Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Australia Adventure Dec 2014, 1 Hobart

Dec 6 - The Lim family went onboard the plane in the night after having sushi for dinner. We were in for a movie treat on the plane as the latest Doraemon movie "Stand by Me", was on air. Yippee!

Dec 7 D01 - After a 7-8 hour plane ride, we arrived at Melbourne the next day at around ETA0745hrs, Australian time which was 3 hours ahead of Singapore. We then took a 2 hour connecting flight and arrived at Tasmania, Hobart at ETA1225hrs. It gave us enough time to buy 2 prepaid SIM cards from Telstra at an attractive price of Aus30 after a hefty 50% discount. One for P and one for myself. Hey, we lived in an internet connected world!

We were taken aback when we arrived at Hobart. The temperature was below 15 degree celicus and we were ill-prepared or at least for my boys and I. We only had a thin red patterned red scarf to wrap around for the much needed warmth. (See photo below for a glimpse. Yes, that was the scarf.) Mr Lim, however, whipped out a blue wind breaker and smiled gleefully at our misfortune. He then said to his defence that "I have asked if you would want to have jackets to bring up the planes." Magnanimous, I was. I said my piece that as a family we should look out for one another and rest my peace.

We checked into Argyle Motor Lodge (125) in North Tasmania. Thereafter we made our way to visit Mt Wellington to see sunset. On our way, we did a slight detour to a vineyard to do wine tasting and bought a bottle of Riesling at Aus25 to enjoy in the 3 nights in Tasmania. Due to the persistent shower, the view was obscured but we did enjoy the cool and fresh air up in the mountain.


Thursday, September 11, 2014

Gratitude

I have one of the most wonderful day of my life today. This week is the September school holiday term break. My hubby is in town and we are both able to take a half day off from work together.

We decide to visit Gardens by the Bay and head towards Cloud Forest, followed by Flower Dome. We are able to enjoy natural's wonders even though the rain is pouring as both areas are enclosed. Isn't this just amazing? The temperature is kept at a comfortable mid-20s. The crowd is thin and the boys are able to run around.

I could just hold my husband's big, warm hand and reminisce on our first date. This must have been love. It has matured beyond the first flush of love to that of caring for the significant half. Whatever I do, my first thought is always for my husband. I know that it is the same for him. No matter how tired he is, he will always be there for me when I need him. This relationship has been going strong for close to two decades and still counting. 

I am very grateful to be so blessed to find my love and to have such a wonderful family. There is so much love. I believe together we can build a better tomorrow for our family.


Monday, September 8, 2014

Integrity Also: Earnestness, Sincerity

Sharing meaningful stories...

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Integrity means being true to ourselves and being honest, upright, and decent in our dealings with others. When we are guided by integrity, our thoughts and words are in line with each other; our actions align with our principles. Our conduct speaks for us, more eloquently than words ever could. It becomes the basis for both reputation and self-respect. Integrity demands courage but delivers untroubled sleep.

Developing integrity requires internal honesty, because we can’t be honest with others unless we are honest with ourselves. It requires self awareness, since we cannot accurately communicate what we do not know.

People of integrity can be counted on to stand up for what it right, even if it is unpopular, and to behave with honor even when there is no one around to see. Integrity allows other people to trust us because they know that we value our commitments and seek to live by them. It is one of the cornerstones of loving relationships and shared endeavors.

Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago.  Capone wasn't famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder.

Capone had a lawyer nicknamed "Easy Eddie." He was his lawyer for a good reason. Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie's skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time.

To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only was the money big, but also, Eddie got special dividends. For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block.

Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the atrocity that went on around him. Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly. Eddie saw to it that his young son had clothes, cars, and a good education.

Nothing was withheld. Price was no object. And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong. Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was. Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things he couldn't give his son; he couldn't pass on a good name or a good example.

One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted to rectify wrongs he had done. He decided he would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Al "Scarface" Capone, clean up his tarnished name, and offer his son some semblance of integrity. To do this, he would have to testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great.

So, he testified. Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street. But in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he would ever pay.

Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious medallion, and a poem clipped from a magazine. The poem read: 

The clock of life is wound but once, 
and no man has the power 
to tell just when the hands will stop 
At late or early hour. 
Now is the only time you own. 
Live, love, toil with a will. 
Place no faith in time. 
For the clock may soon be still. 

STORY NUMBER TWO 

World War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant Commander Butch O'Hare. He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific. One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank. 


He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship. His flight leader told him to return to the carrier.  Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet.  As he was returning to the mother ship he saw something that turned his blood cold: a squadron of Japanese aircraft were speeding their way toward the American fleet. The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was all but defenseless. He couldn't reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger. 

There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the fleet.  Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another.  Butch wove in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes as possible until all his ammunition was finally spent.  Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes, trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible and rendering them unfit to fly.  Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another direction.

Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to the carrier. Upon arrival, he reported in and related the event surrounding his return. The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch's daring attempt to protect his fleet.

He had, in fact, destroyed five enemy aircraft.  This took place on February 20, 1942, and for that action Butch became the Navy's first Ace of W.W.II, and the first Naval Aviator to win the Congressional Medal of Honor.  A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29.

His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade, and today, O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this great man.  So, the next time you find yourself at O'Hare International, give some thought to visiting Butch's memorial displaying his statue and his Medal of Honor. It's located between Terminals 1 and 2.

SO WHAT DO THESE TWO STORIES HAVE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER?  

Butch O'Hare was "Easy Eddie's" son.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Busy Mundane Weekends

I have been very busy with juggling work and family especially when my husband needs to work late or is out of town.

When my hubby is around, he will be the one setting the timetable. For a good part of this year, I have been the one doing so. Our weekend routine is packed to the brim. We will be shuffling around from place to place from morning to night.

In a certain sense, challenges are there only when one is ready. And they are there to make us stronger. At times, I still feel overwhelmed by the responsibilities I have to shoulder. I am growing stronger and tougher day by day.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

去逛街

Sharing my elder boy's essay.
  ​​​​ 去逛街
有一天,妈妈和爸爸带我和弟弟去乌节路买东西。我和弟弟都闷闷不乐的,因为我们比较喜欢在家里睡觉。
到了那里,我们先去吃晚餐。我们去一家高级的餐厅,吃日本餐。
虽然弟弟吃完了晚餐,想回家,一直叫个不停:“回家了!回家了!我很累,我要睡觉了!”,但是我们去“Uncle Teisu”蛋糕店买蛋糕。弟弟一看 到非常好吃的蛋糕,马上忘记了自己说很累,连口水都流了出来!我们看到了都偷偷的笑了起来,不敢告诉他。因为弟弟最爱发脾气了。人家不小心动到他,他也要狠狠地揍人家一拳 。
买好蛋糕后,我们去买一些肉干。虽然不是过新年,但是,我们还是买了肉干吃。弟弟说:“回到家,我就一定把肉干都吃完,连一快都不留给你们!”听到平时什么都不吃的弟弟居然说这种话,我可已看到弟弟很开心
最后,我们去“Daiso”买文具。因为我的笔没有墨了,所以我就叫妈妈买了一只蓝色笔。
虽然开始的时候,我和弟弟都不开心,但我们最后还是度过了难忘的一天,依依不舍地回家了。

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Extended Family Gathering

It was a gathering which we had decided on my brother's wedding in March. My mother who originated from West Malaysia, has been busy with raising her family that she only made very infrequent visit back to her hometown. Now that we have grown up, we should bring her back as often as we could.

So this trip was planned. We started out on 14 Jun, Saturday from Singapore to Kukup. There was a jam at the Causeway where the traffic was like a snail. On our way to Kukup, we had a little hiccup which we had to be at car workshop at Pontian. I contacted my cousin who then got his brothers to come over to help us out. They then drove us up to Kukup where it was almost dinner time. Yes, we feast on the sumptuous seafood. 


We spent the night at my uncle's house. Before long, my aunt and cousin from Singapore met us there too.

The next morning, the extended family made our way to my cousin's house at Ponderosa, JB. 



There we continued to enjoy the warm hospitality of my dear relatives. My another cousin had also bought a house within walking distance away and we attended the house warming that night. At noon, my husband and I had a round of golf at the nearby golf course, Ponderosa Golf Course.

On Monday, the extended family took two cars and drove up to Cameron Highlands. We had booked two apartment units near Brinchang town. The next day, we went sightseeing. This was a rare treat for me as this was the first time that I went out with my uncle and aunt's family alongside my hubby's aunt. There were 11 of us.




Thereafter they made their way to Ipoh while we continued our stay in Cameron Highlands as my aunt visited her friend. As the road was bumpy, our dear car protested with a punctured tyre. Living up the mountain meant that it was difficult to get help. But help came eventually and we continued our journey to Genting where we celebrated my boy's birthday.


We were not aware that the outdoor theme park was having a major revamp so we had to content with the rides at the indoor theme park. Thereafter the two seniors had their own programme while we watched the magic show by Peter Marvey.



On Friday, we made our way to Malacca and feast on, well the famous chicken rice balls in this heritage town. However for the old folks, they still preferred the normal chicken rice anytime. Not to be missed was the chendol too.


On Saturday, we had a splash at the swimming pool while the seniors went shopping at the nearby Mahkota Parade. Thereafter we headed back to pick up our car from the workshop and returned my cousin's car. We had a stopover at Skudai for dinner. It has been a very fulfilling trip.




Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Golf

Serenity and tranquility

Soothing to the mind

Swinging away our troubles

Just focus on having a good game

A bad round does not mean a bad finish

Neither does one good round make a good game

Never give up and not letting the past gets into the head is the key to a good golfer

But isn't this also the mantra to be a successful person?