THE FACE BUSINESS

This morning I dreamed of OJL and his wife... it was a 'realistic' dream and I woke up with pains all over the body...

Don't know where it started, but it was Marsiling, one of the junction between the shophouses. OJL and his wife, together with me and my children were crossing the road. There were two groups of people there. One, crossing the road, which are us, with several people behind us. The other group of people, on the other side of the road, 'horizontally' queueing up along the road. These horizontal group of people saw us and one of the man said something like,"You all going heaven...." He speaks in Chinese because he is a Chinese, quite tanned in the skin tone. Next, OJL's wife said something like her friend who had just got married.... (cannot remember the exact words, but replied something about heaven also)

I looked ahead. There were shops at Marsiling, new shops, two to be exact. These two new shops are 'facial'/massage shops for women. They have 'idols' worship in the shop, the Goddess of Mercy or Guan Yin. Then I spoke to OJL about his wife going to facial shop everyday for facial treatment... his wife went there for facial treatment everyday but yet her face still have freckles and patches of dark skin patches...

Next, we came to a medical shop. OJL entered the shop. There was some queuing up to do, waiting for numbers... cannot remember the full details now. In the later part, I was forced to take medications from this shop. Richard wanted me to eat the medicines. I had to 'lick' the five to six packets of brown syrup (medicines)....

It seems that in the dream I had backache or something like that, cannot remember clearly. But I know that it was a terrible dream... I was at a cafe... 'escaping' from someone... walking ahead, I knew that there was this 'idol worship' (Tua Pek Kong) behind me in this cafe/coffee shop. I did not turn my head to see. I just go straight ahead, seems like need to go to the cashier to tell them something....

Next, 'we' were going down a 'stairs' that looked like ladders. It was 'escaping' again. There were no way else to go. Ricsson, Clara and me had to climb down. It was such a steep slope downwards. I was so scared of the heights. I was so afraid that the children would fall also.... the heights were really scary... as we proceeds, the gaps seem to get bigger, until we reached the 'last'. Ricsson jumped down to try his luck, the only way out. I thought of calling Richard to come to help us. But I had difficulties in my movement also -- any imbalance would cause me to fall. I tried to follow Ricsson in the end.

Falling down, I thought that there were more steps to follow next or 'died', but turning round, there was a gradual slope leading to normal pathways. We were safe finally.....

There was another part of the dream which I do not wish to record.... something bad....

Carving The Future

This morning, I had a 'wonderful' dream. Another one I had was a day ago, but have not had the time to write about it yet. Still one more -- on the day I was 'ambushed' at QiHua Primary School... a dream, 'scary' but seemed to be 'real'... so much things, but one thing at a time...

St Mary of the Angels
Today was a dream about St Mary of the Angels... I was at a Chapel (I think this is an appropriate word to describe where I was). It was an enclosed room with shelves. I had entered this room and was standing in front of the shelves (on the right side of the room). On my left was a woman (in her golden age), standing in front of a pew or brown seats. She saw me.... I was looking at the shelves, amazed at the sight of what was in front of me. It was plaques of Saints, Saint Ignatius being one of them that I wanted to see in details, but this woman approached me and whispered.... I put back all these plaques and crosses which are made of silver metal... Among all these stuff on the shelves are bags of 'belongings', plastic bags, containing such crosses, plaques and ROSARY--- various patterns and colours of rosary, mainly brown, all in the transparent plastic bags. Below the shelves and some on the same shelves as the bags, were sheets of paper with written words, Chinese words, all the documents were written in Chinese Words. The hand written words were like those written by my father, the Chinese characters. On the stack of names (stapled 'words'), I was looking for 'familiar' names. The one which I glanced upon, the first glanced, was something that seems like my fourth uncle (Li Tian Fu, in Chinese), but it seems like my 'grandfather' 's (maternal) name as well.... Anyway, the most significant part was the word 'FU' (In Chinese Fu means Fortune).

What is the fate of all these bags of belongings?
Soon I realized that they are the belongings of the dead people. They will soon be discarded on the slope, the patch of green grass outside the chapel. All the rosary will be scattered on the slope (mini hill/mountain)... I don't know what this is called. Asked another woman, forgotten who she was, a young woman. She did not know what to call that either.

Soon, we reached the interior of the 'church'. I was 'pregnant' and I need to use the toilet. A woman opened the door for me and I entered. (it was some 'pump room' people and staff of Mount Elizabeth Hospital that I dreamed of...) There was a 'hydraulic' toilet bowl, movable position. Soon I was elevated in such a high position that I could not get out of it. There was a tinged of pink on the toilet paper. The 'baby' was coming out soon it seems. I was in such 'pain'. The woman (China 'tenant') again came, and helped. I pressed on the hydraulic button and soon it was back to the bottom.... and I told her that I can manage myself...

Next, it was the bus. Need to board the bus. I was on one bus, but soon, was asked to move to the next. I put the bag above on the shelves above the seats.... Richard came to help. Cannot remember much on the bus what really happened. After that, it was a laboratory I was at. Rosa was there. We were discussing about handphones, exchanging handphones numbers, just in case.... I saw on the wallpapers were Ricsson's photographs, paintings....On Rosa's hand was carrying a little girl (baby of more than a year old, sitting in the arms)

"Benedictine Nun"? Origin of the MASS
Yesterday before I went to Church, I saw the cat again, 'scratching' the roots of the Cannon Ball Tree... on this day, I dreamed of a place that I had never came before. (had forgotten most of it) It was photograph taking at a place... It was three persons I was taking, forgotten who are the three, but one of them is my mother, standing on the left of the other two. The one in the centre, I had forgotten who.... Clara was in the dream too. First, I took the photo, and only one person appeared. The other two 'seem to be behind the curtain' and it need to take again....

Clara and I was on the open-air 'bus' (something like those at Bird Park or Night Safari). Something dropped and I need to go down the bus to pick it up. As it was driving quite slow, I hopped down. Later, the driver did not stop to let me board the bus, but continued. I had to run faster to catch up with the bus. No wonder the bus did not stop, because it was soon stopped at the next nearest destination. We entered the place. It was a 'laboratory'. Inside the laboratory, there were apparatus and equipments, all like that of a brand new laboratory. It was very big and people were sitting down, scattered over the lab. I walked around, taking pictures. The cabinets and the shelves, all looked like mini 'kitchen corners'....

Next part of the dream, it was a gift from the National Day Boy, a pair of red lanterns, brand new, with golden decorations and blossoms flowers. I asked if they were purchased or made.... but it did not matter. It's the thoughts that count....

It was a rather dark place, with pews, aligned like the church or a mini theatre. I was sitting with Clara. On my left were much empty spaces. I was looking for Richard (with Isaac), turning my head back and front, searching for them. But he was sitting in front. Soon there were people coming in to sit at our place.... In front of me, a lady was talking and she was explaining about something. First, it was a flash of the transparency on the projector screen. I saw four quadrants. On the left bottom quadrant, I saw the word "Mass", and the rest of it, I did not see clearly, but the screen was gone and next, the woman began to say something like "when someone dies, the next week, the hymn was like that.... and she began to sing the tune... the following week, the tune was added...... and it goes on....." The tune was so familiar in the dream that I listened. I remembered the tune and it was the English song's tune, but the song that the girl sang was not English. I do not know what language it was. When I woke up, I had forgotten the tune also.... However, the most obvious things that I lingered in my mind was the 'black and white clothes' that was worn on my mother! It was the "Origin of the Mass" that came to my mind when I remembered the woman in front of me 'teaching' us about the 'recitation' of the hymns......

Vows
Just another few days ago, I dreamed of a 'scary' dream again. A person was lying down. A few people was standing over this person. This person was seemed to be 'Li Tian Fu' (the person I mentioned above), but it was 'literally' Jesus! Sound so impossible even now, but it was just so amazing. I was at the bottom left hand side of myself, holding on to the foot of this person lying down (Li Tian Fu)....On the right of me, were some other people... But the main thing is about prayer. We were hoping for something.... I had forgotten, but as everybody was seem to be praying, I was praying hard myself too.............................................

Predicament

This is so scary.... My heart is thumping. My heart aches and it hurts. It is so scary... real scary.... this is NO JOKE... NO JOKE when LIFE AND DEATH MATTERS.... if it also means the LIFE AND DEATH of ANY PEOPLE you know........

This is by no means a good way of earning money if I wanted it to be...... who would want to earn money in this way? Not me definitely..... I do not want to see DEATHS, nor do I want to WITNESS any misfortunes to my dear ones...... ANY of my dear ones...... I would rather that I can be the one, the only ONE who can 'represent' my whole family to be 'sacrificed'.... But it seems that it was not the RIGHT WAY and not the WAY I had 'thought' it to be so..... HOW then is the WAY? I do not know, but learning now.......... BUT I am really very scared... everything so NEW and I know nothing..... (gnashing my teeth.... the brain and the heart is not synchronizing well.....truth hurts, truth is ugly....)

MONEY VS LIFE

LIFE VS FAME

ENJOYMENT VS SUFFERING

NEEDS VS WANTS

My heart never feels this kind of pain for so long.... it hurts, and I am very scared.... it is going to start..... I am swallowing my saliva.... what I SEE, what I experienced.... JESUS is SO POWERFUL............................

I am just an INSTRUMENT being used by GOD........



One morning, I dreamed of Fu Shan Garden... it was a dream of 'muds', with 'pools' of muds... it was the 'Building of Fu Shan Garden'... I saw Belinda in the dream as well...........

Today, at Fu Shan Garden, just after the dream about the spirits (spiritism) also, I saw CATS.... the special 'persian cat' that I love, white cat, and this special unique cat ('Transition' Cat). I am surrounded by Cats.......


Special Cat (destiny cat/'transition' cat) lying on the table at Dinosaur Playground


White cat beside the Malay house

This is all about the Future of Singapore.... and it hurts...............................................

The Cat Story

This is such a scary world.... the spirit world..... the world of DARKNESS.....................................

Be careful of what you believe.... this is really so scary and it is very very scary......... the spirit world..... again......

Last night or this early morning when I woke up, I knew I had a dream, a scary dream that seems real..... the spirit world......

It was literally Singapore and seemingly 'Clementi', but I am not familiar with the place. All I know was that the place was 'elevated' and it was 'dark'. It was a 'village' kind of place, not flats, but those old type of 'kampong house', with wooden planks that built the house, painted blue and white (something like that). Clara and I came to this 'house'. Many women were surrounding a woman..... A woman was 'asleep' lying on a 'platform' with a bowl, face down..... it seems that she was getting ready for some kind of 'rites' which was to go on in the 'house'.

Over here, I 'knew' it, and I seem to be wanted to stop them or something like that... forgotten the full details. But it was a strange feeling. It was all about the woman going to be lifted up by some kind of spiritual force. The woman is a Chinese and has long hair, tied up. All the women surrounded her. It was like 'today is her turn'. So everybody 'got a chance'..... I don't know what is it.....

Later on, I was inside the 'house' with Clara. I saw many faces, it seems..... black faces...... many, all sitting surrounding the Spiritual Medium, the man, Chinese. It was a man with his face like 'orange skin' (rough type, like Mark Lee), and big nose (like Jackie Chan). His head was quite big. I can still remember his face. His skin was not the fair type, but really like Mark Lee type of colour and the nose really quite big... Everybody surrounding the man, and Clara and me arrived, did not know where to sit. The seats were red (benches), as in the usual colour being used in most temples....

We sat down. The man, the spiritual medium began to be in a trance.... his body shaking.... while the 'spirit' went into his body, I can sense my body 'moving'.... it was Jesus..... It was about 'detoxification'........... It was so strange and real...... I was so amazed and it was Jesus teaching me something......

Part of the dream:
Inside this house or at the entrance somewhere, I saw words, Chinese words about the tiger, together with the face of the tiger.... It was a greyish tiger, instead of the yellowish brown type of coloured tiger that we used to see.... It was really a black and white tiger with Chinese words involving the character, 虎.... I only know how to read this character.... the rest of it, I don't know....

The dream I do not know where it ends or how it ends.... everything forgotten by now.

Anyway, today I had written two posts: Fu Shan Garden and Dinosaur Playground.

Later in the evening, while bringing Isaac to the garden for a walk, we saw this special cat again at Fu Shan Garden. This is not the first time I had seen this cat........ and everytime I see this cat, my 'inspiration' is the same.... about Fu Shan Garden.....

Unique Cat

Cat cleaning her body on the table.....



Fu Shan Garden Cat

The Cat scratching the wood.....

This is the mutated cat, sharing the story of FAITH.... Tiger and LION, both are CATS....................

Moulding the Future.......

THE CAT FAMILY.......

This is going to determine the Destiny of Singapore...... and moulding our nation........

Chao Yang Special School

It was a dream of a school... I was climbing up and down in the dream, mostly up... it was a central staircase, a very wide and big staircase.

Somehow, this staircase leads to my home! Strange dream, but that is the reality of dream --- any possibilities. I came to a long corridor, and I went into my house... seems to be my present house, with my gate closed, but there are people standing outside. I cannot remember who these people are, but I seemed to be 'escaping' from someone that seems to come.... These group of people said,"Remember don't open your door/gate." I said,"I know."

On my right, outside my gate, it was a person wearing orange T-shirt, a boy, and if I am not wrong, this person should be Hong Lu. It was a long corridor. But outside my house, there is no corridor. In the dream, Hong Lu is at the other end (on my right) of the corridor, facing the other people's gate...

Hong Lu is my neigbour, staying the same floor as me....

written 16 July 2010

17th July 2010
Raining outside now. I woke up 'automatically' at 5 am to hear sound of thunder outside. Then I asked Richard to wake up to close the windows in the living room.

Heavy rain pouring outside. Yesterday I had not finished my post. It was another busy day in which I had called up QiHua School Dentist..... while I called the dentist, Isaac knocked his head on the floor................ see how NS Man is being Trained!..................................................................

Anyway, I wanted to continue with what I had dreamed yesterday morning.... now I only remember so little of it. But it was about Spiritism. It was a hall. There were children 'practising'(something like acting) inside the hall. Somehow, I was 'led' here by someone. I told the person I did not need 'this sort of help' or something like that. But it was no use. I was 'drag here' and the next moment, I was waiting outside the hall for a little actress, dressed in all white..... it seems to me that I had seen her before in the TV (in the dream), but in reality, I did not see her before nor know her. In the dream, she tied up her hair, a rather fair lady who dressed in formal dress of white...... I talked about having seen her before....

The next moment, she led me to sit down in front of some 'gods' (those spiritual medium got so many 'gods' displayed on their table. These 'gods' consists of figures with long beards, black face and so on....) In this dream, the most obvious 'god' which I had seen is long beard (seemingly), and black face also if I am right.... This little actress next tell me about my date of birth...

Sitting there, opposite the little actress, inside my heart, I said,"this is not my birthday and don't believe in Spiritism".....

Next, it was an upper room which I went to... (as far as I remember now, or the sequence with Hong Lu, connecting this two dream.... cannot remember now)

Delayed Posting

The Lion King -Can you feel the love tonight Elton John


the love tonight (720p HQ HD) - Lion King + Lyrics + Subtitle

There’s a calm surrender
To the rush of day
When the heat of the rolling world
Can be turned away

An enchanted moment
And it sees me through
It’s enough for this restless warrior
Just to be with you......

(written 9 July 2010)


Photograph of Riverside Secondary School's Sculpture taken in the year 2007

I 'come back' to write my post again. This post is supposed to be written on 9 July 2010! On this day, I went to make milk for Isaac. I 'accidentally' cut my hand, right hand, somewhere on the knuckle of my right index finger..... and I wrote "Yesterday I had sore throat... I am the only one in the family to be 'sick'. I can feel my nasal canal warm, and my right eye feeling very dry and uncomfortable now...."

(continued on 12 July 2010)


I went inside Riverside Secondary School to take a photograph of this sculpture -- previously no words around it.

This sculpture is named: One Heart One Mind, Towards Greater Heights; and below this sculpture writes (symbolism) The Sculpture represents the commitment of the school in embracing and nurturing each and every Riversidian. The three figures represent pupils of differing abilities and talents that join the Riverside Family. Though they take off from different levels of developments, they are given equal opportunities and platforms to develop their talents to achieve greater heights.

How safe is our Singapore School? How I enter the school to take a photograph of this?


Side gate of Riverside Secondary School, this is the gate where I entered the school

I can don't take photograph of this, and I can don't walk into the gate as shown above, Opened widely.... But I know what I am doing. "The inner voice" within me tells me.... and the message from 'above' tells me...

Upon entering the school, I saw an old man(cleaner) walking towards the garbage store, carrying a bag of rubbish...the bag of rubbish was not full and he did not even bother who I am, entering the school...

The GATE
Do you know how many illiterate in this world? Even if people know how to read and write, HOW MANY people BOTHER TO READ NOTICE? Look at my man for example, he does not care anything! NOTICE pasted near the lift, notice pasted at the notice board, is as good as NOT CONVEYING message around. They (such kind of NS MAN that you have raised) do not bother about such things at all. Do they care how many WORDS you write, do they CARE WHAT you write in the first place? For some kind of people, they just 'enter if got hole'!


(written on 12 July 2010)

Spirit World

This is so scary. I woke up at 10 minutes before 6am... from a dreadful dream...

Before that, I was awoke at 2.15am, with the need to go toilet. After that, I was hard to sleep, with so many 'disturbance' on my mind, thinking of some thoughts.... It was some 'communication' going on.....

I can hear 'sound' and 'images' though I was not sleeping, but merely closing my eyes trying to sleep (not really trying -- but just be natural....). I know that all these is Jesus trying to teach me something about the Spirit WORLD.

It is so scary.... if I remember correctly, before this real dream, in between 230am and just now, the real dream which I was awoke from 'shock' and scare, I saw a vision of a man, bathing if I am not wrong.... I don't know why I can see this image, but it just came to my mind -- it is not dream, but I am very CONSCIOUS.

On the bed, as I experienced 'input of messages' from the 'divine', I also experienced 'results' as in on the bed, with my little Isaac beside me 'responding'....... and subsequently Richard........... it was something to do with the hand....

I must record now in case I forgot about this important dream: It involves an artiste which is not even my favourite... but before I woke up, I asked someone (forgotten who this person is -- a woman)....this woman was an 'intermediary' between this artiste in my dream, Hong Hui Fang if her name I remember correctly. Her husband is Zheng Ge Ping.... It was a funeral wake of a 'mother', Hong Hui Fang was there, at the tent where dead people lied.... It was a funeral with 'yellow' wake, those kind of Chinese funeral wake, with flowers, decoration etc...

Before this part of the wake, it was a portion of the school I dreamed of. It was a teacher squatting down. I seemed to have dropped something if I remembered correctly. This part might be wrong, but it is for sure a teacher I dreamed of.... I spoke to the teacher... forgotten the exact details, it was then the opposite side of the building(school/classrooms) I walked to...

Forgotten the details of this part... it was very vague. It seemed like some kind of room, a familiar room that I entered.... black and white image I can hardly remember now.

Use of Toilet
I was at this place, don't know where, looking for toilet cubicles. I do not know which one is male and female, but there were pictures, the head of male and head of female. The head of male, blue and the head of female, pink or orange-pink (70%orange, 30%pink)... it was familiar toilet 'head' images which I had seen before but cannot recall which building in Singapore I had seen it before.... Over here, the toilet was compartmentalized.....

At first I went into one of them, the ladies, but it seemed to belong to the children's... I walked away to another direction, looking for better and cleaner ones.... I came to a STATION, the nursing station. I pushed opened a door, which is supposed to be a lady toilet, but written some words on the door that means to said that it is the 'professional' toilet. Inside the toilet, it was not really a toilet, but a STATION, a nursing station with another door just beside this door. I walked a few steps, just one or two steps, just need to stretch my hands only. The door was LOCKED... so scary door, seemed Black.

A nurse came forward to tell me that I cannot used this toilet which only the staff can use. I had to walk away....

Then the next thing, I was running up stairs, on the stairs, looking at the left side, I can see the crucifix (flattened kind of crucifix) -- on the floor, looked like spoilt. Just another few steps on the right of this crucifix is another bigger one, looked similar, that seemed to be upright....the similar crucifix....

Looking forward, I saw the statues of Mary and St Anthony, black to bronze in colour, but more of blackish (but not totally black, something like '80% black 20% bronze combination") I was so filled with awe and amazement. I immediately know where I am.... (Mount Alvernia Hospital -- literally).... I wanted to take photographs of the crucifix, but it was raining and there were people walking behind me. I do not want to obstruct the way. I was wearing a blue hat, Giodiano Blue Hat, the one I put in my bag for Isaac... It was wet and crumpled on my head. Even though I had my umbrella, I still tried to take a photograph of the crucifix, the one lying on the floor because I want to remember the moment... Who knows I forgotten about my umbrella which by now, the rain had made my hat wet and I kept adjusting the hat (cap -- navy blue cap)....

(at this moment, Clara came to tell me about the moth in the toilet, and how yesterday in her school, she saw a big butterfly, the one which I had seen and she had seen a few times and again.... (Mariology)....))

She said she was scared to go inside toilet because of the moth flying here and there.... Later Ricsson woke up. He went into the toilet.... Clara said the Moth is gone....

***********I posting this, not posted yet, going to post, and my door bell rang.... THE BEETHOVEN TUNE......... the time is 6.35am................. *******************************

My "Little Hi Fi" is playing "Singapura...oh Singapura, pretty flowers, bloom for you and me......"

Birds tweeting....

Freedom of Speech

Dear brothers and sisters,

If what I tell you so far, in every blogs (a tool, a platform, a means of communication) that I had convey my message, is not true, then am I fit to be a disciple of Jesus Christ, OUR LORD?

Tell me, YOU Christian out there, how many Christians are there in this world? Tell me HOW MANY CATHOLICS are there in this world? How many People in SPAIN are Catholics? Do these people BELIEVE IN JESUS CHRIST?

Does it makes sense to you that JESUS came to me, JESUS wants me to convey this message of SALVATION to the people around us, the non-Christians, as well as the faithless, and the ignorants ones around us! Don't you wish to save your loved ones? Tell me, which child does not have dead parents. Do they want to see their dead parents again? Jesus promised the RESURRECTION of the DEAD.

Which of the Buddhist god, which of the Guan Yin god, or other Indian or Muslim god tells you about Resurrection? Who is the transcedent ones and who is the Living One?

The time now is 6.51am, the birds singing the same tune as what I had written in Peace Diary... Mariology and St Anthony...

* I see the time and it is 6.55 am, the children still sleeping. They need to go school. I had to pause and walk to ask them to wake up, and back here to type my work again.

Am I too free to do all these? Am I given a lot of money to do all these? Did I ask for protection money from you like what the television shows (and I cannot even protect myself, but I need the divine power of Jesus to help me!)

POWER OF JESUS
Jesus is very powerful, otherwise why people have the inspiration to sing this song:
http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/05/27/all-hail-the-power-of-jesus-name/?

I went to QiHua Primary School, the Principal's room has a statue of WHITE Guan Yin, the goddess of mercy. I told them about MY GOD, and she also said that she 'prays to her god'. Does her god save her? Go and check my blog, Peace Diary, and see that I dream of the Statue of Guan Yin, WHITE big Guan Yin also, the statue was enormously big. Did guan yin come back to life? Who has seen guan yin walking around?

BUT I had seen GOD, converse with GOD and experienced the MIRACULOUS POWER OF GOD, the HOLY SPIRIT....

Look at my favicon, it is the MOUTH. On the two nights of the soccer match, FIFA, my mouth undergo changes. I had dreams and I had VISIONS. I experienced bodily sensations as well.

THE POWER OF THE HOLY SPIRIT
1. IS LIKE MAGIC
2. Can alter your body physically
3. real healing

REAL DOCTORS SHOULD HEAL PEOPLE, and not remove body parts from your body. Removing organs, transplants, replacements of bones parts etc is not healing to the body. A real doctor, like Jesus, is the one who is a real doctor, where he got the special hand.... the hand that heals people....

All these, the public school do not learn. I come from public school, Boon Lay Secondary School, Yung An Primary School, and Jurong Junior College. I always wanted to learn about my Catholic faith, but because of family circumstances, I walked a different pathway. Never do I know that this is really my FATE. I still get to see God, and 'for this purpose', this is what God Has made me for....

The TRUTH
Look at the life and lives around us. You might be 'happy' if you are rich -- spending money on what you want. You have no worries about the necessities of life. You can afford to spend your money on your children's tuition fees, go facial, go country clubs, go spas, etc... ARE these essentials and the real needs of human beings or are they just LUXURY and a waste of money? And Look at the POOR on the streets. They can be your friends' parent, they can be your parent even or anyone you do not know. Some are beggars, some collect rubbish, others garbage etc... There are just too many poor people around us.

Is this a SOCIETY that we want to see in Singapore?

What is our PLEDGE and how well do you know the meaning of the words of our PLEDGE?

This year, the theme is FLY OUR FLAG and you put up so many Flags.... may I KNOW who is putting up the flags? IS IT "THE CITIZENS OF SINGAPORE".....

I am not going to hyperlink. You know what the PRINCIPAL of Qihua Primary School said? By Hyperlinking, I am 'advertising' myself, and I am doing all these for money sake.... Tell me, professional bloggers and webmasters out there, what is the benefits of hyperlinking to the readers? It is for CONVENIENCE to the readers, and to GIVE THE READER a CLEARER INSIGHTS to certain words that have 'inner meaning' and MORE MEANING To WORDS. YOU have to see things from ALL SORTS OF PERSPECTIVE....

By not hyperlinking, readers have to search for words themselves. When I hyperlink, I need to spend lots of time doing my own 'research' too!

Tell me, brothers and sisters, IN SINGAPORE, do you have FREEDOM? DO YOU HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH?

At home, the NS MAN, bang the table, vent all his frustrations on innocent people, his family members, OVER DBS WEBSITE. He said,"Pay one bill so troublesome!" ............

Dear SINGAPOREAN, do you think that we give birth to our children, and we want our children to die? And do we want only for the good of our children and do not want our parents?

WAKE UP SINGAPOREAN, The Merlion got a hole in the head this year. IT is a wake up call....

The NS MAN still sleeping. "WAKE UP" what is the meaning of these two words?

LIFE can be very short, and it can be very long, depending on what the GOD grants us, and most importantly, WHO YOU BELIEVE.....

*I cannot finish everything in one post, because I am not so free. I got baby lying beside me, but I will continue.... 7.30am First Letter to Singapore

Hear Our Voice

I went to QiHua Primary School to 'see' the Principal -- have an arranged meeting with her last week. I thought that I would be late. I had not even finished fed Isaac, nor was my stomach full. The whole day I am busy -- everyday attending to the family and do I have any leisure time myself? What about the man who sleep beside me? He is sleeping like a pig. Not interested to go with me. Who can I seek to help? Only my daughter... and who can help my daughter?

After coming back from QiHua Primary School, I had to busy cook for Isaac, and to prepared meals for the children as well. The whole place is so messy. What about the man? The man is still sleeping like a pig, and still don't know the time.

Clara had not finished her homework. I am hungry, and I cannot tell if Isaac is very hungry or not, but just now he had not finished eating. And it was dinner time, I need to think of what to cook and what I HAVE in the fridge in order to make a meal. I cannot cook carrying Isaac! The man is sleeping, the children have their own things to do, and reluctant as well to help.

Still, I managed to cook a meal of Macaroni soup last night. I had appointment with First Impression Dentist at 888 Plaza at 8pm (previously 430pm, but at QiHua Primary School, they called me and I told them I could not reach there in time, due to unexpected delay in time). ......Richard still accompanied me to the dentist that night...

At 888 Plaza, we saw 'unexpected happenings', really is 'abnormal' workings, out of the norm that happens there at the car park... all the cars were trapped in the carpark...

At 888 Plaza, First Impression, I got so 'fed up' with their attitude and way of working there......

Next, after much time at First Impression, we went back downstairs, and I was thinking of going back to Mount Alvernia Dentist. My man kept asking me 'what's wrong with you?" I told him umpteen times and he don't understand me. Each time I told him, he would say 'nonsense' things... Look at his own teeth! I told him,"I will not use your money! I bring you here when you got problems with your teeth" Now that I have my own problems, WHO HELP ME? MY MAN?

At 888 Plaza first floor, I suddenly saw Popular Dental Clinic. I seek 'his approval' and he was not happy. I went in and he did not like Isaac to go in. He carried Isaac. But I heard Isaac crying. I could not talk to the nurse. My heart, my mind, how to focus on the two, balance on the two... anyway, I still managed to talk to them and it was a fruitful one where I had gained additional knowledge and I think the dentist had as well -- it's an exchange of information!

Back at home, Clara was the 'victim' again. I had to attend to Isaac all day. I want to keep laundry also have no time. I need to 'look at people's face' to do work. If the MAN agreed, I can keep the laundry. The floor is so dirty within one day! Everyday I have to mop the floor. But how can? Under such kind of circumstances, how can I? I only have two hands, not 8 legs like Octopus Paul. But I am like an octopus, working all day long in all speciality. How nice if I can focus on just one SINGLE job like the man -- EARN MONEY.

Want to eat fruits also got problems. I asked Clara to help. I asked her to wash and then I cut later. She brought everything and who knows what happened, she suddenly dropped the plate and broke it. I did not scold her. Instead, the FATHER raised his voice, REPRIMANDED him, SCOLDED him, KICKED, PUSHED things around, "XXXXXXXXX" Clara 'lie' on the floor.............................................................................

How can I help this family?

This is a crazy world.... WHO CAN HELP ME?

When I want to HELP PEOPLE, WHO CAN HELP ME as well..... what am I talking?

RATIONAL? (Qihua primary school's PRINCIPAL asked me)

Am I not a RATIONAL person? I don't even know the meaning of RATIONAL when the principal talk to me. But I can roughly guess.

Rational? Is the NS MAN RATIONAL?

Everyday on the computer. He said,"I quit work and then I can spend more time at home with the family, help out family.." Just now, he said,"If I go out to work, who you ask for help?" This is not the first time he said.

Last night, He VENTED HIS ANGER at us, innocent victims FOR THE GOVERNMENT WEBSITE. Is it MY FAULT? .........................................

Saving LIVES

The 'enemy' is waiting at the gate, waiting for opportunities!

Yesterday the principal of QiHua Primary School called me. I was shopping (marketing) at Cold Storage @ Causeway Point. She said that she was very upset by what I had written on my blogs and that she was crying...

What is she crying over?

How much tears had I shed then? FOR MYSELF?

WHO DO I LIVE FOR?

FOR MYSELF?

DO you know what are you doing?

How many lives are IN YOUR HANDS?

We are going to fight for TERRORISM! HEAL THE WORLD!



An 'ordinary' pigeon (not so ordinary in fact -- with special plumage) that appear at Causeway Point Woodlands Station. It APPEARED not able to fly....

Ordinary Folks do not have names printed on them... Can you recognise the good from the bad?



Photograph of SECURITY GUARD ROOM at St Anthony Primary School

Be Vigilant. Be Resilient.
Be United Against Terrorism.
Be As ONE...

Yesterday, at BLK 825 WOODLANDS, the ROAD where I dreamed of, ANOTHER DEATH was claimed... Look at their RELIGION. I did not walk past the place. However, I saw yellow tent, so I assume and suspect that must be the Taoist or Buddhist kind of Funeral.

REALITY OF FAITH
This is no longer a secret. I am the disciple of Jesus Christ, the true God, ONE LORD, ONE GOD. Regardless of what YOU MAY SAY OR THINK, this is the TRUTH.

Who am I LIVING FOR?

Who are my loved ones, who are my family?

A Fishing Village

Birds tweeting and chirping outside. Early in the morning, this urban city feels like a "modern village" with the sound of birds in the air, with occasional motor sound (from motorcycle).

Such a peaceful place.......

This is yet another dream. Richard and I seemed to have arrived at this fishing village by boat on the left hand side (the sea)... At the centre was 'the stream'. Supposed to take another boat to go to another destination which we can see from our eyes. I talked on the phone (handphone) to someone, forgotten who this person was. He was supposed to wait at the berth...

At first, there were boat on the 'stream' and we were supposed to do a transfer from the place that we had arrived. Suddenly as we were transiting, buses seemed to arrived. Each vehicle parked one in front of another. The first bus parked in front of the boat, blocking the boat. The second one, in front of this bus, 'weird bus' -- there were no driver on the bus. It seemed like a double decker bus, but there is no double deck. It is just a bus with 'terrazzo' kind of seats. The first seat was empty. At first, Richard could not decide where to sit. He wanted to go behind, and I stopped him. He wanted to sit in front and I again stopped him. The back of the bus was so steep. It was like 90 degree slope downwards immediately behind this second seat that we were going to sit. I told him that this second seat is better because there was a hand railing for us to grab. The front seat does not have any hand railing at all since there was no front seat in front of it (as it was the first seat). This second seat that we were seating is quite a long 'bench' that can sit three people. On the other side of the seat, a young man came to sit down. I let Richard went in first, so that made Richard sitting at the middle of this second row of seat on this bus. I sat beside Richard, facing outside, feeling 'insecured'.... scared of what is to come later on -- the bus is like the roller coaster. It is like going to plunge, it is like going to go so fast. I am scare of the speed and the momentum... Richard is the lucky one...

At this 'stream' that we had taken the 'special bus', I saw the modern bus of present time, the SMRT buses... red and black... On the right hand side, the fishing village. There were berth, white in colour, raised above the mud... the familiar 'mangrove' kind of mud places where mudskipper would play in it.... No water was seen. It was just muddy kind of view...

Next, the 'boat' moved. I asked the 'captain' of the boat about how frequent he worked and he said,"everyday". I asked him "what about Saturday and Sunday?" He did not work on Sunday.

The boat seemed to go to our destination, just diagonally across the junction. However, it did not turn in. Instead, it had a detour, moving to the right hand side. Then I saw more berth, all white in colour. This means that I had to wait longer, at least four to five more berth before I can reach my destination, which is so near and yet so far... Two people, also in white, are still waiting for me at the berth...

Another part of the dream, I was at the lift, waiting for lift, going up to the insurance company. A lady was by my side, someone who is perhaps my colleague, whom I never see before. I asked her how long she had worked with the insurance company. I wanted to go upstairs to get EFYC printout. I asked her such information, whether I could get it from the company... Then she told me that if I did not have any activities for the whole month or something like that, then the company would not give me any record (something like that)...

Next, on the bus, not a modern bus, but a short bus, and it was traveling on the kind of 'old clay road' (with a row of green grass in between the orange clay road). The bus opened the door to let people alight or aboard at the front. Upon closing the door, a piece of big paper crumpled and folded, dropped out through the gap of the door below it. The driver never noticed, and I informed the driver. It was a very big piece of paper that seem to be the kind of wax paper material -- a bit of translucent and 'thick' with black pencil lines markings on it.

The last part of the dream is very vague and I cannot totally recall nor remember anything, but it 'seem to be' -- I was sitting in a place, pew? I don't know, but sitting and 'seem like' father John Paul I dreamed of ) or literally...

Mariology

It was a dream that people asked the PIG to save the village from flood at Bukit Batok... then I read about the Miraculous Medal, a piece of paper that 'appeared' in the book 'miraculously'.... Yesterday, I went to church to ask for this medal. I bought 2 of them. Seeing one of them brought back my memories... (My First Holy Communion Gifts). I bought the medals and quickly left the shop to attend Mass. While climbing the stairs, I heard the church bell rang. Mass was starting. I quickly hurried -- I need the priest to bless it before I went to Mass. Luckily Father Cyril's room was opened and I had him blessed the Medals.

The entrance hymn was O Beauty, Ancient and New... 14th Sunday of Ordinary Times...

This morning, I had a dream...

It was a 'monument' and somehow, my mother and I was on this monument. I alighted first and then I need to help my mother down. My mother 'injured' herself in the process. I was so worried. I asked her,"Mother, are you alright?" My mother 'said' she had injured her head and hands... She was not able to speak properly, very weak. She was so light. I was carrying Isaac and I also need to carry her. I kept crying for her as she never respond... and then I told her that I would carry her home, heading towards my home...

This place (the monument) that I dreamed that we had alighted from, was at Woodlands Plaza 888-- the place where the Chinese normally have their seventh month activities there...........it was just infront of the coffee shop.

After alighting from the monument, 'we' ran along the pavements. Ricsson was soon passed across the road. The road was so busy. There were many vehicles on the road. The road was real, the place that I dreamed was real also, exactly like what is now the current WOODLANDS Plaza 888 and the common road (along Causeway Point To Woodlands Plaza 888) I think this place that I frequent is called 888 Plaza to be exact...

The people present were my mother's grandsons and grand-daughter and myself. On the road that we were running, I suddenly remembered the things that were left behind and forgotten to bring home. It was the oranges. As I was carrying my mother in my arms, I shouted to Ricsson who had dashed across the road,"Son, Son... (pronounced as: 神 or (shen))...

Beside me was Clara. I asked her instead to go back to the place to take the orange....

It was KBS again that I dreamed. This part of the dream seem to be before this monument part. It was about "HOME"... I had forgotten what exactly happen at the "Home", it was my home, and KBS was here as guest perhaps.........

Not A Dream

Friday morning, I 'woke up', the usual 'morning exercise' (carrying Isaac, rocking him, comforting him to sleep)... I suddenly SAW the Image of the STATUE of MARY. It was the crown of Mary, the upper part of Mary that I see. I never see the face, but part of the head and the STARS on the head. It was a big Statue (Big head), and it was WHITE... It was a very fast vision of Mary...

Yesterday I tried searching for this image of Mary that I had seen. There was no where I can find it. However, it still looked like the one I had posted on 7 July 2008 (and dreamed of it).

On this day, St Anthony Church called... Kenny called on behalf of Father Terence...

Today, this morning, I had a dream. It was a strange dream about PIG and village people... I was with Richard and pushing the pram. We walked past a shophouse. The shophouse was very old and inside one of the shop, there were no more stalls inside (a big coffeeshop). In this big space of coffeshop, the interior was all ... don't know how to say, but the image was like those of 'demolish' work or under construction kind of work going on -- but more of the former, except one stall at the front of the whole shop was opened. This shop was selling noodles, the kind of Hong Kong yellow noodles, and there were red coloured 'cha shao' meat (roasted pork) hanging on the display cabinet. Richard and I was trying to walk past this stall, with tables and chairs aligned closely in front of the stall. It was blocking the passageway. It was so hard to walk past this narrow passageway. While walking, I looked at the food being sold -- those people sitting on the stool, eating from the bowls. The food did not look good to me. Richard and I seemed to be going to the next road across or opposite of this place, to find food to eat or something like that.

Another part of the dream, it was Bukit Batok I dreamed of. However, it was not exactly like the Bukit Batok now that we see. The place is like a 'village', old, and I had forgotten what had happened, but in my mind now, I can only remember someone going into a room, perhaps the pig sty -- to ask the pig to save 'them'. The pig was like so 'lazy' sleeping or not doing anything in the sty/room. But people come 'knocking' to ask/beg the pig to help save 'them'.... It was a big pig that I saw. In the dream, I seemed to be the 'witness' of the dream!!!! What a dream? Myself witnessing my own.......

I went to Admiralty Secondary School this morning. It was raining, at first I do not know if I wanted to go. But later the rain stopped and we went to listen to the talk organized by the school...

Before I left the school, it was this 'teacher' who was playing the piano... she was playing 'Top of the world'... what a nice feeling....

On the way back, I did some photography (....sometimes our actions are so 'unpredictable'... did we want to do things out of our own will or .... complicated...) I saw beautiful sight -- a flying KITE! A red flying kite flying above the STATE LAND....

Next, we walked to Woodlands Mart to buy lunch. We saw ...........people died again...... it was Blk 770, the Chinese Wake... the name of the person was displayed on the "Blanket Banners" displayed on the road which at first I did not even know was dead people there..... The name of the deceased was He Guo Jiang (in Han Yu Pin Yin)....