawak Long house
Sarawak Long house of native people staying at the upper stream mountain village is using solid Belian wood to build platform of more than 3 metres, and roof of great height.
Good ventilation, natural
Thursday, 7 February 2013
Happy Chinese New Year 2013
Who is Alfred Wallace ? Why his work is very very important ? He was.......
@@@@@@@@@@@ Work happily and have fun...see this story.........
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I found a story that I read recently that I found very touching and I hope you'll enjoy reading it as well:
A Story To Live By by Ann Wells (Los Angeles Times) My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau and lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip. It was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached. "Jan bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion. Well, I guess this is the occasion." He took the slip from me and put it on the bed with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician. His hands lingered on the soft material for a moment, then he slammed the drawer shut and turned to me. "Don't ever save anything for a special occasion. Every day you're alive is a special occasion." I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores that follow an unexpected death. I thought about them on the plane returning to California from the Midwestern town where my sister's family lives. I thought about all the things that she hadn't seen or heard or done. I thought about the things that she had done without realizing that they were special. I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed my life. I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting on the deck and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time in committee meetings. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience to savor, not endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them. I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event-such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first camellia blossom. I wear my good blazer to the market if I feel like it. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks have noses that function as well as my party-going friends'. "Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now. I'm not sure what my sister would have done had she known that she wouldn't be here for the tomorrow we all take for granted. I think she would have called family members and a few close friends. She might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think she would have gone out for a Chinese dinner, her favorite food. I'm guessing-I'll never know. It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew that my hours were limited. Angry because I put off seeing good Friends whom I was going to get in touch with-someday. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write-one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and daughter often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special. Every day, every minute, every breath truly is...a gift
@@@@@@@@@@@ Work happily and have fun...see this story.........
@@@@@@@@@
I found a story that I read recently that I found very touching and I hope you'll enjoy reading it as well:
A Story To Live By by Ann Wells (Los Angeles Times) My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau and lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip. It was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached. "Jan bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion. Well, I guess this is the occasion." He took the slip from me and put it on the bed with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician. His hands lingered on the soft material for a moment, then he slammed the drawer shut and turned to me. "Don't ever save anything for a special occasion. Every day you're alive is a special occasion." I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores that follow an unexpected death. I thought about them on the plane returning to California from the Midwestern town where my sister's family lives. I thought about all the things that she hadn't seen or heard or done. I thought about the things that she had done without realizing that they were special. I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed my life. I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting on the deck and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time in committee meetings. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience to savor, not endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them. I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event-such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first camellia blossom. I wear my good blazer to the market if I feel like it. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks have noses that function as well as my party-going friends'. "Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now. I'm not sure what my sister would have done had she known that she wouldn't be here for the tomorrow we all take for granted. I think she would have called family members and a few close friends. She might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think she would have gone out for a Chinese dinner, her favorite food. I'm guessing-I'll never know. It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew that my hours were limited. Angry because I put off seeing good Friends whom I was going to get in touch with-someday. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write-one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and daughter often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special. Every day, every minute, every breath truly is...a gift
Friday, 18 January 2013
peaceful beach, Santubong, Kucing, Sarawak
Sea otter used to swim around here.
facing towards the sky and 4 limbs holding fish while eating...just float there
Santubong resort, Sarawak
One of the river mouth of Sarawak river is Santubong
This young family is having a good time
midnight singer, Sarawak river front, Kuching
Across the road is Gambier street...one of the oldest street in Kuching
This youth sang contnously with his own composed songs and instant composing for more than half an hour( non stop)
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