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href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>460</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-6409082915961725574</id><published>2012-01-20T18:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T18:12:07.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thebigview.com/pastlife/"&gt;Who were you in your last life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TL: Your past life diagnosis:I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Ireland around the year 1475. Your profession was that of a artist, magician or fortune teller.Your brief psychological profile in your past life:Bohemian personality, mysterious, highly gifted, capable to understand ancient books. With a magician's abilities, you could have been a servant of dark forces.The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:Your task is to learn, to love and to trust the universe. You are bound to think, study, reflect, and to develop inner wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;RT: Your past life diagnosis:I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Bulgaria around the year 1600. Your profession was that of a jeweler or watch-maker.Your brief psychological profile in your past life:Inquisitive, inventive, you liked to get to the very bottom of things and to rummage in books. Talent for drama, natural born actor.The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:Your lesson is to learn discretion and moderation and then to teach others to do the same. Your life will be happier if you help those who lack reasoning.Do you remember now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-6409082915961725574?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6409082915961725574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=6409082915961725574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/6409082915961725574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/6409082915961725574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2012/01/past-life.html' title='Past Life'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-3891832246705349332</id><published>2011-11-08T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T21:40:00.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Health</title><content type='html'>Came back from 'hospital' on 28 October 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Went to Isaac 'school' on 29 October 2011 for orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look at my 'new' diary.  The last entry was dated 7 October 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.isaactoh.com/later-mummy-died"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What had happened&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;=============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was hospitalized yet again.  This is the second time I was hospitalized (not childbirth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2009/11/13/hospitalized/"&gt;Previous hospitalization&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/30/jesus-my-master/"&gt;Following Jesus&lt;/a&gt;Jesus said to me one morning. He ‘appeared’ in my room. He said,”Follow Me.” He sent me several messages. 32nd Sunday, 8 November 2009 St Anthony’s Bulletin wrote: Following Jesus requires a tremendous amount of trust, because He often takes us to unexpected places that require new growth, sacrifices, and reaching beyond the boundaries of what’s familiar and comfortable….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Mystery.  Why like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Am I redundant here?  He said,"When you are in hospital, everything was fine.  Isaac never looked for you."  Everything seemed to be fined.  The children can do so without me.  So was He.  Went to NTUC Fairprice at &lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/888-plaza"&gt;888 Plaza&lt;/a&gt;. It was newly renovated.  For so many days, ever since I was discharged, this was the first time we went NTUC Fairprice.  I had the coupons to purchase the kitchen cookware set as well as buying grocery for the home.  The total cost was about $150 (exact: $154.45).  He was not happy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-3891832246705349332?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3891832246705349332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=3891832246705349332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/3891832246705349332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/3891832246705349332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2011/11/mental-health.html' title='Mental Health'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-140758432387031003</id><published>2011-07-12T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T23:29:05.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teban gardens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese psychic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese mediums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pilgrimage tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughing buddha shrine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realistic dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese tarot card'/><title type='text'>Laughing Buddha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WFHXU7V0fQY/Thxmk_UlyUI/AAAAAAAAQH0/Ksthcpr3SpE/s1600/CIMG1980.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WFHXU7V0fQY/Thxmk_UlyUI/AAAAAAAAQH0/Ksthcpr3SpE/s400/CIMG1980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628486419965397314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This morning I had a special dream.  I saw the 'woman medium'... It was her house...  Teban Gardens (Blk 33).  At her house, I was so surprised that I saw her (like so real) -- since I had not seen her or even think of her at all all these years.  She was still in short hair and looked fair and plumb.  Standing behind her was a shrine -- and&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2011/05/25/the-holy-trinity/"&gt; I saw&lt;/a&gt; it was the Laughing Buddha statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, it was revealed to me about the husband!  I saw the husband disguised as the &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2011/03/15/drawing-a-likeness/"&gt;Laughing Buddha&lt;/a&gt; now and he was walking along the shrine, shaking the head and body as though walking in a Ching Gay Procession.  The head mask was like that of the Chinese "Big Head Doll" (大头娃娃).  Laughing Buddha had a big tummy, but this one had a flat tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, in this same place, I roamed about the place, walking up and down the building.  I went to the first floor, but the door was sealed -- really sealed up with bricks.  I had to reverse back and went up the building again...  At the second floor, it was a restaurant known as "XX white crane restaurant"  (a Chinese Restaurant)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something 'coincident' had happened around the neighbourhood yesterday, 11 July 2011 (Monday).  It was the death of a Malay and the death of a Chinese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-140758432387031003?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.peacebella.com/2011/07/12/laughing-buddha/' title='Laughing Buddha'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/140758432387031003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=140758432387031003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/140758432387031003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/140758432387031003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2011/07/laughing-buddha.html' title='Laughing Buddha'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WFHXU7V0fQY/Thxmk_UlyUI/AAAAAAAAQH0/Ksthcpr3SpE/s72-c/CIMG1980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-9051189559130297251</id><published>2011-06-22T11:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T11:44:06.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-destruction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thickness of blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship woes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woes to me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damn me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road to the tombstone'/><title type='text'>Health or Wealth</title><content type='html'>Excuses, excuses and excuses.  Lazy people are full of excuses.  Unmotivated, Undisciplined, full of excuses.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese saying: Marriage is the road to the grave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No wonder women are so short life (women at my side, women at his side seemed to have long life...the contrary)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So free to play games, facebook games!  When asked to do work, said,"You think I so free har, Don't need earn money har!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends thought that staying at home to work means EASY EARN MONEY.  Passive Income, don't need to do anything and can have money coming in!  Who did not think of that?  Who do not have ideas?  But the problem is THE PEOPLE want to DO something about it a not, or did he KNOW or UNDERSTAND?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is THE WIFE?  TO VENT HIS FRUSTRATION when FRIENDS sms him and he is stucked...  "You think I so rich har?  You think I earn money so easy har?  You think I at home so free har?"  and then what I see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woes To Me.  MAK JIU DA STAMP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-9051189559130297251?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/9051189559130297251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=9051189559130297251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/9051189559130297251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/9051189559130297251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2011/06/health-or-wealth.html' title='Health or Wealth'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-8952151198660274825</id><published>2011-03-24T15:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T00:42:46.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turning point of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catholic life and death'/><title type='text'>Dreamlands</title><content type='html'>Dreams:&lt;br /&gt;22 March 2011 -- No Ordinary Hand&lt;br /&gt;Saw three boats ('Kayaking') near an island, messy grasslands with messy growths.  From afar a house ('kelong'), I saw these scene.  It was about the 'orange snake'.  Someone in the kelong (a woman dressed in Malay sarong) told someone that he is no ordinary guy. He is extraordinary...&lt;br /&gt;Next, it was about Terence.  He seemed to be at Blk 499 but later, it was Blk 212 Woodlands we were going to look for him....  A long dream, shall not elaborate more.  Richard went to the toilet.  His right hand rubbed away water on the wall.  Next, the bubbles form various shapes on the wall (Squares, triangles), of various colours (blue, red..)  &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/10/09/words-art/"&gt;Words appeared on the water bubbles of the walls&lt;/a&gt;.  Richard told me that these words are the words that advertisers or doctors used for communication...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 March 2011 -- Lake with Brackish water&lt;br /&gt;Another long dream.  Managed to recall this part while I was watching Sorcerer's Apprentice.  On this day, I also watched another Japanese Movie titled Goodbye, My Secret Friend.  At the circular lake, 3 persons were on the boat, including me.  I said,"This boat so small how to accommodate three persons?"  In this dream, appeared my family members...&lt;br /&gt;Next scene was that of Boon Lay Shopping Centre.  It was a middle stairs, somewhere near the back of the shopping centre.  At the back of the stairs was a Chinese Medical Hall (located on the first floor).  In the dream, it was exactly the same as what it used to be, really got a Chinese Medical Hall or shop there.  At first, I was on the second floor.  Strangely, the second floor was a hospital (but in reality, it was a big furniture shop the last time I went).  At the hospital, I need to do something.  But a woman dressed in light green called out to me saying,"Can you help me look after my baby?"  I wondered,"Why would someone not look after her own children?"  The baby was crying and crying.&lt;br /&gt;Later, I wanted to go downstairs.  I walked down the stairs to the Chinese Medical Shop.  The woman in maternity dress was there!  I asked her,"Where is your baby?"&lt;br /&gt;I had not seen this woman before.  She was a Chinese.  She might have just given birth to the baby -- that's why she was still wearing maternity dress, and her tummy was still there.  But I don't understand why she wanted me to look after the baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 March 2011 -- Chinese Traditional Wedding&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a very very bad headache, extremely painful after watching the Japanese Movie, Goodbye My Secret Friend.  The whole night I cannot sleep well.  Suddenly, I was 'possessed'.  It was a dream, but a seemingly real dream, happening at the same bed I was sleeping, but literally it was at a hospital.  A nurse attended to me.  Something unusual about this nurse.  I did not see her face, but managed to watch her legs or 'underbody'.  She wore a white dress, those olden times white uniform dress of the nurse.  And the most scary part was she got no legs at all.  She attended to me, asking me to sit on the chair next to the bed.  Next, I was being tied to the chair, white chair.  She cut my finger nails next.  She was so good at cutting the nails, very good.  I was impressed.  Next, she went out.  Sitting at the chair, I waited and waited and no sign of her.  The belt over my waist was getting tighter...  I recalled my experiences at &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2009/11/13/hospitalized/"&gt;Tan Tock Seng Hospital&lt;/a&gt;...  It was so scary.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, I got up and quickly got out of the place to have a good look at what was happening.  It was doctor Koh and some others present, like  a conference.  Red was seemingly everywhere, a good occasion -- the doctors got business, the family got new babies perhaps.  At a turn of the place, I saw a little cone 'mountain'.  People had come here to place their golden dragons on this little black mountain with holes.  The golden dragons looked like the Merlion.  I wanted to do so, but think twice...  Next, I saw on my right, a priest dressed in purple.  He was doing that as well!  Some people followed him.   Then I saw Dr Koh choosing some gifts for his 'clients' (Patients).  Someone suggested to him.  It was very cheap -- $6 and $7.  He decided to buy these gifts.  Next, they were hanged at the counter (above the red lanterns).  Someone said it was not a good idea to hang that way, but still it was being hang there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last scene happens at a HDB house, a corridor unit with windows facing the corridors.  I was present in the house, together with my family members, the most conspicuous one was my father.  He was dressed in his Montagut black shirt, his hair combed neatly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were in a bedroom talking and then suddenly I had to walk to the other room, and saw rain, lots of water pouring into the other bedroom, just beside the living room.  But in this bedroom, there is no corridor on the left.  The rain just poured in.  I had to ask the people to quickly close the window otherwise the electrical applicances in the house would spoil, especially the air-con which is near the window.  At that moment, I recalled how the 'possession' had 'saved' the situation (otherwise, I would not have known about these...)  Next, I saw a procession going on.  It was a wedding procession, that of the ancient Chinese Wedding... with white lanterns, and men wearing pants and ribbons 'marching' outside the corridors.  I was so worried at that moment and I prayed....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first part of the morning dream.  The whole night was so peaceful, except for some strange sound to be heard -- footsteps sound, weird 'cries', and sound from Richard's sleep.  Isaac was sleeping so well.  After Isaac woke up, I carried him and he slept again.  This time round, I had another dream about NUS Lecture Theatre Hall.  Some boys were kicking balls inside the lecture theatre.  How can they do that?  I thought.  Next, I asked them to stop, but none of them listened.  I approached the student leaders.  I asked,"Who are these people?"  Their answers were,"Chinese Orchestra"!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the right side of the lecture theatre.  It was an open space that led to the (swimming) pool.  There were steps, all covered with blue dirty water.  I walked down the steps (of great height and depth).  Climbing up was more difficult.  As I climbed up the stairs (like those of stadium seats), I could see swordfish in the water.  I had to shun them.  However, I was not that lucky.  One of the swordfish bite me.  It was so painful that I had to shake it off.  My flesh just got being pulled as well...  Finally, I managed to pull it out (and my flesh was so painful).  Walking up, I saw that the water was so dirty in this pool.  Hiding in the stairs were more swordfish, even longer and curling up!  The mouth so long and sharp...  such a scary sight.  I looked ahead and saw my relative there (fourth aunt, same surname as Richard)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-8952151198660274825?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.peacebella.com/2008/09/09/heaven-is-a-place-on-earth/' title='Dreamlands'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8952151198660274825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=8952151198660274825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/8952151198660274825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/8952151198660274825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2011/03/dreamlands.html' title='Dreamlands'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-6959174234153368464</id><published>2011-03-18T18:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T18:19:14.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yesterday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clay road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new path'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soil'/><title type='text'>Creating New Path</title><content type='html'>Today I dreamed of making the road.  I pushed away the bus, the olden days bus which was painted in red and white.  The road was made of clay.  I was leveling the clay path...  Richard was with me.  There was a long channel of road, all the way straight ahead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-6959174234153368464?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6959174234153368464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=6959174234153368464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/6959174234153368464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/6959174234153368464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2011/03/creating-new-path.html' title='Creating New Path'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-5476491852596322190</id><published>2011-03-02T22:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:45:49.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roman catholic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belief of the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supernatural intervention of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='descendents of the dragon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christianity'/><title type='text'>Number Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2011/02/27/unidentified-aerial-phenomenon-uap/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QB1gBuHosvU/TW5SrbMKZgI/AAAAAAAAQFw/1RKoC5Kcelk/s1600/CIMG2625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QB1gBuHosvU/TW5SrbMKZgI/AAAAAAAAQFw/1RKoC5Kcelk/s400/CIMG2625.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579487894345246210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Today Ricsson and his friends went to watch the movie, Number Four.  Richard and I brought Isaac to the garden to play ball.  I used my key to scrape the bark of the tree trunk of this number four butterfly tree.  It was brown!!!  Manson told me about using keys to scrape the trunk of the tree (to test if they are still surviving).  I scraped the number three and number two butterfly trees on the left of the tree.  Both of them appeared green, and both plants (and all other butterfly trees there) were surviving, except the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2010/04/15/descent-of-the-holy-spirit/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;number FOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1 March 2011: 2 dreams&lt;br /&gt;1.  Dream of people of Unfamiliar faces whom I had never seen before nor know them.  The place was Japan.  Initially it was at an airport.  A woman (not young, middle to old aged) was standing near the railing.  A man of strong built came.  He came to 'silence' her.  The woman &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2011/03/01/oppression/"&gt;could not do anything&lt;/a&gt;.  The woman was brought to a room next at the other corner of the 'corridor'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another young woman went off at this point (when the woman and the man went to the room).  This young woman went to another place to look for a person (which now appeared in my dream and was in Japan).  I was surprised to see that I was looking out of the window now.  Looking out of the window from the room, I saw a man among a landscape that I had never seen before.  It was a natural landscape of Japan.  The young woman came to tell the man about the woman held captive and asked her to rescue her.  However, when I turned my head, it was not the woman anymore!  On the table (bed) at the centre of the room was a VERY BIG (ENORMOUS) DOG, being 'pinned' down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A different scene altogether.  I was at a shop.  Looking inside the glass panel of the shop display, I could see various fish cakes.  2 circular fish cakes caught my attention.  I stretched out &lt;a href="http://www.isaactoh.com/right-hand-of-god"&gt;my right hand&lt;/a&gt; and took the fish cakes.  Walking into the shop later, I was surprised to see that the shop was covered with glass.  How did my hand managed to go in at first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this shop (inside the shop, at the back of it), a man suddenly walked out.  It was a Chinese.  As I was standing there, I was shunning the smell of the burning incense.  I does not like the smell (as in reality).  In the dream, the smell was exactly the same and smoky as in people burning incense.  At this place, it was even more because it was the place of the medium.  The man told the other people to stop the burning (for me).  Next, he invited me into the shop, wanted to offer me their service (which I had no intentions or need to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I tell them that I am a Catholic, pointing to the cross on my chest (the necklance hanging on the neck).  It was exactly like what I am wearing now, the golden cross, appearing in my dream.  In the dream, I need to tell them the truth of Jesus, being a disciple of Jesus Christ.  But they speak Chinese and I need to try to tell them -- Jesus the King of kings, God of gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a real dream that I was even conscious about it, wondering why I dreamed of unfamiliar faces and even Japan, in the first part!  Next, scenes of some people appeared in my brain.  I saw a wedding couple, dressed in white.  They seemed to appeared in a picture frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  It was Prudential Day.  I had to bring along my tickets in order to gain entry for this big event.  At home, I had reminded myself to bring the tickets.  However, when I reached the place, I realized that I had forgotten to bring the tickets!  But before I arrived at this location of Prudential Day, on the top of the bus, I met Michael Toh (Richard's brother)!  He seemed to be hiding something and did not say the truth.  After some chatting, I asked him some questions and decided to call Richard (who was at home at his mother's house -- at Farrer Road).  Through the phone, I realized that Richard had gone out with the mother to Sentosa (to have lunch with someone by the name of Geoffrey).  In the dream, it was as though everything was so real.  Richard seemed to have told me that Geoffrey wanted to have a lunch with his mother (to thank her).  The time arranged was like 11.30am.  And who knows, everything was happening so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the premises of Prudential Day, at the registration counter (lobby), I saw some people sitting behind the table on the left.  There were some familiar faces like Berry, Elsie and others around.  I told them that I had forgotten my tickets, and wondered if I could go in.  Deep in me, I already knew the answer, but I just tried.  Anyway, my heart was not going to be there.  I decided to go Sentosa to look for Richard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked off from Prudential.  Surprisingly, it was Raffles Place area.  I was walking and walking and the direction I was heading to was Marina Square.  I walked along some shops (that looked like Boat Quay).  At a bread shop (with various patterns of bread shown through the glass door and panels), I turned right (opposite the shop).  Just opposite this shop is a pathway (a short cut), a tunnel that could link to Marina Square!  It is white in colour.  There was a white gate, and stairs were going down to this tunnel.  I walked down.  Along this tunnel, there were pets -- hamsters.  So many visitors and tourists were taking photographs of these hamsters.  I joined in.  But before I do that, I waited for the crowds to clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the tunnel (about 3/4 of the tunnel), I began to wonder if Richard would be still there.  I began to call him.  Next, I realized that the tunnel led me to Sentosa!  He waited for me at somewhere.  Before I arrived at our meeting point, I saw on my right a stream (or big/wide river).  There were 2 big blue ships that passed by.  These were the Police Ships!  The lights were even on -- blue and red.  In the dream, I was so marvelled at the sight.  It was first time I saw such a big Police Ship and there were two such ships just on my right.  Further up, my meeting place with Richard.  We had our meal at a table (Shangri la hotel).  Before I could finish my food, the waitor had cleared the table.  Richard did not help at all.  It was the dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, it was time to meet Richard's mother (further up).  I was surprised that Richard's mother was not Richard's mother face at all!  Richard's mother face was so fat.  Her face was like that of my neighbour residing at fourth floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 March 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgot details of the dream, but Andorra was present in my dream.  She seemed to show me an escape route.  I crossed the place where she brought me.  It was a door to a building/room.  Upon crossing the door (entering) on the left hand side, I realized that it was so elevated, so high up when I looked down.  I was holding on to the horns of the dragon sculpture!  The dragon sculpture was made of bronze, appearing dark brown.  It was so rigid and I held tightly onto the horns, so afraid of falling down.  Holding onto the horns, I looked down, it was such a great height I needed to climb down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pbqUhiJ9-FY/TW5UucIAXWI/AAAAAAAAQF4/c9uv9QWqks8/s1600/CIMG2915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pbqUhiJ9-FY/TW5UucIAXWI/AAAAAAAAQF4/c9uv9QWqks8/s400/CIMG2915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579490145159109986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, While Ricsson went to watch movie with friends, the rest of us came to Fu Shan Garden.  So many of the exercise equipments were spoilt!  On the ground, so many revealing white tiles (Broken white tiles hidden in the soil) and even broken glasses (and more.)  The time was about 6.30pm...  we were soon about to go home.  I suddenly saw this metal strip on the floor for the first time.  Was it 'soil erosion' the caused of this?  As I was wondering its risk being there -- children or people might get tripped, I heard a "POMP" sound on my right side of me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-5476491852596322190?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.peacebella.com/2011/02/27/unidentified-aerial-phenomenon-uap/' title='Number Four'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5476491852596322190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=5476491852596322190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/5476491852596322190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/5476491852596322190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2011/03/number-four.html' title='Number Four'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QB1gBuHosvU/TW5SrbMKZgI/AAAAAAAAQFw/1RKoC5Kcelk/s72-c/CIMG2625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-1998591223010229626</id><published>2011-02-23T15:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T16:00:45.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not free excuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='role model for children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy with facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immorality of man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook earn money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preaching and actions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loads of crabs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='head of the house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earn money excuse'/><title type='text'>Nose Bleeding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vjXr6N136Ao/TWS6kxmBP3I/AAAAAAAAQFo/SZY7fBtl1aI/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-23%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.35.13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vjXr6N136Ao/TWS6kxmBP3I/AAAAAAAAQFo/SZY7fBtl1aI/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-23%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.35.13.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576787379542376306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He commented, "Nose Bleeding."  He seen the video.  He commented on other people as well.  He is very free definitely or is he earning money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just went to see doctor yesterday regarding his nose and eyes!  He spent $30 and waited so long to see the doctor, early in the morning as soon as the clinic opened.  He wanted to go a few days earlier, but went yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How he treated people....  especially....  and how he had said how busy he was and need to earn money.  Yet, no matter how much he earns, it is not enough.  No matter how much he earns, it is always the same old story...................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when 'his things' go wrong, he wants to put the blame on people...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disgusted.  I am so disgusted by this video.  How would someone even want to sit and watch it (stayed with it) for 5 minutes.  It is so meaningless and cheap, even the mere thought of it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he went to see doctor for what reason?  Exactly "nose bleeding"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart stabbed.  Heavily pierced.  Vice....   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addictions....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hooked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-1998591223010229626?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1998591223010229626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=1998591223010229626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/1998591223010229626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/1998591223010229626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2011/02/nose-bleeding.html' title='Nose Bleeding'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vjXr6N136Ao/TWS6kxmBP3I/AAAAAAAAQFo/SZY7fBtl1aI/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-23%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.35.13.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-2324641974895607250</id><published>2011-02-16T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T22:11:17.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Evolution</title><content type='html'>This morning, I dreamed of a tent on the right. I ran to it. On the wall was a big portrait of an ancient man, dressed in red. There were Chinese words written on it. I had forgotten the words. On the wall hanged packets of "肉干" (Bak Gwa -- Chinese dried meat). Later I saw that 'it moved'... -- I wore the costume for the Chinese actor.... The ancient man was so huge. The Chinese actor resembled him. Later, it was running and to show his stature, he knocked into the ceiling of the corridor. This corridor was that of the hospital, a long and bright corridor with adjoining doors. At the end of it were 2 rooms. On the left, the doctor's room had no name on it. The door was so dirty (the name erased). Apparently, there was a changed in the doctor(s). The room on the right, we intend to enter, but was blocked... Outside, we talked to the nurse and made enquires...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my second brother talking to the nurse... (don't wish to mention...) Surprisingly, I saw my fifth aunt in the dream too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-2324641974895607250?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2324641974895607250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=2324641974895607250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/2324641974895607250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/2324641974895607250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2011/02/re-evolution.html' title='Re-Evolution'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-6669003044054332618</id><published>2011-02-07T15:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T15:16:40.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore flyers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='master of the universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alpha cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mos burger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god is looking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tembusu tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home sweet home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big fish small fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children of god at work'/><title type='text'>Home Builder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TU-axn5KBZI/AAAAAAAAQFQ/T6_sC0p8aU0/s1600/CIMG1897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TU-axn5KBZI/AAAAAAAAQFQ/T6_sC0p8aU0/s400/CIMG1897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570841441393575314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大鱼吃小鱼。小鱼吃小小鱼。。。People thought that they are the 'master of their home', building their own home, by their own effort... but everything is &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/09/providence.html"&gt;providence&lt;/a&gt;, under the '&lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/the-art-of-god"&gt;works of God&lt;/a&gt;'.  Look &lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/eye-of-god"&gt;who is looking at us&lt;/a&gt;, the ultimate &lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/the-reign-of-god"&gt;BUILDER OF THE UNIVERSE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Building Bird's Nest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just come back from &lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/causeway-point"&gt;Causeway Point&lt;/a&gt;, ate lunch at &lt;strong&gt;Mos Burger&lt;/strong&gt;.  At the gate, Richard saw a bird to our corridor garden.  The bird had come to 'steal' our hay.  This morning, I saw it and it flew away -- the beak holding the hay (or more precisely coconut husk).  And now, Richard had seen the bird again and this time the brown hay in the pot was being pulled until quite messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SgFlyers: &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/12/09/mysteries/"&gt;Flyers Distribution AT the door&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was looking out for the bird, we heard footstep sound coming near the lift.  Turning our head, we saw a man dressed in orange T-shirt with the words "&lt;strong&gt;SgFlyers&lt;/strong&gt;" and "we print, design and distribute" printed on the T-shirt.  Dressed in black pants, and had curly hair, he wanted to give me the flyer, but I did not want it.  The flyer contains a picture of a car.  Then he just walked away, heading to my neighbour's house.  Next, I asked him about who asked him to do all this distribution and he ignored me -- leaving you to wonder if he is deaf or dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TU-axcDuP8I/AAAAAAAAQFI/q7A7A8L61uM/s1600/CIMG1868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TU-axcDuP8I/AAAAAAAAQFI/q7A7A8L61uM/s400/CIMG1868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570841438216667074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alpha Cat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back, at somewhere near my old house, the place where the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inspirationpeek.com/tembusu-tree"&gt;Tembusu Tree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was, I saw a black and white cat which looked like the "Alpha cat".  I walked towards it.  It was indeed Alpha Cat.  He mewed to me.  He could recognize me just as I could recognized him.  However, I did not understand his language.  That must be a sign of greetings I supposed.  The 'owner' told me that he was very fierce and that other cats saw him would leave him far far away.  He told me that this cat being an alpha cat, is the highest order in the cat hierarchy.  His facial look was indeed different from other cats.  Notice his distinctive and unique yellow eyes.  The good samaritan had taken him for vaccination and sterilization after he was being abandoned by someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richard's Spectacle Ear Rest Dropped&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had finished ate at Mos Burger, we walked around.  While Isaac and me were looking at soft toys, he suddenly said that he had lost his spectacle's ear rest (right side).  He went back to Mos Burger to find.  Of course he could not find.  He added that he had asked the cleaners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Safety In Your Hands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him hanging his glasses out of his pocket (one ear rest sticking out of the pocket).  This is not the first time...  Staying in the house and knowing him for so long................ &lt;strong&gt;The Lord is my strength&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a Small World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Mos Burger, he met his friend.  The friend (woman, dressed in purple polo T-shirt, not thin) purposely came in, and walked to our table.  It's another person who had left the company, and doing &lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weight management&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...... She asked for his name and his contact number.  He gave her.  Next, I asked him,"What's her name?"  He does not know the answer........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At Mos Burger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting beside me, on my left was an old man.  He had problem with &lt;a href="http://www.isaactoh.com/right-hand-of-god"&gt;his &lt;strong&gt;right hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  It was very stiff and when he ate, his right hand was like 'straight' most of the time...Perhaps he had suffered some kind of stroke before, or maybe not (but his right hand obviously got problem).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Meal at Mos Burger... We had been eating Mos Burger since we knew each other...  it shall be dealt with again later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Slaughtered PIG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring Post?  They contains "words".&lt;br /&gt;Jesus told us to put our light on the lampstand (Mt 5:15). This lampstand symbolises the Church (Rv 1:20). Because we are members of Christ’s body, the Church, we are called to let out light shine through this “lampstand.” We don’t just do what we want to or feel is necessary; we do what the Lord commands us to. As members of Christ’s Church, we are called to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bear witness for Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-6669003044054332618?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6669003044054332618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=6669003044054332618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/6669003044054332618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/6669003044054332618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2011/02/home-builder.html' title='Home Builder'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TU-axn5KBZI/AAAAAAAAQFQ/T6_sC0p8aU0/s72-c/CIMG1897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-1430921810836853038</id><published>2011-01-28T14:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T16:07:32.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='botany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frangipani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prof wee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='admiralty park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ark of salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science council'/><title type='text'>Green Culture Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TUJz9XO6mtI/AAAAAAAAQE0/TaVSkcDctNw/s1600/CIMG1663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TUJz9XO6mtI/AAAAAAAAQE0/TaVSkcDctNw/s400/CIMG1663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567139587429145298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;The above photograph shows an interesting picture of a plant which is &lt;a href="http://www.isaactoh.com/holding-hands"&gt;supported by another plant&lt;/a&gt;.  At first, you would have thought that the plant is &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/12/05/fox-creation/"&gt;supported by a stick&lt;/a&gt;.  But upon closer look, &lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/water"&gt;the stick has new leaves&lt;/a&gt; emerging from the main stem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many phone calls today...  unusual day... unusual days.  My eyes seemed better now.  Last night, 27 January 2011, my right eye was in pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Implantation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was alone.  Richard brought Isaac downstairs.  At first, I thought that they came back since I heard sound in the living room.  But upon analyzing, it could not be -- no sound of Isaac.  Next, I sensed someone approached me...  but there was 'nothing'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/?s=salvation+"&gt;Modern Parables&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to close my eyes, resting my eyes.  I gone into dreamland.  It was so nice to be in the dreamland, a world of fantasy.  Who were in my dreams?  Surprise, surprise.  It was Prof Wee, Pokemon, Kenneth (fat fat and short short Kenneth), Francis' father, Richard, Isaac and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream of boats, pushing the boats and all that as regards to Pokemon, Kenneth, Richard and me.  A very long dream which I had forgotten the details.  But I had some pictures of it.  The main gist of the dream is Prof Wee and my old house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/07/20/destiny-house/"&gt;my old house&lt;/a&gt;.  The scene started at the house, the common corridor just outside the two houses of the executive apartment at all the odd level floors, starting from 3rd floor (then 5th, 7th, 9th and then 11th).  My old house was on the 5th floor, which was the dream.  In the dream, the flooring was green, the same as the current flooring also.  At the corridor, where the stairs were, Francis' father (went to his recent wedding), walked down the stairs.  On the floor (&lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/numbers"&gt;5th floor&lt;/a&gt;), outside our house, there were furnitures placed outside the house.  It was like our second home, an extension of our house.  The furnitures were dusty because we had been dining at the other side of the house (the 'right wing').  I came to the 'left wing'.  I felt so refreshed.  There were TV (my Panasonic TV, same as my current home, which had been brought over from my old house) which was placed on a cupboard just outside the home, on the 'left wing'.  The 'left wing' was so neat, really just like another house.  I told Richard that we would dine (and spend more time) over at this side of the house from now on since we had been 'neglecting' it.  It was a new change then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Engaging The Senses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dream, I also told Richard about how I might scare people might steal the TV since it is just at the corridor.  However, in the dream, everything was still intact.  The TV was placed at the corridor together with the rest of the furnitures!  The surprising part of all was that Richard really went to the block just now with Isaac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awoken by what Prof Wee said in the dream.  It was an old school.  Prof Wee was standing at the fence of the school.  I was outside the school, looking at the plants.  There were notes on the trees, together with pictures.  The pictures were all fading.  In fact, there was only one photograph.  It was a fruit of the tree, a fig.   I walked further towards the right of fence.  This time, Prof Wee was standing at the tree.  He was holding on to a fig fruit and &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/26/the-bread-of-life/"&gt;telling me about the tree (fruit)&lt;/a&gt;.  I had forgotten the exact words he said, but it was about &lt;strong&gt;China Prisoners&lt;/strong&gt;.  I was awoken by that part of the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TUJz9O1731I/AAAAAAAAQEs/exbjBZEkyMU/s1600/CIMG1675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TUJz9O1731I/AAAAAAAAQEs/exbjBZEkyMU/s400/CIMG1675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567139585176887122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339966;"&gt;The above educational signpost shows birds shits or excretions of the birds... Behind this educational signpost are 13 plants with supporting 'growing' sticks.  On the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/admiralty-park"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339966;"&gt;right of the signpost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339966;"&gt; is a small pond where we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.isaactoh.com/inspiration"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339966;"&gt;caught some fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339966;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About Professor Wee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.P Wee was our Botany Lecturer at NUS.  He got husky voice...  Yesterday I spotted a cluttered of &lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;pink frangipani&lt;/span&gt; at the neighbourhood, and thought of him...  On the internet, some information about him that I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee Yeow Chin (&lt;a href="http://www.timberpress.com/author/935"&gt;Timber Press&lt;/a&gt;); (Patron of the &lt;a href="http://www.greenculturesg.com/articles/sep06/sep06_apocynaceae.htm"&gt;Singapore Gardening Society&lt;/a&gt;)  Dr. Wee Yeow Chin retired from his post as Associate Professor of the Department of Botany, National University of Singapore, in &lt;strong&gt;1997&lt;/strong&gt;. He remains actively involved in &lt;strong&gt;nature conservation and nature education&lt;/strong&gt; and is the author of many popular books on the flora of Southeast Asia.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TUJz9biY8GI/AAAAAAAAQE8/UcLMHveds-c/s1600/CIMG1689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TUJz9biY8GI/AAAAAAAAQE8/UcLMHveds-c/s400/CIMG1689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567139588584566882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;The above photograph shows an example of what a typical educational signpost would look like at the Admiralty Park.  Compare this one to the one above. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-1430921810836853038?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1430921810836853038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=1430921810836853038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/1430921810836853038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/1430921810836853038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2011/01/green-culture-singapore.html' title='Green Culture Singapore'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TUJz9XO6mtI/AAAAAAAAQE0/TaVSkcDctNw/s72-c/CIMG1663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-5095516585211867110</id><published>2011-01-24T08:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T09:37:34.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stairways to heaven'/><title type='text'>Flowers In The Attic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TTzXLkBvpZI/AAAAAAAAQEk/be2z3Q0uYXM/s1600/CIMG1606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TTzXLkBvpZI/AAAAAAAAQEk/be2z3Q0uYXM/s400/CIMG1606.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565559833172616594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What did Isaac See?  Isaac suddenly stopped at this point, while running along the tracks on Admiralty Park.  He said,"Jesus de, Jesus de."  Then he pointed out there.  When I stopped to look at it, he said,"No more, no more". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apparitions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many men dressed in white coming down the stairs.  I came to 'this house' from another way.  It was rather messy.  The leaders seemed not effective enough.  Instructions were not clear.  The men were stationary next (frozen).  I walked in among them.  I am the only woman among the men.  I was talking to them (shouting and giving orders) and the next thing was the men was heading upwards on the stairs again.  Everyone was climbing up the stairs.  I was behind them.  I wondered what was in front or upstairs (and why everyone was rushing upstairs).  I quickly went forward to the front, asked and looked around.  I had a peeked at the end of it and realized that it was a dead end!  There was a door at the end of the stairway, and there was even a metal gate in front of the door!  I quickly tell the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this part of the dream, I was inside a house, using one of the toilet.  There were two doors in this toilet.  The lock on the left side of the toilet was spoilt.  I tried my best to lock the toilet door.  Next, I proceed to lock the door on the right, just adjacent to the left hand door.  Outside the toilet, I can see trees and 'school' in front of me.  Behind me, I can see laundry being hanged out in the sun for drying.  There were windows panels where I could see this reflections.  In this dream, I had dreamed that I had just moved 'in here' and I had not explored the environment yet.  I was eager to go out to have a look at the surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kindergarten&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing that I do was to go out of the house to look at its surroundings.  It was a kindergarten -- something like "Kampung" Kindergarten, made of wooden planks in a L-shaped manner.  There were several classrooms.  The first one was the library, opened concept, just the size of a normal classroom.  Inside the library contains all the books for the children to read.  I was at one of the children's classroom (wondering where all the books came from).  Later I knew it and I wanted to help the class to change new books.  I went to the library and got hold of some books.  I saw in the dream that these books were books with the cover page of Lettering -- teaching the children how to write the alphabets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Body Shop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another segment of the dream, it was a meeting of my kins outside the Church of St Francis of Assisi.  Though it was not exactly physically the image of outside the church, however, in the dream, it was a 'literal' sense.  LT, LCC and LHC were there (mother and children).  LCC was carrying her child, CP.  CP had skin problem near the mouth...  In the dream, LCC told me that she had quitted from her work.  In my hand was a tube (some cleansing foam) from The Body Shop.  LT had taken the cover (cap).  Inside her bag, she had another black cap, but of different designs.  Later, she returned me the cap with the newer designs (the latter), but it was not so good.  It cannot cover the tube properly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The NS Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday The Man sighed when I do my work, as in now.  &lt;em&gt;I had to 'cry' to have my way&lt;/em&gt;...  He said,"Are you earning more than me?"  He said,"I am going out to work!"  He said,"I am going out to eat!"  He said,"Mother, woman, don't cook!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking After Children&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who helped to do housework?  Who helped to look after Isaac when I cook?  It's all the little work, ugly minor gritty details.  But this is reality.  He is not happy, and he said he would find 'excuse' to escape from looking after Isaac...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upside Down World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, when I woke up, I wanted to post this, but Isaac was awoke again.  He lied on my tummy and again, I could not do anything.  I closed my eyes, and later, I saw a white silver fish!  It is so distressing to have a family who always 'think of money' and placing money as the most important subject, and neglect other details -- cleanliness of the house, personal cleanliness and things like that... Lastly, I saw a tiger fish among the water plants!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-5095516585211867110?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flowers_in_the_Attic' title='Flowers In The Attic'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5095516585211867110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=5095516585211867110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/5095516585211867110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/5095516585211867110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2011/01/flowers-in-attic.html' title='Flowers In The Attic'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TTzXLkBvpZI/AAAAAAAAQEk/be2z3Q0uYXM/s72-c/CIMG1606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-4699485715078985984</id><published>2011-01-17T15:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T08:23:55.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditional chinese medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life and death matter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink doll shrine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spices of the orient'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dong fang bi li'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dong fang billy'/><title type='text'>The Oriental</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TTTdbQHdtEI/AAAAAAAAQEM/iYMaY8GI6OI/s1600/Billy%2BWang%2B%2528%25E4%25B8%259C%25E6%2596%25B9%25E6%25AF%2594%25E5%2588%25A9%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TTTdbQHdtEI/AAAAAAAAQEM/iYMaY8GI6OI/s400/Billy%2BWang%2B%2528%25E4%25B8%259C%25E6%2596%25B9%25E6%25AF%2594%25E5%2588%25A9%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563314899961885762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This post by right was supposed to be posted yesterday, but I had &lt;a href="http://www.peacemotivate.com/2010/12/06/%E5%A5%B3%E4%BA%BA%E5%BF%83/"&gt;no time&lt;/a&gt;, really NO TIME...  Even when Ricsson's band teacher called up at about 6pm, I had to carry Isaac in one hand and holding the house phone in another hand....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Isaac is sleeping, I had to quickly post it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written 17 January 2011:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a scary dream which I had 'thought back' this morning.   I woke up without any memories of any dream, but I tried to recall... wondering if I had any dream.  At last, I remembered and it was a scary one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Traditional Chinese Medical Hall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dream of a chinese medical hall (a shop) that I had gone to.  Previously someone had brought me there.  At the back of the shop, there was a big 'living room' with brown sofas and other things (hidden, not for visitors, but this man had brought me there... this man, if I am not wrong, he is FYC, Keagan...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pink Doll Shrine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another round at this place, now I came to the shop myself, but an old man refused to let me go inside the shop.  I made myself in no matter what.  I seemed to be searching for something which I had forgotten.  At the 'living room', there was no one around.  Next, I turned left (the left wing) of the shop.  I was surprised to see a pink doll shrine there.  It was really a doll, a pink doll with dress (robe).  The eyes were rounded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE HAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Transformation and Power&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened at this shrine.......................xxxxxxxxxxxxx  (I do not want to reveal this now...)  Standing in front of the shrine now was a man, a big sized man that looked like Billy Wang, 东方比利 (  ).  Though he is a man standing right in front of me, muscular, but I was so worried...... inside him....   I followed him, need to follow him...........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anti Christ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next segment of the dream which I can remember was that of me being trapped in a space 'underground room' with a Malaysian man, SPY.  There were arrows in the room.  The people were testing me.  They know that I knew my directions, and they set me up........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;Some Billy Wang News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;Billy Comeback Concert 2005 @ 18 Nov 2005, 8:00PM&lt;br /&gt;The MAX Pavilion @ Singapore Expo&lt;br /&gt;Standard - S$108, S$88, S$68, S$48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;飞跃舞台-东方比利演唱会2005 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;Last year, Billy's Farewell Concert saw more than ten thousand tearful fans and listeners biding him goodbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;We waited for one long ardent year, listening keenly to the occasional news of his painful surgery and hoped for his safe return from his battle with the disease that plagued him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;Finally, the wait is over. Billy Wang, is back, stronger and better than ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;Come 18th Nov 2005, join more than 7000 listeners and meet Billy in person for the first time in celebration of his birthday (31 October) and return to Love 97.2FM with more than 7000 listeners in his moving comeback concert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;DONGFANG BILLY HAS CANCER, PLANS FUNERAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;Former DJ to host his funeral via DVD&lt;br /&gt;11 September 2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;HE has planned his own funeral, down to what he will wear and who is going to host the event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;He wants to be dressed in the army uniform he wore to his father's funeral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;And he is in the process of choosing the best picture he has - one that will capture his essence for his funeral photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;Former radio DJ Billy Wang, also known as Dongfang Billy, also plans to host his own funeral here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;He will address family and friends in a DVD he has been making with the help of an assistant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;It is a documentary of his life as well as a record of things he wants to say individually to the people in his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;The DVD, which is almost completed, will help to set the mood at his funeral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;It starts off in Mandarin with: 'Hi, how are you? I'm Billy. Are you surprised I'm your host?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;The DVD will also have 10 hymns sung by Billy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funeral all planned. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;The former DJ, who now heads a cancer charity, wants his &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/12/30/march-for-liberty/"&gt;funeral&lt;/a&gt; to be held at his home first and then at his church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2011/01/14/%E6%AD%8C/"&gt;He hopes no one will cry&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;And he wants everyone to celebrate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;The 45-year-old said in an interview with Lianhe Wanbao: 'I don't want people to be sad. I want them to throw a party.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;The reason for all his preparation? The fact that his cancer has returned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;Billy was diagnosed with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; leukaemia in 1993,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; but he battled it into remission. He later became an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;advocate for cancer prevention and cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;In 2006, he left MediaCorp Radio to concentrate on his work as the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;president of CareCancer Society&lt;/span&gt;, a charity he founded in 2003. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;Earlier this year, he became easily tired and his bones ached. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;His hair fell out and he would also become thirsty after saying only a few words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;Doctors confirmed that his cancer has returned, but would not say how long more he has to live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;He told Wanbao that he now takes 24 pills a day and the side-effects include giddiness, blurred vision and nausea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;He said: 'Even though I find it hard to face death, I have accepted it. How long can I live if I have cancer? &lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;Death is but a station in life... I'm prepared to get off at that station any time.&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No regrets.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;Billy said he has no regrets in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;And for friends he quarrelled with and never met again, he will address them and say goodbye in the DVD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;He also does not regret not getting married, he said, adding that his parents had spent their entire marriage fighting and marriage requires a certain personality which he does not have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;He has discussed his funeral plans with one of his older brothers and a few close friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;But he cannot bear to tell his mother that his cancer has returned because she would be frightened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;He told Wanbao that when his cancer was&lt;span style="color:#339966;"&gt; first diagnosed 15 years ago, she found out about it only two years later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;After she found out, she prayed and cried every day and when he spoke to her previously about making his will, she became red-eyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;Taiwan-born Billy&lt;/span&gt; came to Singapore in the late'80s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;After stints on TV variety shows here, he got a &lt;span style="color:#808000;"&gt;DJ job in MediaCorp Radio&lt;/span&gt;, where he won the hearts of heartland housewives with his no-holds-barred chats during his phone-in shows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;He was named one of the 10 most popular male artistes in the 2002 Star Awards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;Billy has come a long way from his &lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;unhappy childhood&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;In earlier media interviews, he revealed that he had wanted to&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt; grow up fast and be independent to spite his family&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;His late father was an army general under Taiwanese president Chiang Kai-shek and he spent little time with his family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cccc;"&gt;His mother was addicted to mahjong&lt;/span&gt;, Billy said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;He added: 'We had&lt;strong&gt; no freedom&lt;/strong&gt;, we had to &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;follow our father's wishes and (we) led a regimented life&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;'I was the &lt;strong&gt;youngest among the five sons&lt;/strong&gt;. I was often beaten by my elder brother as a form of discipline.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;So he turned rebellious and experimented with &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;drugs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;He graduated from college after studying advertising design. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;When he was in his early 20s, he &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;travelled, singing&lt;/span&gt; in various nightclubs in Indonesia, Thailand, Malaysia and Singapore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;'When my mother and elder brother volunteered to donate their bone marrow to save me, I realised that my family loves me after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;'I apologised to my family and forgave them,' he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dance studio dream. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;Billy has set up a dance studio here called Billy House. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;He hopes that people will donate generously at his funeral, especially those whose weddings he had attended and given hongbaos to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;Some of the money will go towards running the dance studio after his death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;He told Wanbao that setting up a dance studio had been his dream for many years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;On the Billy House website, the studio's address is given as &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thye Shan Mansion, New Bridge Road&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;He said the place is undergoing renovation and will be open next month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;He has also made handover arrangements for his cancer charity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On 16 January 2011&lt;/strong&gt;:  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SPICES OF THE ORIENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of "The Seven Traditional Ingredients" a message in Chinese in my dream.  The wall is white and with a masking tape over some words.  The wall happened to be in my kitchen, the place where I put all the oils, soya sauce etc (Spice Rack)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-4699485715078985984?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.billywang.com.sg/' title='The Oriental'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4699485715078985984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=4699485715078985984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/4699485715078985984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/4699485715078985984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2011/01/oriental.html' title='The Oriental'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TTTdbQHdtEI/AAAAAAAAQEM/iYMaY8GI6OI/s72-c/Billy%2BWang%2B%2528%25E4%25B8%259C%25E6%2596%25B9%25E6%25AF%2594%25E5%2588%25A9%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-5649077859540336780</id><published>2011-01-11T09:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T09:21:07.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Returns of The Dead</title><content type='html'>At one corner(China), people (a man) was asked to pour sealants onto people to make them into sculptures.  Some Chinese and some 'Malay' were surprised to find themselves unmovable after that.  I tried to tell some people not to do that.  But it was too late.  The man pour sealants (cement like substances) onto the body of a girl (a Singaporean Chinese Actor, don't know her name, acted with Mark Lee in Police and Thieves).  Another man had similar fate.  They discovered that the body 'tightened'.  I told them not to do anymore.  These two people had their faces uncovered with sealants then.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At a circle (China), I saw people standing.  There was a big TV there.  I looked at the TV and cannot see the screen clearly (or is the shooting bad I wonder).  I could see the TV screen clearly.  I could see the dressing clearly but the faces of the people in the TV, I could not see clearly.  I told the people...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, I was searching for someone.  It was my maternal grandfather I was searching.  I went to his house.  It was a long corridor (just like my old house) leading to the bedrooms.  The rooms are found on the left hand side of the corridors in my dream.  The first person who I saw was the step-son.   He asked if I know him.  I said "Yes", but I never greet him.  But I told him that I was looking for 'grandfather', asking if he had come back.  He returned to his own room, which is just next to the master bedroom, on the left of his room, or just next to his room, at the end of the corridor.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked to the back of the corridor, turned into the bedroom.  I saw one or two people lying on the bed, but not my grandfather.  I cannot remember who these people were.  I told these people that I am looking for grandfather.  "I wonder where grandfather had gone?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In another part of the dream, our family was ordering meals.  We were looking at the menu.  Richard and I could not decide what to order.  I looked at the menu and there were so many varieties of  harsh brown.  There were even samples (not for eating, but for viewing only) of the harsh browns in the menu....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-5649077859540336780?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5649077859540336780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=5649077859540336780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/5649077859540336780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/5649077859540336780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2011/01/returns-of-dead.html' title='Returns of The Dead'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-3196164476338835902</id><published>2011-01-10T09:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T11:12:49.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catholic High School</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had a long dream, but I can only remember little now.  It was two crows in the water.  They can speak in Chinese.  They spoke something about saving them.  And it was my father who went to rescue them...  Next, another part of the dream, I saw on a mountain wall, lots of the 'laughing fat Budhha' images...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I dreamed of Admiralty Primary School.  At the last floor, a class filled with students, my friends and even my brother was there.  Sitting on the left hand side of the classroom, first row and first seat, TMH was sitting in front of me.  We were looking at photographs.  Next, I wanted to exchange photographs with her as momento.  She chose one with the two of us -- her face was blocked by one of the machine, while my face was on the other side of the machine (something like the heart-lung machine!)  I told her that I can only see my face but not yours!  What for we exchanged the photographs?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting behind me was the National Day Boy, wearing white shirt and green pants.  He was not even bothered about anything.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the back of the classroom, a boy came to me and gave me a parcel.  He told me that a boy named XX (a chinese name which I had forgotten now) wanted to give me this parcel.  I taught that it was an empty box.  Later, I opened up, it was a furry scarf.  I walked to the back of the classroom, tried to guess which one was the boy.  I was wrong and the boy was somewhere in the next row.  Among them was LCS...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard a phone call saying that my mother was sad... some issues over the family member...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the classroom, I asked the boy to keep the present...  But it was something about exploitation...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the school, it was a white building.  I saw one of the Admiralty Primary School's teacher (don't know what is her race, a 'mixed').  She exclaimed that I was like her.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I had dreamed of Michael Jackson.  It was his 'concert'.  There were four concert rooms, on the cross road paths.  Red curtains and people sitting on the chairs.  However, it was more of a 'discussion' session rather than a concert.  This morning, in my conscious state of dream, I had remembered it again or rather this scene was shown again.  It was like a continuation.  His song seemed to 'ring' in my heart as well... HEAL THE WORLD....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-3196164476338835902?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3196164476338835902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=3196164476338835902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/3196164476338835902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/3196164476338835902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2011/01/catholic-high-school.html' title='Catholic High School'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-3011812458605754311</id><published>2011-01-07T08:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T09:18:32.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Countdown</title><content type='html'>At a cafeteria.  In front of one of the stall was seats, the type of long benches.  There was a table and two long benches, able to sit four people on this table.  At the stall, there was a small stove with a bowl on it.  At the left hand side of the stove (or of the stall), there was a plate of Yong Tau Fu.  I was waiting for my food to be served.  Richard was not here yet.  The man was very tall, tending to the stall.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting at the table outside the stall was HL, Richard's friend... I sat beside him, while awaiting Richard to come.  Suddenly a woman appeared and sat in front of us.  It was so rude of her.  I told her that the seat was taken and not available.The woman was a Chinese and had long hair.  She stood up.  Before that I told her,"Next time, please ask before you sit."  (something like that).  Standing up, she walked passed me and we 'chatted'.  Next, she asked me for my name.  In her bag, she took out some sticky strips.  All I need was one piece, but she gave me so many strips.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, I discovered myself writing on 2 pieces of broken pieces of paper, one B4 size and another about A5 size.  These two pieces of paper were not perfect pieces but torn.  On the paper, at first it was blank but with some 'wavy' edges.  As I dreamed, I was writing my name on the paper; and many times, I wrote wrongly.  At last, I got it right.  I had written my name using pencil.  Since there were some more strips of paper (all about 5cm by 1.5cm), I asked if she wanted to have the names of the people behind me (HL).  But later I realized that he was married...  and turning behind, I saw Richard.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at my paper now, I saw a big piece of paper now, the B4 size and is printed on both sides -- chinese words and pictures of boats (so many boats, big and small); just like the newspaper.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, Richard and I went upstairs.........  At the balcony, I looked down and saw 5 cats of various colours!  The land was sandy with scattered green patches of grass here and there.  After that, we went back to the cafeteria.  On the way in, I saw Lee Hsien Long.  I was so surprised.  He was a chef, wearing pink and white stripes and the chef hat; standing behind the stall.  I was not bothered about him.  We went to the same "Yong Tau Fu" stall.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dream drifted.  It was Clara and Cebest!  I was so surprised to see Cebest!  He was exactly the same as I had seen him in my home several years back.  (as I was typing this, some dogs were barking and Isaac said,"Scary... the dog).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clara was playing and I could not see her eyes........  Next, she showed me a photo album.  I saw KBS on the top left hand corner of the album.  The album contains 6 'pockets' for putting photographs on each page.  KBS appeared on the first pocket on the top left of the page.  At first, I was looking at the other photographs and it was some activities of QiHua Primary School.  But later when I saw KBS, dressed in light green uniform (like what Boon Lay Secondary School's uniform used to have -- the old and last batch), and was wearing scout scarf (red and white strips).  The image in the photograph MOVED!  KBS MOVED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-3011812458605754311?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3011812458605754311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=3011812458605754311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/3011812458605754311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/3011812458605754311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2011/01/final-countdown.html' title='Final Countdown'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-2399532992858173239</id><published>2011-01-02T07:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T08:21:59.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Novena State</title><content type='html'>It was the cubicle which Clara and I had went to on the last day of 2010.  It was the last cubicle on the left of the toilet, with a sticker of St Luke Ministry, Flag Day sticker pasted on it....  In my dream, A few ladies were standing outside this toilet cubicle.  I saw this woman who had 'saved' me there.  I had forgotten what she had done for me, but in the dream, it was this woman who I need to thank for saving me.  I walked to her, and began to ask her questions.  I tried Chinese to her, but her reply was Hokkien.  Her hair was mostly white with a few strands of black, making it grey.  She was wearing floral blouse (red) with a black covered-kneecap black skirt.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a car park I was standing, looking out for something (finding something).  In the carpark was trees and painted white boxes for cars to park there.  The place was very dark.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I awoke at the dream of the woman standing outside the toilet cubicle, and answering me in Hokkien.  I did not wake up to see the time, but it was still dark....perhaps 4 or 5 in the morning.  I continued to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dream seemed to continue.  Now it went into a second part !  I was holding Mern Xing's hand and while doing that, I led in the front.  We were climbing up a clay rocky path, not too steep.  Climbing up these rocky path were 2 other people, one guy and another seemed to be the girlfriend.  Later on, when we reached the level pathway above the rocky path, it was again Novena we were at.  This time, I was Holding Richard's hand.  We had not hold hands for so long and it was such a warm feeling...  He was wearing blue shirt with long-sleeves.  It seemed like a swapped of partners this time!  Before entering Novena, Richard told me something, which I had forgotten.  While walking together, I noticed his walking gait and gesture.  It was so funny.  By the way, he was wearing a blue jean in the dream.  He seemed to be holding something on his right hand.  I was standing on his left hand side, which he had hold my hands.  Later I realized that it was my PILLOW he was holding and supporting his back while he walked!  It was my pillow, but in blue colour, so blended with the blue shirt which Richard was wearing.  The pillow he put at his back.  His front protruding out, his body seemed to be bent forward so unnaturally.  His standing posture was so weird.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time I went into the toilet of Novena Church again.  It was so big so big now, with 2 levels -- there was steps leading downwards to some more toilets away from the entrance.  The toilet floor was grey, same like Novena Church.  I was the only one in the toilet.  I walked in the toilet, never on the light, but was testing out the sensitivity of the lights in the toilet (automated).  I was so surprised to find that some of the sensors were so sensitive that even while I was so far away, it could detect me (horizontally).  It was so amazing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-2399532992858173239?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2399532992858173239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=2399532992858173239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/2399532992858173239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/2399532992858173239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2011/01/novena-state.html' title='Novena State'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-3224208019506224717</id><published>2010-12-29T09:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T10:39:27.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture transition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food R Us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='civilization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Hokkien Mee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TRqeR1Y05TI/AAAAAAAAQEE/5J-qTd_tX3M/s1600/DSC06868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TRqeR1Y05TI/AAAAAAAAQEE/5J-qTd_tX3M/s400/DSC06868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555927119541101874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TRqeR1Y05TI/AAAAAAAAQEE/5J-qTd_tX3M/s1600/DSC06868.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Commercial Fried Hokkien Prawn Mee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TRqb-QStZ0I/AAAAAAAAQD8/YCcBx8x36fI/s1600/CIMG0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TRqb-QStZ0I/AAAAAAAAQD8/YCcBx8x36fI/s400/CIMG0125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555924584142563138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Home-Cooked Hokkien Noodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning my dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Richard and I were at a Pasar Malam.  A Chinese woman was selling Hokkien Mee.  She asked if we wanted to buy.  I bought one.  However, I regretted later when I saw how she prepared the noodles and what I got in the end.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Hokkien Mee turned out to be a clump of spaghetti.  First she put had a pot of gravy.  Then she had all the gravy in a plate and scoop a clump of spaghetti on the plate (a bundle of spaghetti). Next, she used scissors to cut the bundle of spaghetti (golden, translucent look).  It did not look delicious nor appetizing.  I regretted and I felt so cheated.  Next, I confronted her and demanded a refund, otherwise I would call up the authorities.  She was nonchalant to this.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Richard refused to help me, standing at one side, watching.  A man passed by.  His hand was holding a red handphone.  I asked him to help me.  He said he had bought a packet of Hokkien Mee from this woman earlier on.  Next, he opened up his packet of Hokkien Mee to show me.  It consisted of yellow noodles and white Mee Fen.  The Mee Fen was very fine, the small Men Fen, instead of the usual big Mee Fen in Hokkien Noodle.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promised to return the handphone to this guy after I had finished used.  He was not anxious about his handphone nor had any doubts or suspicions on me -- absolute trust in me.  He went to play games.  Later, I return him his phone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Richard and I left the place.  We went to a housing estate, HDB flat.  I walked passed some corridors and came to his mother's house, but also seems to be like a restaurant area.  The house seemed to have 2 compartments or 2 adjoining doors, side by side to each other.  Outside this door, it was dark, and on the opposite side seems to be the restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I entered the house on the right door.  Upon entry, I was greeted by Richard's sister, calling me "大嫂" (big sister-in-law).  I smiled at her and acknowledged the greetings.  I seemed to have talk to her for a while before I proceeded to enter the house, further up.  I turned left to another 'door' (entrance) where Richard's mother was in the 'kitchen' area.  She seemed to be preparing something.  It looked like a 'restaurant', but it was not.  The place was bright.  I went to this place, and at the back was some curtains which could be drawn.  I asked Richard to draw the curtain for me as I wanted to take a bath at the bath tub.  As I was bathing, I was taking care not to sit on the dirty stains in the bath tub.  Still, I had accidentally sat on it.  Richard laughed at me.  But I was so scared because my backside touched something.  I looked at it in the murky water, but can only see a mess of brown thing -- I was not wearing spectacles!  I asked Richard to see what was it inside the water.  What could the 'poky' thing be?  It turned out to be a coffee bag!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outside the house, it was dark, and there seem to be a female waitress.  She gave me something which I had forgotten what was it.  Next, I headed to the toilet.  The pathway was not bright, but dim.  At the toilet, there were mirror and plants.  I found something which inspired me.  I had forgotten what I had seen.  It was some ornaments displayed in the toilet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-3224208019506224717?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3224208019506224717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=3224208019506224717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/3224208019506224717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/3224208019506224717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/12/hokkien-mee.html' title='Hokkien Mee'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TRqeR1Y05TI/AAAAAAAAQEE/5J-qTd_tX3M/s72-c/DSC06868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-8192884615381741546</id><published>2010-12-28T14:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T14:42:36.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy Grey Sky</title><content type='html'>A cool weather with no sun but grey sky.  Just drizzling a bit and now it seemed to stop again; and he is back.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He rushed out of the house angrily, slammed the gate and went out just now... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to buy tap for &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/12/18/catholic-pilgrims/"&gt;the service balcony&lt;/a&gt; at Home Sweet Home, Woodgrove.  Since the day he had fixed it, I have not had a chance to use the new tap yet.  We went to Woodgrove to buy the tap.  I told him which type of tap I wanted to use.  He complained of the price.  The one I wanted cost about $34 while the one he bought cost about $16.  He came home to change the tap, and I heard him 'fixing' the tap... went in and out... as expected...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I had a chance to use the tap.  It was so tightly closed.  I need to use a lot of force to open the tap.  After I had finished washing the clothes, I off the tap and began to use the water for mopping the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was mopping the floor, I saw water leaking out from the tap (the hose).  I tightened it.  It flowed out more water.  I asked him to help.  He was looking after Isaac (unusual because he had caused the daughter to cry during lunch time, at the &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2010/09/24/extraordinary-table/"&gt;extraordinary table&lt;/a&gt;...).  Asked him to help and he came.  Someone need to take over to look after Isaac...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He asked me to go to him and that he wanted to teach me how to open and close the tap.  The tap was not installed properly.  The head was loose or not fitting.  He asked not to overturn/overclosed it....  I am the one who do all the laundry and mopping the floor.  Children also used the kitchen tap to wash their shoes.  Do we need to ATTEND COURSES on how to ON and OFF the tap?  He was angry and said that I am very STUBBORN, saying that I am very 'ti ki' (metal teeth in hokkien).  I "TI KI" (metal teeth) and what about him?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, the daughter shed tears while eating lunch.  I did not cook.  To cook, I need someone to look after Isaac.  To mop the floor, wash my clothes also need someone to 'free' me.  And mopping the floor and washing my clothes had to wait so long.  Am I idling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I have a FREE TIME?  Do I have free time to go even &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/12/27/the-lizard-tales/"&gt;FACE BOOK to SOCIALISE&lt;/a&gt; and talk nonsense with people?  He is so carefree!  He can even skype!  He can buy Galaxy Tab (its' his earnings, I have no say, and his money.) he can do anything he wants with his own money.  But when it comes to buying a tap, I GOT NO SAY!  I am using the TAP and not him, but he also wants to save on a few dollars... and today he need to go out to BUY AGAIN... (which I never said MUST GO OUT AND BUY TODAY).  He just got impatient, got angry, and REFUSED to listen or REFUSED to ASK?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever it is....  Just now, the tenth floor neighbour came upstairs and talked to him about leaking water.  I was not there.  I was mopping the floor, and I heard someone talking.  When I walked on the way to the kitchen, I saw the Evergreen Boy standing at the gate with another boy.  It was about the water.  He told me in such a way that it was my fault!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;TAI JI QUAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you imagine the whole scenario?  Who is the head of the household and who is earning the money and who got money?  Who had 'destroyed' all my money?  BUSTED, it was BUSTED.   &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/12/28/human-colours/"&gt;FUND MANAGER, WEBSITE MANAGER, CEO&lt;/a&gt;...  who am I working for in this family?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is earning money, not me.  I told my mother so that she would not worry about me.  But what is his money is not my money and I got no say.  Can money make the home at peace?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-8192884615381741546?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.peacebella.com/2010/12/18/catholic-pilgrims/' title='Gloomy Grey Sky'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8192884615381741546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=8192884615381741546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/8192884615381741546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/8192884615381741546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/12/gloomy-grey-sky.html' title='Gloomy Grey Sky'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-65826247244122662</id><published>2010-12-26T10:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T23:28:51.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Green Dragon</title><content type='html'>This morning, I dreamed of the Green Dragon, a 3-D real Green Dragon, displayed at the altar of a person's house, a Chinese male.  The green dragon looked like a dinosaur, but it has a dragon head and the dragon's tail.  The head of the dragon moved!  And it moved a few times.  This surprised us so much.  Next, I looked at the tail.  The tail was sculptured tail, that of a dragon's tail, containing scales.  It is a sculpture, framed, at the tail end...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had so much to write this morning when I woke up, but now I can only managed to remember this portion of the dream.  Now that I had just come back from Farrer Road....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TRdeueaWQkI/AAAAAAAAQD0/9iSWZZbO6SE/s1600/DSC08351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TRdeueaWQkI/AAAAAAAAQD0/9iSWZZbO6SE/s400/DSC08351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555012817915363906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TRdeueaWQkI/AAAAAAAAQD0/9iSWZZbO6SE/s1600/DSC08351.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TRdeuRAnV_I/AAAAAAAAQDs/5Rs_WtCt8ic/s1600/DSC08350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TRdeuRAnV_I/AAAAAAAAQDs/5Rs_WtCt8ic/s400/DSC08350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555012814317770738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TRdeuRAnV_I/AAAAAAAAQDs/5Rs_WtCt8ic/s1600/DSC08350.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TRdeuKeo0-I/AAAAAAAAQDk/S-uJH5bq32w/s1600/DSC08349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TRdeuKeo0-I/AAAAAAAAQDk/S-uJH5bq32w/s400/DSC08349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555012812564648930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(incomplete post)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-65826247244122662?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/65826247244122662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=65826247244122662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/65826247244122662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/65826247244122662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/12/green-dragon.html' title='The Green Dragon'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TRdeueaWQkI/AAAAAAAAQD0/9iSWZZbO6SE/s72-c/DSC08351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-2100378170049747847</id><published>2010-12-24T09:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T10:45:43.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priesthood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TRP7q5xeqzI/AAAAAAAAQDY/c3H-B8rPt6A/s1600/CIMG9947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TRP7q5xeqzI/AAAAAAAAQDY/c3H-B8rPt6A/s400/CIMG9947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554059479959382834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/12/19/"&gt;19.12.2010&lt;/a&gt;, police came to patrol the region.  Next, they went there.  Now that I had taken a photograph and looked at the photograph again, there was a dog there...  2 policemen.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several years ago, at this block, an incident happened -- man with possession of gun.  The place was surrounded... the man escaped...  (issued closed, and this is before I had kids)....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another day, &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/12/22/pumpkin-day/"&gt;Pumpkin Day&lt;/a&gt;, 22..9.2010, on the way to Causeway Point, we met &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/12/08/my-old-house/"&gt;2 persons&lt;/a&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This reminds me of the show, Your Hands In Mine...  The husband and the wife said different things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, I so happened to dream of them, this family (BEE)  I do not know about them at all... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my dream, I was awoken with a YELLOW TRAIN just above a big brick drain on a raised platform.  The big drain was dirty at first, but on this day, someone had come to clean it.  It was so clean and nice, fresh air now...  I wanted to capture this moment of truth and I quickly took out my handphone and videoed it.  Behind me was Clara.  We were sitting on the bicycle.  I was riding it.  We were having a fun time -- the bicycle was heavy 'laid' with goods it seemed...  but literally there was nothing.  But it was so hard to balance the bicycle and we could fall anytime.  As I was taking video of the drain washing ( a very big drain at Bukit Panjang), we saw the yellow train approaching.  We need to shun and swayed rightwards, in case hit by the train.  It was drizzling and raindrops fell on the train and making the image on the handphone rather obscure.  The train had 3 longitudinal compartment, making it a BIG TRAIN, but each compartment operate separately.  Surprisingly!  We stood at the right side of the drain, watching the yellow train.  The left compartment was slightly obstructed from our view (meaning, it had not moved yet, still lagging behind).  The other two was ahead, just above us.  It seemed to move forward, but also need to wait for the &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/07/delayed-posting.html"&gt;first compartment train&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prior to this ending part of the dream, I was with Nicole, and also with another woman, which I had forgotten who was it.  This woman wanted to buy a flat and we brought her to the next block of flat to see.  We went upstairs of the block of white flat, which appeared very dark.  As we were walking along the staircase up the flat, we spoke about looking for flat (the approaches -- looking at the newspaper etc)  We were supposed to help the woman to find a flat (she wanted to buy a flat).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was holding Clara's hand.  We came to Boon Lay Place, the place just opposite of Boon Lay Garden Primary School.  Over there, the pavement was under construction.  As we were walking there we saw some gangs there.  Clara quickly asked me to stop and we reversed.  She was scared.  Earlier on she had told me, but I had forgotten.  On this pavement, behind of us in real life was the Church of Christ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At a familiar carpark, I saw Pokemon.  He was driving a car, helping us to load some toys and baby stuff -- the walkers, pram, etc, all in browns....  This carpark was the carpark of my grandmother's house, at Boon Lay Blk 209...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another section of the dream, I saw Nicole.  She and I were discussing about a piece of booklet.  The cover page of the booklet is a priest, dressed in purplish-magenta robe.  On the centre of the figure was written a Chinese character "孝" and with inverted commas.  There was a circle below the figure.... a circle that seemed to be real and had smoke...a depiction of power....  Nicole and I was saying about 'obedience' and the future generation of priests, which are going to be more evil...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both Pokemon and Nicole are &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/12/18/catholic-pilgrims/"&gt;Catholics&lt;/a&gt;...  Today is &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2010/12/21/christmas-party/"&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;/a&gt;... Wrote about &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2010/12/21/christmas-party/"&gt;Christmas Party&lt;/a&gt; on 21.12.2010... came to know about Richard's grandmother's hospitalization on this day about 3am... and yet until now, nobody informed him nor did he bother to find out....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;incomplete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-2100378170049747847?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2100378170049747847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=2100378170049747847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/2100378170049747847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/2100378170049747847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/12/priesthood.html' title='Priesthood'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TRP7q5xeqzI/AAAAAAAAQDY/c3H-B8rPt6A/s72-c/CIMG9947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-5022733718903442658</id><published>2010-12-22T10:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T10:56:24.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Pumpkin Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TRFnEqPYYQI/AAAAAAAAQDI/B7aXRb3UJTI/s1600/CIMG9997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TRFnEqPYYQI/AAAAAAAAQDI/B7aXRb3UJTI/s400/CIMG9997.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553333145280471298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Dinosaur Mouth with Fern growing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2010/12/21/christmas-party/"&gt;21.12. 2010&lt;/a&gt;, I captured photographs of the dinosaur slide with fern growing at the mouth of the dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TRFnEYqngrI/AAAAAAAAQDA/YByWOg26iRE/s1600/CIMG9995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TRFnEYqngrI/AAAAAAAAQDA/YByWOg26iRE/s400/CIMG9995.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553333140562870962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TRFnEYqngrI/AAAAAAAAQDA/YByWOg26iRE/s1600/CIMG9995.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Another view of the dinosaur head of the slide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night,&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2007/07/28/i-have-a-dream/"&gt; I had a dream&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a water barrier.  My mother and sister had crossed over the water barrier successfully.  When it was my turn, I was too slow.  The gap was so far apart and I was so afraid of the height.  The platform I was standing was moving.  As I was focusing on the distance apart and thinking of how to get across, my head 'spins' (the platform was moving and seemed to move faster and faster).  It was a platform that looked like a sculpture -- a huge water sculpture at the centre of some place.  Suddenly, the platform moved so much that it moved out of the water area.  I saw the opportunity and quickly jumped.  My mother and sister saw that I was not wet.  They and the crowds were amazed at my 'luck'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I don't know how I landed at NUS (National University of Singapore).  Richard, students, and even one of my ex-classmate or friend (GPC) was there.  It was a 'white' scene.  These people were dressed in white, all sitting on the floor, waiting (for something).  I need to move first.  I asked how long would she be staying around.  She replied,"until 7.32pm"... So precise!  I answered,"7.32?"  She said,"Yes".  Then I knew that she wanted to study or do some revision.  Next, she asked me to go watch videos with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next moment, we were at a green 'stairs', but this 'stairs' had no steps at all.  It was more like a ramp or slope.  It was going down like a slide.  However, there were so big gaps on this 'slide'.  There were 2 or 3 thin 'vertical bars' on this slide, not symmetrical.  I was thinking of how to slide down like that.  GPC went down first, and next was my turn...  It was such a scary moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was at NUS Science Laboratory.  Inside the air was so stuffy all of a sudden.  There were water in the lab.  I need to swim through the lab(bypass) as the corridor was blocked.  Inside the lab was a female teacher sitting at a corner with a student (male).  The water was at above waist level.  As I was standing inside the Science Lab, another male student came out from the other end of the door.  He was trying to move the tables and chairs.  He exclaimed that there were no more room for the tables and chairs.  As I watched him, I noticed that something was not right.  The water level was now at my chest level.  Grey tables and chairs flooding the corridors and Science Lab now.  It was so hard to move.  I need to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I arrived at a Chemical Factory from the sky (landed on the factory).  The workers were sitting in the factory, gathered around the vicinity of the factory. There were white and blue containers around.  As I landed, I saw some words on the container (starting with letter E...).  A man who looked so familiar stood out from the crowd.  He came over to help me.  We spoke for quite a while and then I told them that I wanted to go home.  I headed for the gate.  The man went to the gate.  The crowds followed.  I was so surprised that someone put a pumpkin on the man's head.  The man seemed so happy.  It was such a nice moment and I did not want to miss the rare sight and unusual occasion.  I quickly took a snapshot of it.  I did not know if I had taken a photograph of it.  Everything happened so fast and I need time for my camera to on and then to set it to the right mode.  As I landed on the factory, I did not know what day was it.  I asked the man, "Today is what day?"   And the man standing at the closed gate said,"Today is Pumpkin Day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the dream, before it ends (at the gate), I told myself "I like Pumpkin!"  Just how realistic was the dream.  The man looked familiar, tanned (bright brown) skin even though I do not know him.  But literally he was Mr Sim!  I know how Mr Sim looked like.  He was fair and perhaps some curly hair.  Most obviously, he got a mole on the face... In 2 days time, it would be the birthday of Mr Sim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2010/12/21/%E6%9C%80%E5%BE%8C%E4%B8%80%E5%A4%9C/"&gt;蔡琴-最後一夜&lt;/a&gt; (1994.9.27針線情第8集)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="425" height="344" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8sSlAlbRqa4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8sSlAlbRqa4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/09/20/happy-birthday/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; To &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2010/12/21/%E6%9C%80%E5%BE%8C%E4%B8%80%E5%A4%9C/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cai Qin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-5022733718903442658?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/06/giver-of-life.html' title='Happy Pumpkin Day'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5022733718903442658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=5022733718903442658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/5022733718903442658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/5022733718903442658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-pumpkin-day.html' title='Happy Pumpkin Day'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TRFnEqPYYQI/AAAAAAAAQDI/B7aXRb3UJTI/s72-c/CIMG9997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-6211560379946747856</id><published>2010-12-20T10:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T15:18:06.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7 july'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='77'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='27'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='number 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Historical news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geography'/><title type='text'>Mystery of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/09/28/family-of-god/"&gt;劉德華&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/09/24/caravan-of-life/"&gt;一起走過的日子&lt;/a&gt;MV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="425" height="344" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bRzELQ2nsVQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bRzELQ2nsVQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20101217/tap-kiribati-us-aviation-history-earhart-2a5be5e.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;Bones found on island may belong to Amelia Earhart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; Friday, 17 December 2010&lt;br /&gt;WELLINGTON (AFP) - – US aircraft history buffs are hopeful that tiny bones along with artefacts from the 1930s found on a remote Pacific island may reveal the fate of pioneering aviator Amelia Earhart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;In one of aviation's most &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;enduring mysteries&lt;/span&gt;, Earhart took off from Lae, in what is now Papua New Guinea, while attempting to circumnavigate the globe via the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;equator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt; in 1937 and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;was never seen again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;A massive search at the time failed to find the flyer and her navigator Fred Noonan, who were &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;assumed to have died&lt;/span&gt; after ditching their Lockheed Electra aircraft in the ocean, according to the Amelia Earhart Museum....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had read this news, I did a search on this woman at Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amelia_Earhart"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amelia Mary Earhart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt; (born July 24, 1897; missing July 2, 1937; declared legally dead January 5, 1939) was a noted American aviation pioneer and author. Earhart was the first woman to receive the US Distinguished Flying Cross, awarded for becoming the first aviatrix to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean. She set many other records, wrote best-selling books about her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt; flying experiences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt; and was instrumental in the formation of The Ninety-Nines, an organization for female pilots. Earhart joined the faculty of the world-famous Purdue University aviation department in 1935 as a visiting faculty member to counsel women on careers and help inspire others with her love for aviation. She was also a member of the National Woman's Party, and an early supporter of the Equal Rights Amendment.  During an attempt to make a circumnavigational flight of the globe in 1937 in a Purdue-funded Lockheed Model 10 Electra, Earhart disappeared over the central Pacific Ocean near Howland Island. &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;Fascination with her life, career and disappearance continues to this day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole night I did not have any dream. But this morning, I continued to read what was written on wikipedia.  I dozed off.  I had a mysterious dream in a foreign land.   Richard left us.  Ricsson drove the car.  I was sitting beside Ricsson, so worried that he would hit oncoming cars.  I was so surprised that he could drive the car so well!  He could steer well and throughout the journey, it was a safe one.  Sitting in the car, I helped to lookout for oncoming cars and the rear cars as well, and telling him to slow down or to help him to steer a bit of the steering wheel at times.  At certain point, I asked him to step on the brakes to slow down.  I asked him if he knew which was the brake and I was surprise that he knew it all.  It was very challenging, heart-throbbing dream.  The scary part was at the T-junction.  It was a very steep slope.  Ricsson could not manage it.  I quickly asked him to step on the brakes.  I helped to pull up the hand brakes as well.  He car seemed to slide down a bit, and I was so scared that it might rolled back (and might hit other cars).  I was carrying Isaac and had to ask Clara to take over.  I don't know what happened... it was so fast (or that I cannot remember everything).  All I know was I was standing in front of Clara, who was sitting at the rear seat.  The car door was opened.  I had passed Isaac over to her.  But what was in front of me now was a small little kid, with a even small little 'doll' (baby)... I called out,"Where is Clara?"  The next thing I knew in my heart was: they had changed identity .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we came to another foreign place that has no trees at all and looked &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2010/09/04/red-river-valley/"&gt;white (creamy-white): clays&lt;/a&gt;, something like Grand Canyons.  Water covered the clays and inside were words.  I did not go near to see the words.  We arrived at the place.  Richard was driving the car.  I was sitting in the car and I realized that Riccson was not in the car.  I was so worried for Ricsson.  I asked Richard for a solution... After we alighted, Richard cycled back (Thailand) to the place to look for Ricsson.  Meanwhile at this place, a woman was with me.  It looked like an ex-tenant of mine, a China woman.  She wanted to buy something from the store.  I was with her.  She bought a drink and saw some food on display.  The food looked like white noodle (Hor Fan), but it was coated black and did not look appetizing to me. But I helped her and the storekeeper asked me to take myself.  During payment time, this China woman saw something else.  She asked some questions about the white dumplings.  The storekeeper was so impatient and not happy with all her questions and bargaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so worried about the safety of the two guys.  I called Richard's handphone, which I do not know if it would work in a foreign land.  Nevertheless, I tried.  I dialled the numbers, pressing each numbers and calling each numbers in the dream.  It got through and a man's voice was heard.  It spoke English.  The voice sounded like Richard, but it was definitely not Richard's voice.  His English was quite good.  Later, he told me his name, YY (intials, cannot remember the full name).  He was from Penang!  I said I got the wrong number.  Perhaps instead of 9, I had pressed 7.  So in the dream, I had to be more careful this time.  I pressed slowly and carefully, using my heart and also saying the numbers of Richard's handphone.... when I woke up, I was still recalling the handphone numbers... (just two days ago, in one of the dream, I saw my Chinese name on one shop.  I was so surprised to find my name on the shop...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;Records and achievements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia Earhart received the Cross of Knight of the Legion of Honor from the French Government in June 1932&lt;br /&gt;Woman's world altitude record: 14,000 ft (1922)&lt;br /&gt;First woman to fly the Atlantic (1928)&lt;br /&gt;Speed records for 100 km (and with 500 lb (230 kg) cargo) (1931)&lt;br /&gt;First woman to fly an autogyro (1931)&lt;br /&gt;Altitude record for autogyros: 15,000 ft (1931)&lt;br /&gt;First person to cross the U.S. in an autogyro (1932)&lt;br /&gt;First woman to fly the Atlantic solo (1932)&lt;br /&gt;First person to fly the Atlantic twice (1932)&lt;br /&gt;First woman to receive the Distinguished Flying Cross (1932)&lt;br /&gt;First woman to fly non-stop, coast-to-coast across the U.S. (1933)&lt;br /&gt;Woman's speed transcontinental record (1933)&lt;br /&gt;First person to fly solo between Honolulu, Hawaii and Oakland, California (1935)&lt;br /&gt;First person to fly solo from Los Angeles, California to Mexico City, Mexico (1935)&lt;br /&gt;First person to fly solo nonstop from Mexico City, Mexico to Newark, New Jersey (1935)&lt;br /&gt;Speed record for east-to-west flight from Oakland, California to Honolulu, Hawaii (1937)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;Assuming another identity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;strong&gt;November 2006&lt;/strong&gt;, the National Geographic Channel aired episode two of the Undiscovered History series about a claim that Earhart survived the world flight, moved to &lt;strong&gt;New Jersey&lt;/strong&gt;, changed her name, remarried and became &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irene_Craigmile_Bolam"&gt;Irene Craigmile Bolam&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339966;"&gt;(October 1, 1904 – July 7, 1982; was a New York banker and resident of Monroe Township, Middlesex County, New Jersey)&lt;/span&gt;. This claim had originally been raised in the book Amelia Earhart Lives (1970) by author Joe Klaas, based on the research of Major Joseph Gervais. Irene Bolam, who had been a banker in New York during the 1940s, denied being Earhart, filed a lawsuit requesting $1.5 million in damages and submitted a lengthy affidavit in which she refuted the claims. The book's publisher, McGraw-Hill, withdrew the book from the market shortly after it was released and court records indicate that they made an out of court settlement with her. Subsequently, Bolam's personal life history was thoroughly documented by researchers, eliminating any possibility she was Earhart. Kevin Richlin, a professional criminal forensic expert hired by National Geographic, studied photographs of both women and cited many measurable facial differences between Earhart and Bolam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had another 'revelations'...&lt;br /&gt;1.  John Barth:&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Barth"&gt; John Simmons Barth&lt;/a&gt; (born May 27, 1930) is an American novelist and short-story writer, known for the postmodernist and metafictive quality of his work....&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liza_Wang"&gt;Liza Wang&lt;/a&gt;, Elizabeth Wang Ming-chun, August 28, 1947 (age 63), Shanghai, Republic of China married &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Law_Kar-ying"&gt;Law Kar-ying&lt;/a&gt; (traditional Chinese: 羅家英; born August 27, 1946 in Shunde, Guangdong, Republic of China) on 2 May 2009...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-6211560379946747856?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6211560379946747856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=6211560379946747856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/6211560379946747856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/6211560379946747856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/12/mystery-of-life.html' title='Mystery of Life'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-8419847620382211629</id><published>2010-12-17T10:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T10:54:05.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultured living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bo chap singaporean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the way of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='civilization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the reflection in you'/><title type='text'>Toilet REFLECTION</title><content type='html'>Two people staying in the flat and two toilets in the flat.  I cannot imagine how a toilet can be used until 'like that'.  Black toilet bowl and spoiled shower.  There was no shower head in the bathroom.  I had never seen any floor mat in the house.  In the old house, I had seen A floor mat, but it could not absorb water.  It was placed near the entrance door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A house with NO FLOOR MAT at all.  A house that is CLEAN on the OUTSIDE but NOT THE INSIDE...  I don't know how all these people think.  I don't know if their house is a 'better house' or that my house is just not suitable for these guests.  In the past, she would come to our house.  Ever since.... she never step into the house, hardly, if not for some agenda.  I am very grateful that she had come to help me really... even though she had declined and showed reluctance over the past and also 'this time'.  She complains of arthritis, I thought it was real...  But her truth was revealed in another instance...  Ugly truths should not be written in elaboration and precision.  (If you should wonder why all the dots...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that the fire in my house is not hot enough...  My sister said that my house has a lot of dust.  My mother said that my house is messy.   My sister-in-law said that my house smelled of DOGS (when Cebest was around)... These are all remarks about my house.  And who are all these people?  &lt;strong&gt;WOMEN&lt;/strong&gt; of various positions in the society -- two housewives, one boss, and one is my mother (working then)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her old house or new house, both toilet bowls were dirty.  I wonder if there were ever toilet bowl cleaning. But I had never seen the toilet brush until recently.  The son had bought toilet cleaner for her.  But it was still dirty in a way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son said that Singaporean is "&lt;b&gt;BO CHAP&lt;/b&gt;"...  whether they have &lt;a href="http://www.betterbathrooms.com/"&gt;betterbathrooms&lt;/a&gt; or not does not matter to them...  But Singapore is stressing so much on clean toilet now.  Look at betterbathrooms.com and you can see all the varieties of toilet accessories and all the toilet needs when you need to upgrade or renovate your toilet.  There are even photographs of bathroom suites.  It is so nice to see clean and neat toilets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-8419847620382211629?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8419847620382211629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=8419847620382211629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/8419847620382211629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/8419847620382211629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/12/toilet-reflection.html' title='Toilet REFLECTION'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-1901264688051682834</id><published>2010-12-11T09:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T11:22:20.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House of Mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salvation plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holy father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classmates'/><title type='text'>Abstract Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TQLqA2Lw7nI/AAAAAAAAQCI/SMJGKIrBORQ/s1600/CIMG8640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TQLqA2Lw7nI/AAAAAAAAQCI/SMJGKIrBORQ/s400/CIMG8640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549254991139630706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/09/20/happy-birthday/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our Lady Shrine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so unbelievable.  Today is the &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/07/28/special-number-11/"&gt;Eleventh day&lt;/a&gt; of the month and it is the birthday of my niece.  Tomorrow will be another birthday, that of Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dream made while I fell asleep just now.  I had so many things to do for my blogs -- update and even to do some 'cleaning' but time does not permit.  While Isaac was sleeping, I tried to take my computer, but he later woke up...  I waited for him to sleep and In the end, we slept together... and I was in dreamland....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had forgotten the whole details, but there are specific scenes that I remembered clearly.  As I had forgotten the sequence, the scenes that I had seen might not be in the right sequence.  But I tried to relate as closely and in proper sequence as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a bus stop which seem to be crowded, but I only saw my family and a guy.  This guy walking towards us offered food to us.  The bus stop was filled with packages, blocking the way (making it crowded)... and we had to stand out of the shelter (of the bus-stop).  I had talked to this man, dressed in white upper part and another coloured bottom part.  I was about some (computer) matter concerning (&lt;strong&gt;upstairs&lt;/strong&gt;)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I went to the place (to take something or to go toilet... I cannot remember).  But the first scene that I witness was a group of religious people, wearing white and carrying a small banner walking out of a gathering....  It was a &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/09/06/the-solemn-mass/"&gt;MASS ending&lt;/a&gt; and it was St Mary of the Angels!  But I did not see the church.  I was in this building, which I cannot see.... I was IN IT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Novena Church&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the priest from Novena church, the same priest that I had seen at St Anthony Church before.  He must be the priest who was celebrating the Requiem Mass.  There were altar boys as well.  In the dream, I did not know what procession was that.  I asked the people involved and they told me about the mass of the dead...  I did not hear any music.  Among the people in this mass was a figure with 'hood' and no face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked... In the dream, I had experiences of 'meeting the dead' while on Church Visit (to &lt;strong&gt;St Joseph's Church&lt;/strong&gt; and also &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yrmanna.com/mary-mother-of-mercy"&gt;St Mary of the Angels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)..  I walked away quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I was at a HDB corridors.  I was walking down the stairs.  I saw a red wedding gown.  There was a wedding going on in this HDB flat.  People (in the dream and also in reality) said that the dead and the wedding cannot be mixed...  A procession of people were walking down the stairs going for their wedding ceremony...  Suddenly, they were walking faster than me, overtook me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dream, I saw the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;number 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  It was the 4th storey of the HDB flat.  There were 2 'wings' (the corridors) on the left and right of the HDB flat leading to the common open-space just before the stairways.  I was just at the stairway when people were walking out from the 4th storey.  A red translucent wedding gown I saw, but not the bride or bridegroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/07/bright-house-of-mary.html"&gt;In the dream&lt;/a&gt;, I saw &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/08/22/boon-lay-secondary-school/"&gt;my friend Eileen&lt;/a&gt;...  We chatted and I asked for her current home.  She was hesitant at first saying that it was still the same as before.  But we had not met for so long and what was the same as before?  Is it Boon Lay or Jurong West?  She told me that she was staying at &lt;strong&gt;Chua Chu Kang&lt;/strong&gt; now...  before this her residence was Jurong West...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last night, I watched Frontline about the death of the handicapped girl at Hougang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/1097025/1/.html"&gt;Channelnewsasia: 3 December 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt; SINGAPORE : A &lt;strong&gt;24-year-old&lt;/strong&gt; Indonesian maid who allegedly murdered a disabled girl on &lt;strong&gt;November 24&lt;/strong&gt; may be younger than what is actually reflected on her Singapore working papers, said her lawyer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;Nurhayati is accused of killing 12-year-old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;Linda Lee Yee Lin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt; at Block 573, Hougang Street 51.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;The court heard on Friday that she will be remanded at the Changi Women's Prison for a psychiatric evaluation and the case will be mentioned again on December 24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;Speaking to reporters outside the courtroom, her lawyer, Mohamed Muzammil Mohamed said that he is verifying Nurhayati's age with official sources in Indonesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;If convicted of murder, she will face the death penalty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name had the same pronunciation as my friend's name.  She was the only child in the family too... During my 21st birthday, she had given me a White Dog Puzzle, which I had took time to put the puzzles together, glued it and then framed it with purple frame and had placed them in my guest toilet at &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/12/08/my-old-house/"&gt;my old house&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-1901264688051682834?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.peacebella.com/2010/02/18/greater-love/' title='Abstract Art'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1901264688051682834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=1901264688051682834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/1901264688051682834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/1901264688051682834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/12/abstract-art.html' title='Abstract Art'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TQLqA2Lw7nI/AAAAAAAAQCI/SMJGKIrBORQ/s72-c/CIMG8640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-7919809893411247998</id><published>2010-12-09T15:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T16:57:56.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plant growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the unseen gardener'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mysteries of the universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flyers distributor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unusual stone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>The Foundation Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TQCMbk3mf_I/AAAAAAAAQBw/tO-FyBdgRDM/s1600/CIMG9310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TQCMbk3mf_I/AAAAAAAAQBw/tO-FyBdgRDM/s400/CIMG9310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548589146301693938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;I named this stone on the top left corner "&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/10/07/the-final-testament/"&gt;The Foundation Stone&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today is number 9th day of the month, the number 9... &lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/house-of-god" mce_href="http://www.justsingapore.com/house-of-god"&gt;the inverted 6&lt;/a&gt;... and the Chinese date is always one month minus the English month. Thus making today the eleventh month of the Chinese calendar, but it is the &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/10/04/faith/" mce_href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/10/04/faith/"&gt;fourth day&lt;/a&gt; of the Chinese (&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2010/04/15/descent-of-the-holy-spirit/" mce_href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2010/04/15/descent-of-the-holy-spirit/"&gt;农力十一月初四&lt;/a&gt;)... Yesterday was the &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/12/om.html" mce_href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/12/om.html"&gt;third day&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;8 December 2010&lt;/span&gt;) of the Chinese month...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am going to name this stone, &lt;span mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/10/07/the-final-testament/" mce_href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/10/07/the-final-testament/"&gt;The Foundation Stone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... (see &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/08/15/mystery-of-salvation/" mce_href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/08/15/mystery-of-salvation/"&gt;Mystery of Salvation&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/06/17/mystery-of-noah-ark/" mce_href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/06/17/mystery-of-noah-ark/"&gt;Mystery of Noah Ark&lt;/a&gt;)  You can see in the above photograph a stone which I had mentioned in my earlier posts about The Final Testament.  Everyday, we walked past this area... and I had seen 'things' around this place, which I wanted to write posts about it, but had no time.  Yesterday, I went to the place again.  And I took a photograph of it after some 'inspiration' and &lt;span mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;a moment of "AHA" or "OHHH"&lt;/span&gt; came to my mind....  I decided to take a photograph of it.  However, I saw some UNUSUAL thing as well as you can see from the photograph.  It is a mystery I need to find out...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, we were walking to Causeway Point.  On the way, I saw something growing out at the edge of the stone...&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/11/22/applied-science/" mce_href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/11/22/applied-science/"&gt;it was a plant with two leaves!&lt;/a&gt; The stem was as long as 8-9cm long!  Did I miss the plant yesterday?  NOPE NO NO, "LUCKILY" I took a photograph of the stone and its vicinity yesterday.  The photograph indicates VERY CLEARLY that there were NO PLANTS around the stone at all yesterday.  HOW can my eyes be wrong and my photographic memory be wrong.  I wanted to take a photograph of it, but my &lt;span mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;camera battery&lt;/span&gt; went flat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;BRIEFLY FIRST...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Causeway Point/Woodlands Civic Centre&lt;br /&gt;We went to these two places... it was terrible experiences dealing with crowds and technology as well as educational institutions being involved....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Home &lt;span mce_style="color: #ff00ff;" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255); "&gt;SWEET HOME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching home, I saw my door gate 'stuff' with a piece of Folded A4 size flyer. I took it out from the door gate/metal gate and it reads "The TUITION NATION"... Next, I opened the gate, holding the flyer with me and into the house. Upon entering the house, I have to put down the flyer and attends to Isaac.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TQCUEP7IDdI/AAAAAAAAQCA/Dbja3epC1YI/s1600/CIMG9362.JPG" mce_href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TQCUEP7IDdI/AAAAAAAAQCA/Dbja3epC1YI/s1600/CIMG9362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548597541635362258" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TQCUEP7IDdI/AAAAAAAAQCA/Dbja3epC1YI/s400/CIMG9362.JPG" mce_src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TQCUEP7IDdI/AAAAAAAAQCA/Dbja3epC1YI/s400/CIMG9362.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #800000;" style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0); "&gt;My Neighbours' Metal Gate 'stuff' with "The Tuition Nation" Flyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coming back from shopping, there were lots of things to be unpacked or unloading from the pram. While I was busy walking in and out of the kitchen, some noise from the gate caught me. It was footsteps sound, the 'dragging' of footsteps... it was a Malay guy giving out Flyers again. The moment I was walking near the gate to see what actually the sound come from, the "Flyer Man" was already standing outside my metal gate. I did not get to see the face. Everything happened so fast. I only see that it was a man's image and dark skin that looked like Malay. I was standing at the gate and YET, this man did not offer to GIVE ME the flyer. Instead, he THROW the flyer onto the floor!!!!! He THROW the flyer onto my door gate floor!!!!! I looked at the FLYER, and it was from SEMBAWANG TOWN COUNCIL --- HEARTTALK!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TQCTO7a3BtI/AAAAAAAAQB4/Ai1xVPjoRhk/s1600/CIMG9361.JPG" mce_href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TQCTO7a3BtI/AAAAAAAAQB4/Ai1xVPjoRhk/s1600/CIMG9361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548596625598252754" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TQCTO7a3BtI/AAAAAAAAQB4/Ai1xVPjoRhk/s400/CIMG9361.JPG" mce_src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TQCTO7a3BtI/AAAAAAAAQB4/Ai1xVPjoRhk/s400/CIMG9361.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #800000;" style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0); "&gt;Inside my house, standing from where I am, looking at the 'Flyer Man' and what he had thrown onto my floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The third piece of flyer I got was from a woman, a fair Chinese woman which looks like China woman.... 'weird' dressing ('professional flyer distributor' clothing)... she had ANOTHER WAY of putting flyer at my metal gate.... and she looked at me and I looked at her.... I wanted to see what she was doing. Despite me standing there, I was like a 'transparent' person...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Fourth 'event' that stirred me, now I was eating my lunch, which was about close to 3pm already. It was a Garanguni man ('rag and bone' man)..... BUT is he a REAL Garanguni man? This is the question!!!! And I called out for him... to have a business with him......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-7919809893411247998?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.peacebella.com/2008/08/15/mystery-of-salvation/' title='The Foundation Stone'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7919809893411247998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=7919809893411247998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/7919809893411247998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/7919809893411247998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/12/foundation-stone.html' title='The Foundation Stone'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TQCMbk3mf_I/AAAAAAAAQBw/tO-FyBdgRDM/s72-c/CIMG9310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-7994447738342526409</id><published>2010-12-08T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T00:45:24.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supermarket management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work commitment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shop and save'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='operation manager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singaporean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working attitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supermarket'/><title type='text'>OM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TP-sEU6ANgI/AAAAAAAAQBo/uKb4LmR3Neg/s1600/CIMG9264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TP-sEU6ANgI/AAAAAAAAQBo/uKb4LmR3Neg/s400/CIMG9264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548342456275187202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 December 2010, 4.32pm took this photograph of &lt;a href="http://www.moneysick.com/2007/12/09/groceries-shopping/"&gt;Shop and Save&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/woodlands-north-plaza"&gt;Woodlands North Plaza&lt;/a&gt; (Blk 883). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a teacher of &lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/qihua-primary-school"&gt;QiHua Primary School&lt;/a&gt; as well as the OM... He was dressed in red T-shirt still, with the number 5 at the back.  Spotted him at this timing...  He was at the cashier by the time I walked into the supermarket.  He was queuing up for payment.  He had bought a packet of rice (5kg).  Next, he walked towards the school side.  I saw him walking to Blk 875 and was walking along the corridors just outside the kindergarten.  It was drizzling slightly then.  I saw him taking a packet of rice with the right hand, without any use of plastic bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows that he must be going back to the school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions raised inside my mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside Shop and Save, I had a terrible experience of shopping in the supermarket.  Pushing the pram, I had a hard time SHOPPING.  The lanes were parked with small trolleys and big trolley/Cart (whatever you may call it -- those rollers with goods on it).  I have to give way to these carts/trolleys.  After giving way to one, I had difficulties passing the lanes in the next moment.  I had to detour.  Similar instance happened.  There is no way to 'hide'.  Oncoming BIG CART with PAPER BOXES (just like those old women collecting paper boxes/cartons) passing me....  I had to step to one side of the lane, giving way to the big cart.  The person pushing was a woman with long hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people can use the back of the supermarket, but why are they using the front and blocking customers and creating dangers to customers as well -- in case such big cart knock into people.  Imagine people pushing trolleys.  They are going to have a hard time pushing the trolleys as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopping lanes are so small and that explains why there are hardly people pushing trolleys.  Most often, trolleys are used by the staff for putting their own things, parked at the side of the lanes as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who used the trolleys, pushed all the way to their home and dumped the trolleys around the neighbourhood.... they had even managed to take out the one-dollar coin 'deposit'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after the long hair girl went into the 'office', a short hair woman came out of the red plastic shielded door.  She was scolding, murmuring as she walked saying,"烂鸟人。。。"  (Sickening Bird People...) keep repeating and xxxx don't know what else she was scolding, venting her frustrations or telling people......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-7994447738342526409?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7994447738342526409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=7994447738342526409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/7994447738342526409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/7994447738342526409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/12/om.html' title='OM'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TP-sEU6ANgI/AAAAAAAAQBo/uKb4LmR3Neg/s72-c/CIMG9264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-4475401357921378301</id><published>2010-12-05T10:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T11:35:33.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bookshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A long dream.  It was a woman whom I seemed to have seen before and know rather well in the dream, but now I had forgotten who she is.  At first she was managing a room of 'people' (some kind of services she was helping with the people), but later, her attention diverted to managing of a celebrity male or someone of special importance (大哥大).  This person looks like Gallen Lo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside this house, I was fixing my pink shoes which I had bought from Metro.  Somehow, it was spoilt after Isaac had worn them (the right shoe was spoilt).  Its sole was still clean.  They had not been worn out before.  I discovered that I had chosen the wrong matching pair of shoes as well.  These two shoes were of slight difference -- one white and one black (the peripheral lining).  Next, a maid came to tell me,"Are you going to change the shoes?"  At first, in my mind, I had already resigned my fate: not to change the shoes since it was spoilt -- the pink cloth and the metal part of the shoes were detached.  But still, I answered,"Yes, I am going to change."  Next, I put the shoes in the box.... hiding some broken parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next thing that I do was to go to the room where the above mentioned 'celebrity manager' was.  Over there, my mother was sitting next to 'Gallen Lo'.  Chatting and watching them, suddenly our attention diverted to the black window panel on the right side of the room.  The whole wall was just a black glass panel just like hair salon shop.  Some Malay children came walking past and they peeped into the black glass.  They looked so funny.   The three of us laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, I was at the entrance of a bookshop.  The owner was a man with spectacle of medium built.  He was a parent of my children.  In the dream, my memory told me that I had to wait for him for so long for him to come down from the second floor.  This time, he came down again from the second floor.  As I was waiting for him to come down from the second floor, I saw amazing things happened at the second floor, from the view of the first floor.  I saw Fox Racks (racks with picture/carving of fox at the side).  There were story-telling session and there seemed to be magic.  I saw a 'dashing' appearance of something.  Intuition told me that that was the fox spirits...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moments later, the spectacled well-dressed owner came down.  I spoke to him in Chinese, asking him for permission to go second floor.  He agreed.  The second floor seemed to be all books.  I thought that it was just books.  But when I walked up the stairs and further into the bookshop, I came to a corner shop on the left.  It is a Traditional Chinese Medical Shop.  In front of the shop was selling BAGS, various coloured and brands of bags.  Some were lying on the floor for special sales, others hanging just outside the front of the shop.  The bags looked tempting.  The material seemed good.  I thought of buying for my mother or for myself.  I caught hold of one hanging bag, a very special bag that look long and a ribbon in front.  On top of it, besides the strap, there are two rollers.  I did not buy the bag in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, it was an arcade centre, adult playroom I went.  A woman was talking to another woman.  I overheard their conversation.  She told me to follow them and they brought me to this place where food were sold.  I wanted to buy food for Richard and myself.  After her recommendation, I ordered what this woman had recommended -- it was some kind of special 'recipe' and deviation(creation) from the normal food we had.  I bought two packets of food -- fried kway teow and fried hokkien mee.  The fried kway teow was going to be different.  It is going to add 'Laksa Mee Tai Mak".  It came with a package.  The drink is going to contain the "Laksa Mee Tai Mak" also.  They add in some drinks.  I asked the woman if it is going to be alcoholic.  In the end, I don't know what she was talking.  I just trusted her recommendations.  On entry to this shop, I saw the hokkien mee, which looks appetizing.  So I ordered it as well.  This made two packets of mee which I had made up my mind to order.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While waiting for the noodles, I went to walk around.  People were play games.  There were table games like Billiard around.  Later, I heard the bell.  It was the bell to say that the food is ready for collection.  However, when I walked there, some people were sitting round the table.  The stall owner was asking questions and the 'customers' were drawing their answers (writing in missing letters in the blanks).  I was confused.  I told them that I wanted to take my food.  They ignored me and asked me to wait.  I asked them,"what are these people doing?  Can you explain?"  The stall owner spoke Thai language.  In the dream, they were really Thai...all thai, including the customers -- the skin tanned.  I did not understand anything they said.  The game looked interesting.  Later, I got to know that it was some kind of 'incentives'.  I blamed it on the women... the conspiracy game they played...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to a playground.  I happened to see both women.  One dressed in pink and another black(with some whites).  Crowds were around the playground.  Children were playing.  I saw the women, the two of them.  I could recognise their face.  Their skin were very fair.  The woman after talking to me quickly went behind the playground.  I could not see her.  After that, she walked away from the playground.  She had apparently swopped clothes with the other woman (her accomplice).  At first she was wearing pink, but at the time when she left, she was wearing black (with traces of white).  This sight seemed to be happening at Boon Lay... those blocks of flats around Boon Lay Shopping Centre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was arguing with these women for 'cheating' me.  Next the other woman (not the one recommending me the food, the accomplice) told me a possible answer or a more appropriate word for it.  It was a four-letter words which I did not understand the meaning, nor have heard of it before.  It starts with E sound and it seems to be called ELIN or ERIN , something like that.  I asked them how to spell the words.  I finished the dream with seeing the 'cheater' woman walking away in black(and white)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-4475401357921378301?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4475401357921378301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=4475401357921378301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/4475401357921378301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/4475401357921378301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/12/bookshop.html' title='Bookshop'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-5023674164972856210</id><published>2010-12-04T10:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T11:17:21.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geomantic fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bread of life'/><title type='text'>Marsiling Point</title><content type='html'>This morning, I had another dream of Marsiling.  This time, it is not about fish, but about &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/26/the-bread-of-life/"&gt;BREAD&lt;/a&gt; and MRT.  I came to a MRT Station.  I was on the escalator, going to alight.  It was a colourful escalator with colourful steps consisting of mostly red.  Standing at the escalator, I saw afar 'empty space'...  what happen to the escalator?  It was a steep slope downwards -- a great height!  I was so afraid of heights!  My heart was thumping so loudly.  At this point, I was really scared and really thumping loudly that I could feel my chest moving and the impact was so big that even the whole escalator swayed.  The rest of the people turned towards me.  Everyone was affected.  I feel so bad.  But I was really scared!  Someone on the other lane of the escalator, a normal black and silver escalator just like what we see in the MRT Station, came to my rescue.  It was a teenage boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking along the void deck of a flat, in the neighbourhood of Woodlands (don't know where is it).  I saw a group of people at the void deck later.  Their hair were dyed -- all with various modern hairstyle.  It belongs to the same family of people.  Suddenly I saw that the person was the one who rescued me and we talked, thanking him.  Something happened over here, but I cannot remember the full details now.  It was some kind of opinions differences and Richard and I stood there for quite some time -- thinking of which bread to buy from the corner of the shops.  At first Richard said wanted to go 'upstairs' to buy some food home.  But later I told him that there are BREAD at the corner &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/06/12/fullness-of-life/"&gt;on the way home&lt;/a&gt; (really is Marsiling Point in the dream).  He was already on the escalator 'up' and I tried my might to shout to him to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/06/bread-of-life.html"&gt;two bread shop&lt;/a&gt; at this location of the Marsiling Point, the site just opposite Marsiling MRT Station.  At this site, you can see two rows of shops, one on the left (along the same side as Sheng Siong Supermarket) and one on the right (the same site as the coffee shop).  In the dream, there was two bread shop, and it just happened that on each side, there were one bread shop each.  Richard and I were deciding which bread shop to buy.  On the left side of the bread shop, I saw pink and green cake (those Rolls), so colourful and with white creams in between.  On the right side, the bread shop seems to sell more bread with good stuffing... I wanted Richard to buy Chicken curry buns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TPmkEAr3CuI/AAAAAAAAQBQ/NL_XfPLZ_r0/s1600/CIMG7965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TPmkEAr3CuI/AAAAAAAAQBQ/NL_XfPLZ_r0/s400/CIMG7965.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546644804893870818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photograph above shows Marsiling Point and these are the two rows of shops that was being mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea at all about the history of &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/08/25/unity-is-strength/"&gt;Marsiling Point&lt;/a&gt;.  But on 23 November 2010, I saw a plaque placed beside the staircase as shown in the photograph above.   It wrote about The official opening of Marsiling Point By &lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/fuchun-community-club"&gt;Mr Hawazi Daipi&lt;/a&gt;, MP For Sembawang GRC (Marsiling) on 5 December 1999.  Below these words, there are logo of Sembawang Town Council, written: This gateway was sponsored by Woodlands Neighbourhoods Merchant's Association.  I supposed the logo on the right of the plaque belongs to this association.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TPmkEY34RJI/AAAAAAAAQBY/-czTWE_M1Vw/s1600/CIMG7963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TPmkEY34RJI/AAAAAAAAQBY/-czTWE_M1Vw/s400/CIMG7963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546644811386733714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TPmkFPf131I/AAAAAAAAQBg/6vzuxjbx9Ns/s1600/CIMG7916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TPmkFPf131I/AAAAAAAAQBg/6vzuxjbx9Ns/s400/CIMG7916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546644826049863506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time I dreamed of Marsiling.  The most recent one was on the &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/11/20/%E8%88%8A%E6%83%85%E4%B9%9F%E7%B6%BF%E7%B6%BF/"&gt;20th November 2010&lt;/a&gt;, where I saw an award of the &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/12/02/geomantic-fish/"&gt;Hua Luo Han&lt;/a&gt; fish at the wall (the wall with two signs on it) as shown above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Dreams about &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/03/never-been-better.html"&gt;Marsiling&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/08/three-jewels.html"&gt;Three Jewels&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/07/face-business.html"&gt;The Face Business&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-5023674164972856210?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.justsingapore.com/marsiling-point' title='Marsiling Point'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5023674164972856210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=5023674164972856210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/5023674164972856210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/5023674164972856210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/12/marsiling-point.html' title='Marsiling Point'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TPmkEAr3CuI/AAAAAAAAQBQ/NL_XfPLZ_r0/s72-c/CIMG7965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-1445484897650216402</id><published>2010-12-01T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T23:16:50.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women&apos;s life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage or single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women&apos;s affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='step to the grave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man and woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chaos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no leisure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family issues'/><title type='text'>No Peace</title><content type='html'>This morning, as I was dreaming (knowing that I was dreaming), I had a very special encounter.  After my dream (which I will briefly mention, as much as I can remember), on and off, I 'saw' two faces or 'portrait' of women faces.  First, it was a girl and the next a woman.  I do not know these women at all and in the 'dream', they seem to 'transfer' information to me.  I had forgotten what these information are by now and especially in the whole day I had done so many tasks.... and by now when I had come back to continue to write this post, it is almost 11pm and another new day is coming and today is going to end soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If only I can have 'the supporting spouse'...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a very special dream yet again.  On the walls of a place, I saw feathers, the kind of 'wet look' feathers and they were all sticking on the walls, forming the shape of birds.  They were not beautiful, but strange looking... as though the remnants of dead birds.  In this dream, I dreamed of water (pools polluted with 'powders'), mangrove trees, gateway, familiar people (Nicole and her boyfriend/husband) and unfamiliar people (the guy beside Nicole is not the usual guy that I know, and in the dream it is...(someone I don't know).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-time.html"&gt;No Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday 30 November 2010, &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/11/psyche.html"&gt;my fish died&lt;/a&gt;... I wanted to write a post for my blog, but circumstances do not permit me to do so.  Even post on &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/11/kampong-school.html"&gt;Kampong School&lt;/a&gt; was also written at Peace Diary.  They are my 'raw copies'.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today My Inspirational Song was at first &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2010/11/19/每天愛你多一些/"&gt;每天愛你多一些&lt;/a&gt; (Everyday Love You a little More) but I realized something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2010/11/30/a-better-tomorrow/"&gt;A Better Tomorrow&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2010/12/01/英雄本色/"&gt;英雄本色&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2010/11/29/夕陽之歌-sunset-song/"&gt;夕陽之歌—梅艷芳&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H9Z2ExO2FWE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H9Z2ExO2FWE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anita Mui classic 2003 farewell concert --voice from the soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x3ruCaxXrwE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x3ruCaxXrwE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not completed my work yet... and his eyes pinned on the TV and Isaac 'bothering' me....  How can I do my work?  So much grievances..... I give up...  have to go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be Continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-1445484897650216402?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1445484897650216402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=1445484897650216402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/1445484897650216402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/1445484897650216402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-peace.html' title='No Peace'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-6703285783250942389</id><published>2010-11-30T17:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:27:44.671+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fighting fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='author of marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates and anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tropical fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what the fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catholic new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eleventh hour'/><title type='text'>Psyche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TPTRnga9-LI/AAAAAAAAQBA/nk-7P4HLp8I/s1600/DSC07635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TPTRnga9-LI/AAAAAAAAQBA/nk-7P4HLp8I/s400/DSC07635.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545287517848074418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moneysick.com/2010/09/30/mysteries-of-the-universe/"&gt;Forces of Nature&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last night, the fighting fish were as per normal. They were swimming in the water. Yesterday, the water was so dirty. Richard changed their water. This morning, Richard discovered 'my fish' dead.  And this morning, I had a dream of myself in the sea.  I was on a big pink ship....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the early morning of 27 November 2010, about 7am, we heard splashing sound from 'my fish'. I just heard a splashing sound, but did not know which fish it was coming from. This was the first time I heard such splashing sound from the fighting fish since we bought them back on 30 October 2010, the day we went to Woodlands Waterfront. It was quite a loud splashing sound -- as though the fish had jumped out of the water....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two days ago, I &lt;a href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/04/dreams-revealed-truth.html"&gt;dreamed&lt;/a&gt; of fish and Lee Kuan Yew. Luckily I had a record of it, otherwise, I would not be able to remember dates. This fish is bought at &lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/marsiling-estate"&gt;Marsiling Estate&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TPUI2LsDcnI/AAAAAAAAQBI/P7yhFXBm7S0/s1600/DSC07637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TPUI2LsDcnI/AAAAAAAAQBI/P7yhFXBm7S0/s400/DSC07637.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545348243120157298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marsiling Fish Shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/04/01/star-light/"&gt;April Fools' Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was reading The Catholic News and I saw something of significance. It was under "In Memoriam", In memory of a couple: 24th Anniversary and 2nd Anniversary of Christopher Yeo Hock Gum (&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2010/04/14/acts-of-inspiration/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;departed 1.4.1986&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) and Christina Tok Kim Eng (departed 29 Nov 2008) Both were Married in 1943...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two fishes at first, but now left one fish.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is raining now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday we went for the First Sunday of Advent, a brand new church year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said to his disciples: Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Day and Hour Unknown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But about that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.  As it was in the days of Noah, so it will be at the coming of the Son of Man.  For in the days before the flood, people were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, up to the day Noah entered the ark;  and they knew nothing about what would happen until the flood came and took them all away. That is how it will be at the coming of the Son of Man.  Two men will be in the field; one will be taken and the other left.  Two women will be grinding with a hand mill; one will be taken and the other left.&lt;br /&gt;“Therefore keep watch, because you do not know on what day your Lord will come.  But understand this: If the owner of the house had known at what time of night the thief was coming, he would have kept watch and would not have let his house be broken into.  So you also must be ready, because the Son of Man will come at an hour when you do not expect him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-6703285783250942389?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.peacebella.com/2010/11/28/national-parade-live/' title='Psyche'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6703285783250942389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=6703285783250942389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/6703285783250942389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/6703285783250942389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/11/psyche.html' title='Psyche'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TPTRnga9-LI/AAAAAAAAQBA/nk-7P4HLp8I/s72-c/DSC07635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-7982773017180252043</id><published>2010-11-29T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T17:17:52.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditional kampong lives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ancient celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kampong lives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people in your neigbhourhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirits and ghosts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education of children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woodlands residents'/><title type='text'>Kampong School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font: normal normal normal 13px/19px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; padding-top: 0.6em; padding-right: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0.6em; padding-left: 0.6em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw a school of 4 storey high. The first floor consists of gym room where students were playing. The school children were dressed in white. Some other children were dressed in multiple-coloured suits (of horizontal lines). There were so many children in the school, all over the corridors of the classrooms. I saw children climbing at the corridor parapet wall, both internal and externally! It was such a spectacular and special sight. I cannot help but quickly take a picture of it using my Casio camera. I looked at the screen. Only the students in white were seen. I could not see the 'colourful' students! I looked up again. There were 'colourful students' still, and they were among the 'white students'. They were 'spirits'! My eyes captured the sight of spirits or another words, ghosts. They looked just like any other children and the only difference is the clothes they wore. This time, I took some more photographs, and they appeared in my camera! After that, it was so hard to differentiate who are the people and who are the ghosts....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the fence, I saw two boys, &lt;span mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;TWINS&lt;/span&gt;. They have some handicap (the eyes cannot see properly). They looked so much like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tan_Wei_Lian" mce_href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tan_Wei_Lian"&gt;Kelvin Tan or Chen WeiLian&lt;/a&gt;. At the sight of the two boys, in my dream, I was 'a witness', and I did not get to see myself. I was 'brought to this place' and saw this scene, and even in the dream, I was saying to myself, "I had dreamed of these two boys in my dream!" The two boys were holding on to the fence and they were talking to me. I had forgotten what they said to me. Other people were present. The school was so busy. I did not get to enter the school, but stood at the fence. Eunice was with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later, I was at the road, the olden days kampong 'reddish-orange' clay road. I saw a blue truck. A very dark and tanned long-hair ancient celebrity drove the car. This celebrity had a three characters Chinese name which I had forgotten now. He was olden days celebrity and in the dream I even exclaimed,"Wow, now he looked like this!" Connie was with me... She was waiting with me on the road, we were going home together. Because of her, I got to take a lift from this guy. She happened to know this chap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next part of the dream was a little 'diversion'. I saw groups of women, those 'traditional Indonesian Women' dressed in Malay Sari or something like that, gathered together, holding their upper garments, folded them in such a way that they became a holding vessels (like those women gathering tea leaves). These were the women who are training the 'village women'. In this modern estate, such traditional village work, seems to be a comeback for people to earn extra bucks. I stood beside the blue truck, witnessing all this amazing sight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-7982773017180252043?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7982773017180252043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=7982773017180252043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/7982773017180252043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/7982773017180252043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/11/kampong-school.html' title='Kampong School'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-952088560501075136</id><published>2010-11-28T09:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T11:44:10.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachings the right way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lee kuan yew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nation building'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prepare for the king'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body of christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='national parade live'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father of the nation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kingdom of God in hand'/><title type='text'>The Second Coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Take and Eat This is My Body&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="425" height="344" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-LR1Fwks0Hg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-LR1Fwks0Hg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Father of the Nation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lee_Kuan_Yew"&gt;Lee Kuan Yew&lt;/a&gt;, old but still sober, talking steadily and calmly.  He wore blue and came to the TV screen, which I watched at the parade.  It was a live show.  He was announcing some competition results, which was so unexpected and too sudden.  Thereafter, all the backstage staff had to change all plans.  Everyone was so surprise and 手忙脚乱 (extremely busy).  As for me, I was at the backstage and I had asked for a cup of water.  One of the backstage staff gave me a cup of water.  It was my favourite tiger glass, filled with 'spotted' water.  The water was obviously not clear.  It was only half-filled.  In the water, I can see particles -- dots.  Looking through the water, I can see a fish, a small baby fish in the water!  How can they possibly gave me such water!  I asked for replacement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/06/emergence-of-dragon.html"&gt;What The Fish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Kuan Yew was sitting at a desk behind.  He saw it and asked me to give the glass of water to him so that he could comment about it.  Next, I started taking photographs.  Outside the glass, I saw 'big fish' (tropical fish), especially the commonly called 'tiger fish' (one of the tropical fish with black and white strips, orange fins).  I wanted to take a nice photograph of the fish which was found in the drinking water before I handed over everything to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/11/pathfinder.html"&gt;Teachers Training&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had finished taking photographs, I went behind.  There were two classrooms.  I stood at the first classroom.  A long-haired female Chinese teacher was teaching the class.  Her Chinese pronunciation was not accurate, but she was speaking English to the class (occasional Chinese words from her).  Someone came standing beside me now.  She looked like LP.  She was teaching at QiHua Primary School some years back, but don't know what she is doing now.    We chatted about Names, specifically about naming babies I supposed.  She seemed to tell me about the ways to name a baby.  We had found a common way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/08/three-jewels.html"&gt;66,68...The Revolution&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching very interestedly at the teacher in the classroom, learning some skills from her since I do not have a chance, I learned that there were &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/09/number-6.html"&gt;6 new teachers&lt;/a&gt; -- 2 couples and 2 ladies.  However, later I was told that I was wrong.   There were 2 new male teachers!  How come I was not informed of any male teachers?  And it was so weird, it do not add up to 6 but it was 8 (in this case)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facts and History&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore celebrated its first National Day in 1966, one year after Singapore's independence from Malaysia on 9 August 1965.  The first &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Day_Parade"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;National Day Parade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; started in the morning at 9:00 A.M. People came as early as 7:00 A.M. in order to get good vantage points. Singapore's first President, Mr Yusof bin Ishak and Singapore's first Prime Minister, Mr Lee Kuan Yew, were seated with members of the government at the grandstand on the steps of City Hall. When the parade began, 6 military contingents (including the Singapore Infantry Regiment, SPDF and the Republic of Singapore Police), a mobile column from the SIR, and various schools and civil contingents marched past City Hall and then into the city streets. Of course, 3 military bands accompanied the parade inspection and later the march past with military music. The Singapore Fire Brigade also took part in this first parade with its firetrucks included in the mobile column.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1968 parade was the first parade to be held in the rain. Some participants and spectators in this parade discussed this issue after the National Day Rally Speech in 2005. It was not going be until 1975, 1977, 1980 and 2008 that National Day Parades were to be held in wet weather. It was also in that year's parade that parade presentations in the Padang itself (aside from the civil march past and on the street presentations) by various groups debuted, ending with the Chinese mass lion and dragon dances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TPHON-7Rt7I/AAAAAAAAQA4/rUmrkZY08XM/s1600/CIMG8125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TPHON-7Rt7I/AAAAAAAAQA4/rUmrkZY08XM/s400/CIMG8125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544439355895035826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Animal Rescue Fisher-Price Toy Car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/09/30/toy-story/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toy Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read the above link, &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/09/30/toy-story/"&gt;Toy Story&lt;/a&gt;.  This is really '&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2010/09/20/enchanted-singapore/"&gt;spooky', 'Haunted House'&lt;/a&gt;...Watched The Detective last night.  On the night (early morning) of 27 November 2010, strange sound was heard....Richard heard it too.  It was about 4am.....dogs barking sound was first, and next MELODY... a tune which we NEVER HEARD before, coming from the toy as shown above (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/story-of-salvation"&gt;Animal Rescue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Fisher-Price Toy Car), which was bought on 22 November 2010 at Kiddy Palace...  It was a melody consisting of dogs barking, clapping hands/applause...CELEBRATIONS!!!!  It was a TOTAL OF THREE APPLAUSE in continuation (3 Melody in total) and after which the music STOP TOTALLY (4.15am).  After that, I heard a footstep sound on the blue mat which is in the room.... It was the '&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;invisible man&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/strong&gt; again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(to be continued)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-952088560501075136?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/952088560501075136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=952088560501075136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/952088560501075136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/952088560501075136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/11/second-coming.html' title='The Second Coming'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TPHON-7Rt7I/AAAAAAAAQA4/rUmrkZY08XM/s72-c/CIMG8125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-3215249339173541274</id><published>2010-11-26T11:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T12:20:17.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date of birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirits and religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese surname'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cha mo ren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ancestors'/><title type='text'>Pathfinder</title><content type='html'>National Anthem was sang.  However, the lyrics was changed.  Everyone assembled, standing straight, except for me, who is 'running'.  My legs were numbed.  I fell down.  Someone came to help me.  It was a guy.  He helped me to the group, adults standing in the 'class'...  I was looking for my family.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a classroom, I discovered that I was being 'used'.  I did not know that, but discovered it only later.  It was the Ee family...  Someone had spoken to me.  The last time I saw him, he was very skinny.  The first time I saw him, he was looking perfect and fit, a fair guy.  His name?  Was it Kenny or some other name?  Forgotten about name, but only know his look.  Anyway, in this classroom, a dark lady, looking like Malay, brought along a male kid.  The Malay women gave instruction to the male child.  They were supposed to put gave drugs to us (force) -- not sparing any kids.  My turn came.  They starved drugs into my ears and mouth.  I tried not to eat it.  Later, I walked out to spit it out... fearing if the camera got caught me a not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In another classroom, Richard, I and another person which I had forgotten, were sitting round a squarish table this time.  The 'real session' began.  Richard suddenly disappeared.  He vanished into the wall!  His clothes, a piece of 'grey rag' was seen at one edge of the wall.  I called out to him.  It was no use.  It was like an 'abduction' or 'kidnapped', in exchange for something.  I had to help out this family to find certain information about people.  There are several other tables.  All having the same function.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw words, yellowish glowing words appearing on the top right-hand side of the front wall, just in front of me.  It was rows of words written in the traditional words and in real Chinese manner, from up to down (vertically).  Three characters were written on the wall.  It is the name of a person.  Following this, on the left was written the date.   It must be the date of birth of this person.  On the further left were more words, but I had no chance to see these words.  Before I can 'study' more, my eyes were 'in a white mess' (the real state-- seeing white 'flowers'; and I knew I was dreaming....so real....)  I do not know how to read the three words, but I can still remember how to write the first two.  The date of birth was written in Chinese too, and it was the third month....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coincidentally, Cha Mo Ren was checking on somebody too... and the person they were looking for has the date of birth third month and day 15...  This person 僵旦X which I dreamed of was born on the third month also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next part of the dream was two old women -- Richard's grandmother and his great grandmother.  I had never seen their great grandmother.  However, in this dream, I saw 2 white-haired women, sitting in the house, one in front of the other, both sitting in a manner that the face is facing in front, but not facing each other.  Richard had brought me to this house.  I asked him for the identity of this woman, which I do not get to see both the faces.  In this house, many people were talking.  The father was present.  He talked to me on the bed.  He was asking if we wanted to join them for dinner.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went for dinner.  We walked to City Hall through a shortcut, which is surprisingly fast (through Tanjong Pagar).  There were some kind of show/procession going on.  It was some kind of 'god' thing.  Richard and I were going back.  We wanted to try another way, but it seemed so far.  We walked over a piece of big banner which was hang at this part of City Hall.  This "Chinese Banner", white in colour with prints of drawings and words on it, which I had no idea what religion or thing it is at all.  Since walking back from here is very long way, we decided to go back from where we came from in the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, we were at the swimming pool.  My mother was in one of the toilet.  I was searching for the ladies.  Why didn't I join my mother when I found her, but still looking for the toilet?  Did my mother enter the male toilet?  I asked someone beside me.  Was it my sister?  She told me that my mother's toilet was for the female... who had brought her there?  She said Peter...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The toilets were so big and really looked like those swimming pools toilet -- with lockers in them.  These toilets were painted peach colour and so clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-3215249339173541274?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3215249339173541274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=3215249339173541274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/3215249339173541274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/3215249339173541274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/11/pathfinder.html' title='Pathfinder'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-8681377327925970072</id><published>2010-11-21T14:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T17:16:10.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='king of kings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anointed one'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the greatest one'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hdb temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese mediums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese temple'/><title type='text'>Christ The King</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TOjiAYOOViI/AAAAAAAAQAQ/TvSy3G743O8/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-21%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.22.42.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TOjiAYOOViI/AAAAAAAAQAQ/TvSy3G743O8/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-21%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.22.42.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541927837609383458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/09/14/triumph-of-the-holy-cross/"&gt;Fish Appreciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment I seemed to have forgotten what I had dreamed earlier on in the morning.  I just remembered a 'coloured fish' that appeared on the 'second floor' of a 'factory' when I went into a toilet that was enclosed by grey cloth.  I was searching for toilet and ran into one, among the many others.  In this toilet, enclosed with a grey cloth, I looked out in front of me.  To my surprise, I saw a white fish, but coloured with yellowish and reddish coloured on its shiny surface.  The fish was flipping when I spotted it -- showing that it was alive.  "How did the fish get here?"  This was what came to my mind.  There were steps (stairs) just in front of the fish and below this floor is the 'factory'.  Someone else were with me, but I had forgotten who they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese Temple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only obvious image I can remember and really stay with me since this morning.  As I tried to recall and finally gave up, I suddenly remember more.  It was a dream of HDB TEMPLE I had -- a message trying to tell me about something that is 'not true' or 'should not be'...  I saw a 3 room flat living room.  In the living room was placed with ALTARS... or an Altar, placed with offerings or rather, incense.  Women were 'praying'.  I saw &lt;a href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/07/message-from-jesus.html"&gt;Pan LingLing&lt;/a&gt; standing outside this flat/house of temple.  I wonder if she is in her right mind.  Someone had told me that she was spotted and she was not in her 'normal self' (something like that) earlier on.  Next, I saw her through the window.  She was wearing a orange-pink T-shirt, with her hair let down on her shoulder.  She was talking through the windows.  Where am I?  From what I had seen, I was inside this HDB temple!  But of course, I did not see myself.  I did not go to this house also, but this is what I SEE in the dream -- and the message I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/30/jesus-my-master/"&gt;Christ The King&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For two weeks we did not go to church...today the church will be celebrating the Solemnity of Christ The King...  If everything is running well, we would be in the church at 11am.  But since I was not feeling well, we stayed at home.  At 11.36pm, I was in the toilet.  I heard the children and Richard talking.  Later I realized that someone had &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/10/09/words-art/"&gt;rang the bell&lt;/a&gt;.  Again, nobody was seen.  Richard heard the lift door opened and closed...  He suspects it was Hong Lu...  This is really a &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2010/09/15/unriddle/"&gt;mystery&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trailer:《一个好爸爸》Run Papa Run (2008)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="425" height="344" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xUsH9HkOnHs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xUsH9HkOnHs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loyalty vs Compassion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I watched this movie on Channel 8 and it showed some Catholic Rites in this show.  It is a show about the Chinese "god" (the so-called Guan Er Ye by the HK) and the English God (Jesus)... an interesting show... which involves deep reflections....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/02/king-of-kings/"&gt;KING of the kings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the side track, back to HDB flat Temples.  I was personally 'led' to Clementi HDB temple and also Bukit Timah Terrace Temple!  If you read my blogs, I am not a person who know fully about my religion nor the rest of the religion in Singapore.  But, I am just so curious to find out about the Truth and the importance of being a disciple of Christ or to be nonchalant about it.  To been through all this is an experience.  People can have all sort of sayings and you would not know whether they are the truth.  But based on your own experience, you can never forget what you had been through.  Despite what the mediums and the 'translator' or 'adviser' had said, I just took everything with a pinch of salt, because I had learned about some Catholics teachings and what Jesus had taught...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/07/09/jesus-my-saviour/"&gt;Temple Creation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legal or Illegal is not for me to say.  But I check the internet for such topic or discussion about HDB Temple.  I found two interesting reports about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TOjipQKae4I/AAAAAAAAQAg/jDdNZYMej_Y/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-21%2Bat%2BPM%2B05.12.31.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TOjipQKae4I/AAAAAAAAQAg/jDdNZYMej_Y/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-21%2Bat%2BPM%2B05.12.31.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541928539820555138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/stomp/3552/4132/197292"&gt;STOMPer Vicky says&lt;/a&gt; her parents-in-law's neighbour has &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;set up a temple in their flat&lt;/span&gt;, and is worried about the safety implications of all the burning involved.  She says:"My parents-in-law's neighbour in Marine Parade runs a temple in their &lt;strong&gt;three-room HDB home&lt;/strong&gt;.  "Every Saturday, &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;stools are lined up in the four-unit corridor awaiting customers to the temple&lt;/span&gt;.  "We have to put up with&lt;strong&gt; smoke and ashes&lt;/strong&gt; from joss stick and joss paper burning.  "When we complained to the &lt;strong&gt;Town Council&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;NEA&lt;/strong&gt; about fire hazard, we were told that since 'proper receptacles are provided for the burning of joss papers' along the corridor, no action would be taken, except to 'advise the occupier to show consideration to others around them when they burnt joss papers'.  "Does HDB allow a temple to be set up at home?  "Is it safe for open fire burning along corridors, especially when flags are hung so close by  "Must we wait for accidents to occur before the auhorities take action?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TOjiAhOQPNI/AAAAAAAAQAY/JHS-hgMTxbQ/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-21%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.23.27.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TOjiAhOQPNI/AAAAAAAAQAY/JHS-hgMTxbQ/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-21%2Bat%2BPM%2B03.23.27.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541927840025427154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This HDB flat at Jalan Tenteram is being used for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unauthorised temple activities&lt;/span&gt;, says &lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/stomp/3552/4126/249622"&gt;STOMPer complainthero&lt;/a&gt;, who urges for legal actions to be taken against the tenant of the flat.  This is not a new problem and needs to be addressed as it creates &lt;strong&gt;noise&lt;/strong&gt; pollution for the neighbours.  The &lt;strong&gt;offerings&lt;/strong&gt; left lying around also &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;attract pests and obstruct the pathway&lt;/span&gt;.  In an email, STOMPer complainthero says:“Here are pictures of the abuse of an HDB rental flat as a makeshift temple/shrine.  “The so-called medium (tangki) creates noise pollution during rituals like hitting the gong.  “As you can see in some of the photos, the offerings, which consist of food and drinks, are left lying around.  “This could attract pests like cockroaches, lizards, and pigeons.  “Such cases have persisted for years and it seems that HDB does nothing about them.  “Imagine if other religious groups start their own makeshift places of worship.  “These makeshift temples prevent cleaners from performing their cleaning duties by &lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blocking the pathway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with the altar and offerings.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Related Links&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issue: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/11/17/hdb-walk-through/"&gt;HDB Walk-Through&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please Read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/sheltered-linkway"&gt;Shelter Linkway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/user-friendly-environment"&gt;User-Friendly Environment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/5-foot-way"&gt;5-Foot Way&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/woodlands-executive-maisonette"&gt;Woodlands Executive Maisonette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/hdb-corridor"&gt;HDB Corridor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/shelter-linkage"&gt;Sheltered Linkages&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/hdb-walkways"&gt;HDB Walkways&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/housing-estates"&gt;Housing Estates&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/corridor-obstruction"&gt;Corridor Obstruction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/hdb-hang-clothes"&gt;HDB Hang Clothes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/11/18/a-good-deed/"&gt;A Good Deed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/hdb-ramps"&gt;HDB Ramps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-8681377327925970072?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.peacebella.com/2010/11/21/hdb-temple/' title='Christ The King'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8681377327925970072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=8681377327925970072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-7364089618463908965</id><published>2010-11-20T10:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T18:13:08.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life and death matters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catholics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divinity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving your neighbour'/><title type='text'>The Legend</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2010/11/20/hokkien-songs%EF%BC%88%E6%B2%88%E6%96%87%E7%A8%8B%EF%BC%89/"&gt;沈文程&amp;amp;張瀛仁-舊情也綿綿-KTV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="425" height="344" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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It is about concert tickets.  Lion had brought the tickets.  I did not intend to go with him, but don't know how to reject him.  Perhaps he sensed it.  He keep reminding and stressing on the date.  I had forgotten the date, but it seems like Saturday.  Next, Pokemon came with as well.  He wanted to go to the concert with us as well -- me and the children...  We were so busy, forgotten what is it really about, but it was a shopping complex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/08/national-day-surprise.html"&gt;Marina Square&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of steps on &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/06/13/singapore-flyer/"&gt;the stairs&lt;/a&gt;, just like those on Marina Shopping Mall...  I looked up and saw one shop on the side of the stairs.  I walked up to the shop.  The next thing that I can remember is shopping for some stuff.  A woman was tending to the shop, a woman whom I seemed to have known, but she was my mother's hairdresser at Boon Lay...  she told me not to tell anyone about her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Decision&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While shopping, I was looking at my watch.  The concert is starting at a time which I had forgotten.  But in the dream, I told Pokemon that if I had missed the concert, I can still go again on another day -- I don't want to miss the chance of uniting with my niece and children.  I want my children and niece to attend the concert too.  Lim Chan was with me.  It was moments of waiting for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/05/11/respecting-the-church/"&gt;The Face Business&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I found myself standing on a ground, looking up, I saw two houses or rather 2 walls.  On the far most right, a door with a plaque of FISH, so big that it occupied almost the height of the wall. It is a golden and coloured plaque of the Luo Han Fish (花罗汉鱼 - Hua Luo Han Fish).  The next house, just next to this one, in front of this house, contains another picture on the wall.  There seemed to be papers pasted on the walls.  On the third most house, on the left of me, a man standing at the door.  He was talking to me since he saw me looking at the plaque.  He said,"that one is not the nicest.."  He is talking out of jealousy I thought.  He said that his house has even better Luo Han Fish, more beautiful than that.  The one with the plaque is a sign that the owner had won the contest.  The walls of the house looked like those of &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/07/face-business.html"&gt;Marsiling shops&lt;/a&gt;...  In this part of the dream, I saw a shop that looked like NTUC, and I saw the word "LEGEND" in the dream also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TOeefjmIO-I/AAAAAAAAQAA/rZrpsNu-whg/s1600/CIMG7772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TOeefjmIO-I/AAAAAAAAQAA/rZrpsNu-whg/s400/CIMG7772.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541572131470982114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photograph of Hua Luo Han Fish showing &lt;b&gt;Big Head&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/08/feng-shui.html"&gt;Feng Shui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese has various beliefs.  They always wanted to look for fortune or wealth.  They seek ways and means to get rich.  Some would buy crystals, others even buy fish, believing that they would bring luck to them.  Still, they are others who pray to the dead, go to the tomb and to temple even, to 'ask' for numbers (4-digits) -- so that they can strike lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TOeezaqepII/AAAAAAAAQAI/s5HcJkn2UAg/s1600/CIMG7777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TOeezaqepII/AAAAAAAAQAI/s5HcJkn2UAg/s400/CIMG7777.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541572472670692482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the year 2003, keeping the Hua Luo Han, the fish shown above in the photograph, was a 'fashion trend'.  People believe that Hua Luo Han bring fortune and blessing to Homes.  How true is that?  Richard as well as my neighbour kept the fish during those days.  During those days, Richard spent hundreds of money that may amount to thousands, buying the aquariums and various breeds of the fish.  Now there are no more Hua Luo Han at our home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-7364089618463908965?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.peacebella.com/2010/11/20/舊情也綿綿/' title='The Legend'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7364089618463908965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=7364089618463908965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/7364089618463908965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/7364089618463908965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/11/legend.html' title='The Legend'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TOeefjmIO-I/AAAAAAAAQAA/rZrpsNu-whg/s72-c/CIMG7772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-2524750055841276084</id><published>2010-11-19T12:57:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T17:24:28.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese funeral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divinity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mrs pi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='channel 8 shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cha mo ren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symbolism'/><title type='text'>青龙 ( Green Dragon)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/08/11/hungry-ghosts-festival-%E4%B8%AD%E5%85%83%E8%8A%82/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541163612782101554" style="cursor: hand; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TOYq8o4yhDI/AAAAAAAAP_4/JxAsGwnJeyQ/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-19%2Bat%2BPM%2B01.11.42.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; What I had dreamed on 6 September 2010 about &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/09/dragon-time-machine.html"&gt;Dragon Time Machine&lt;/a&gt; looked somehow like this picture above -- the circular one above.  The one at the bottom was very equivalent to what I had seen in the clouds on &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/08/11/hungry-ghosts-festival-%E4%B8%AD%E5%85%83%E8%8A%82/"&gt;11 August 2010&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just how miraculous it is -- the people who appeared in my dreams.  I did not think of them and I did not anticipate any of them.  Neither do I know some of them at all.  They are totally strangers who appeared in my dreams -- faces which I had never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard always said that I am too free and that's why I dream.  My mother said that I dream what we thought of in the day.  How many people can really know about Dreams?  One day, during the year 2009, I think Isaac was not born yet.  I dreamed of God.  I had never seen the face of God before, nor even know what really is God when I was young.  I wonder how people can pray to someone whom they do not even know or visualize.  But God appeared.  I was transcended, and yet everything seemed to be a nightmare which nobody seemed to believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is an island and we had come to share what we know.  This picture above is taken from the website about &lt;a href="http://www.stpinyin.com/chinese_culture/chinese_emblems/qinglong.htm"&gt;Chinese Culture&lt;/a&gt;.  I had dreamed about the Green Dragon this morning.  I had absolutely no idea what is the green dragon.  What I saw in the dream was just words, Chinese Characters as shown in this picture below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/09/dragon-time-machine.html" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541143632024241970" style="cursor: hand; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TOYYxmw5BzI/AAAAAAAAP_w/J9POoBcJ9YQ/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-19%2Bat%2BPM%2B02.22.56.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green words on the left is written green dragon, but these are the traditional Chinese characters, which is what I had seen in the dream.  The simplified form is 青龙.  These traditional "Green Dragon" words in Chinese were PAPER WORDS cut out nicely and pasted on cloth banners in the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the website, it is said that the Green/blue dragon is one of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2010/04/15/descent-of-the-holy-spirit/"&gt;four spiritual creatures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Dragon is a symbol of &lt;strong&gt;power and monarch&lt;/strong&gt;. Dragon symbolize the whole &lt;strong&gt;Chinese&lt;/strong&gt; people. The ancient Chinese people thought the color of the east was green/blue according to the popular philosophy at that time. So they called the dragon representing the east “green/blue” dragon.  Just yesterday I dreamed of a &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/11/admiralty-primary-school.html"&gt;cyan (blue/green) wall&lt;/a&gt; at Admiralty Primary School -- with bats flying around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long long ago, ancient Chinese people sorted animals into four categories ( &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bird, beast, worm and fish&lt;/span&gt; ) according to their characters of flying, walking, moving , swimming , feather, plume , scale and their &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;regions of living (sky, river, land )&lt;/span&gt;. Then they select one animal as representation of each category. This is the origin of the four spiritual creatures. With the development of the &lt;strong&gt;ancient astronomy&lt;/strong&gt;, the four creatures were connected with star constellations and directions. About Yin dynasty, people thought that the configuration of star constellations in the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;east liked a dragon, south bird, west tiger and north the union of tortoise and snake&lt;/span&gt;. When it came to the Warring State , people added one color for each creature. From then on green/blue dragon( 青龙 ) ， white tiger ( 白虎 ) ， red bird ( 朱雀 ) and black tortoise/black union of tortoise and snake( 玄武 ) were frequently painted on the walls of the early Chinese and regarded as the four spiritual creatures of the celestial having the apotropaic function of warding off the evil spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541126495519634786" style="cursor: hand; width: 369px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TOYJMITz9WI/AAAAAAAAP_Y/Z1yWTJSBpuo/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-19%2Bat%2BPM%2B12.44.10.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photograph taken from the show Mrs P.I or 查某人, the latest Channel 8 Mediacorp 9pm show.  It shows the kind banner that I had seen in the dream.  In this photograph, you see a piece of blue blanket with plastic sheets of words pasted on it.  In my dream, it is a much better quality one.  It is carved out words (made from hard paper) pasted on the cloth instead of plastic printed in such 'mass production' manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TOYJtTbSI2I/AAAAAAAAP_g/iwoqmfSUkeI/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-19%2Bat%2BPM%2B12.48.57.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541127065439445858" style="cursor: hand; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TOYJtTbSI2I/AAAAAAAAP_g/iwoqmfSUkeI/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-19%2Bat%2BPM%2B12.48.57.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another photograph to show the blanket banner which people often gave to the family of the deceased.  In my time, I had seen such blanket also given to my great grandparents and my grandparents (at their wakes).  But they were exactly what I had seen in my dream this morning, of better quality, carved out Chinese Characters pasted/stapled word or word on the blanket instead of printed on plastic sheet like the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream, I was at Boon Lay, the &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/18/memory-lane/"&gt;part of Boon Lay&lt;/a&gt; (at the HDB Flats) just opposite of &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/05/30/st-josephs-home/"&gt;St Joseph's Home&lt;/a&gt;.  I cannot remember the full details but it was a rush for time.  At the spot, I was 'having no time left'.  The next thing I can remember about this dream is an enclosed area consisting of vacant shops.  Luckily there was a small not so obvious 'outlet' at one corner.  The glasses of all these shops were pasted with KFC stickers.  I dreamed of my sister, Mary, and my father was present as well.  But standing with us was a woman whom we do not know at all.  She was very serious and talked to us about my brothers, my two brothers.  She was asking like: which of the two brothers are more 'unlucky' or 'lucky'.....  She wanted to pass something to us, some talisman I supposed.  It was a 'knot' (jie) she was referring to.  It is something inevitable and had to occur.... this message I got...  My answer and our answer after 'much discussion' was given to her, this woman with curly hair, a Chinese.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/11/divinity.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Divinity...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/11/divinity.html" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541127784504021122" style="cursor: hand; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TOYKXKJo0II/AAAAAAAAP_o/gscypInafLk/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-19%2Bat%2BPM%2B12.42.38.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan Tern (唐育书) in episode 1 of Mrs P.I or 查某人, paying respect to his wife, Zhou Hui Ling who had &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2010/07/07/mystery-of-faith/"&gt;fallen&lt;/a&gt; from their HDB flat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-2524750055841276084?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.stpinyin.com/chinese_culture/chinese_emblems/qinglong.htm' title='青龙 ( Green Dragon)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2524750055841276084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=2524750055841276084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/2524750055841276084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/2524750055841276084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/11/green-dragon.html' title='青龙 ( Green Dragon)'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TOYq8o4yhDI/AAAAAAAAP_4/JxAsGwnJeyQ/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-19%2Bat%2BPM%2B01.11.42.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-5310163231131383773</id><published>2010-11-18T12:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T17:35:50.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Security'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fish and Crabs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Canteens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bookshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fish Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Admiralty Primary School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark ages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teachers Community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bukit Timah Wet Market'/><title type='text'>Admiralty Primary School</title><content type='html'>A day ago, I dreamed of a giant cave man.  The skin was very tanned!  Long hands and long legs, he laid on the floor.  Someone was examining him.  It was reported that his fingers were full of germs, viruses...  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, I had a dream of APS.  It was a 'dark' dream.  There were no sunlight at all.  It was not day time either.  But the sky was dark and the surroundings and everything that I saw in the dream was dark.  The school was busy at the time I went.  Teachers were walking around the school compound, going in and out of doors.  A female teacher came walking past me, face to face.  I did not know her, but it showed the light intensity of the dream.  It was so dark that even when she came face to face, it was not that clear, though I can see her face.  At this point, Clara and I were going to the bookshop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We proceed to the bookshop at a right hand corner of the school.  I asked Clara if she had brought along her booklist and things like that.  Her answer was no and we came to take a look.  We entered the bookshop.  It was a very very big shop like a departmental store.  Upon entering, we had to turn left.  I was searching for Clara.  She had entered before me.  I went to the first row, the pens section, but could not see her.  Later on, I intended to walk out of the bookshop to look for her, but saw her.  She came to find me instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opposite the pens section is another aisle.  On this side of the shop, furniture were placed here, selling beds especially.  I found a small bed and it was lined with mattress.  In the dream, the figure $293, the price of the bed was announced.  I wanted to buy the bed for Isaac...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprisingly, in this dream, no books were seen.  But later, I saw my sister, Mary coming with her family (or rather, Patrick and Stephanie I saw).  But the main thing is Mary.  She did not walk with us.  I did not see her later.  Then I told Clara that perhaps she just arrived and went to the front to start her shopping from there.  Later, we met again at a junction.  This time, she saw some red rubber bands and some hairs lying in a dish (for people to use).  She took hairs.  She wanted to tie her hair.  Then she kept asking me to take the red rubber bands.  I did not take.  In the dream, I got long hair!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The school has two eating areas.  I had gone to one eating place at the centre of the school.  Later, I saw a bigger eating place, the canteen on the far end of the school, with yellow tables and stools.  That was a bigger canteen with more people eating there.  But over here, at the centre of the school, it was a 'white canteen' with white flourescent lamps and seems brighter.  It is managed by one person.  So you can see this is not the multi-stalls type of canteen here.  There are several tables and chairs outside this main stall, but not as much as the other end of the canteen.  I did not go over to the other side of the canteen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the special bookstore.  Extending beyond the beds are still 'alleys'.  This time, my mother was walking with me in the market place.  Fresh fish lined the alleys.  So many arrays of fish really -- big and small, all kinds of varieties.  My mother was so excited to see some 'moving fish' (alive).  She quickly walked forward and told me that I should bring home some crabs and fish later.  She began picking fish for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a nice market -- the kind of old traditional market.  Bats were flying and the ceiling was so high. I do not want to miss the chance of taking such a nice place.  I took out my camera.  In the dream, it was exactly the same camera I am having -- same colour, same functions, everything the same.  In the dream, I have difficulties in pressing the buttons of the camera.  I had aimed and looked at the screen of the camera -- a cyan wall with a small rectangular window high up on the wall of the market.  Bats were flying and there seemed to be dirts or cobwebs on the ceiling.  Whether I zoomed or not, it was so hard to press the shutter.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother showed me the fish we were looking for -- the big white fish (don't know what it is called, but it is best cooked with pineapple, and it had an arch).  This is a rare fish and it was surprisingly beautiful, white and big in the dream.  My mother picked a fish and gave me to eat.  I cannot believe that I actually ate raw fish!  By the time I knew it, I had finished almost the whole fish and I dumped it away -- I saw a fish without head, with a little body left.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This market in the dream, even though it was APS, it was the old Bukit Timah Market that my mother and I had gone to during my childhood days.  Of course, it was not the way it looked like (what I had seen in real life), but in the dream, it was this meaning....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later in the school compound, it was some handful of people, man and woman, standing motionless (FREEZED) at the grass garden corner.  Some palms or plants were there.  These people stood freezed for some seconds.  I wondered why they do that.  And finally, Richard and I assumed that they did these to 'wake' themselves up.  They are in charge of school security.  In order to 'stay awake' and to 'delay' time, they had thought of such activities to amuse themselves.  From afar, I could not see the 'black figure'.  It was a man obviously.  He was darker than the rest.  As mentioned earlier about the light intensity, it is still very dark and no faces were seen as in this case, but just 'shadows' and some slight colours.  Beside this 'black man' is a woman wearing red shirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After there FREEZE were over, they started moving.  One of them came forward to me and asked us to go back to our group.  I don't even know what is my group...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-5310163231131383773?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.peacebella.com/2008/09/19/admiralty-primary-school/' title='Admiralty Primary School'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5310163231131383773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=5310163231131383773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/5310163231131383773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/5310163231131383773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/11/admiralty-primary-school.html' title='Admiralty Primary School'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-5775595482978113886</id><published>2010-11-15T15:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T15:57:54.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people with the same name'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name and fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='similar name'/><title type='text'>Chinese Names</title><content type='html'>I had forgotten what I had really dreamed of by now, but I must jot down what I had dreamed of this morning -- the main gist.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw a rites or procession along the road of Boon Lay Drive.  It was some people dressed in pink, wearing pants (so must be men) and a red chair or those traditional Chinese (sedan) chair, decorated with patterns on the chair (artwork).  Nobody was sitting on the chair...  the chair was moving....  it is some kind of spiritism...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this dream, I had seen SK, my neighbour.  She was speaking in Hokkien, surprisingly.  I had forgotten what were the exact words, but was saying in a 'sing-like' tone.  She was reluctant to say at first, but still say...  this is the first time I dreamed of her....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-5775595482978113886?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5775595482978113886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=5775595482978113886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/5775595482978113886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/5775595482978113886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/11/chinese-names.html' title='Chinese Names'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-3144690056967595933</id><published>2010-11-13T15:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T18:00:52.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money matters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanish'/><title type='text'>Spirits</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's dream was a sweet one.  Today this dream was quite a scary one, involving spiritism.  A few places were rather 'familar' as quite similar to what I had, but the environment was different.  The most remarkable thing about this dream is the part where I was at the cupboard... this  cupboard was very similar to my store room.  I was standing there, putting my things there -- a black hi fi set on the right and a money purse on the left.  Surprising thing happened as I put the money bag and the hi fi down on the shelves of the cupboard.  I found that the money bag just disappeared!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucy was around the corner, at this place, which was like a open space, something like the vicinity of a lobby or NUS compound or some kind of resort.  Behind me were drawers, which I am supposed to tidy up by a specified time (in just a few days, perhaps 2 or less than that) -- afterwhich, we would be leaving the place and going home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I searched up and down, walked in and out to find the money purse, which contains a minimum of $80, not less than that.  The purse was a orange one and rather small.  I searched but just could not find it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on, Peter and Lucy came.  I had forgotten the details of the dream, but it was a picture frame Peter was trying to point at -- indicating that they already knew what I wanted to say.  They told me to keep quiet because the spirits can hear the words...  I did not look at the picture from the photo frame which they pointed.  It was that of the Buddhist religion, something of the Thailand one I suspect....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something serious happened.  The Chinese spiritual medium obviously had 'taken' the money.  But we had discovered it.  Now, it was something like the spirit to 'return' to some places or something like that.  He mentioned,"You want it to be like Sir Stamford Raffles?"  or even some other statue...  It is something relating to the spirit entering the statues.... it was a decision, a scary decision we had to make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-3144690056967595933?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3144690056967595933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=3144690056967595933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/3144690056967595933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/3144690056967595933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/11/spirits.html' title='Spirits'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-2809789361056864164</id><published>2010-11-10T08:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T10:49:16.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s agreement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainbow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken wings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interconnected world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning of names'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symbolism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woodlands waterfront'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jurong bird park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eagle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and country'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing Spirits'/><title type='text'>C E Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TNoGc0BfXzI/AAAAAAAAP-I/58DpP-pQorQ/s1600/CIMG7033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TNoGc0BfXzI/AAAAAAAAP-I/58DpP-pQorQ/s400/CIMG7033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537745783876443954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/09/04/on-eagles-wings/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eagles Flying In the Sky at Woodlands Waterfront&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2007/05/16/my-name/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meaning of Names&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2006/06/24/i-dream-of-cebest/"&gt;I dreamt of Cebest&lt;/a&gt;.  It was &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2006/06/08/cebest/"&gt;Cebest&lt;/a&gt; and Ricsson on the bus.  Richard and I alighted the bus first, leaving these two and the rest of the family members, mainly Ricsson and Cebest on the bus.  Later, I saw Ricsson and asked the whereabout of Cebest, which he had left him behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/11/shelter.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Eagle's Wings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this dream, I saw my parents too.  In my mother's room, which was at a place, not their house, but a room of some sort of vacation places, I saw my mother hanged my father's shirt above the bed.  It was a shirt given to him by my sister, Mary.  It was a beautiful shirt, made of towel material.  I tried the clothes and it was so comfortable.  My mother said that if I like it, I can have it.  But I did not take it because it belongs to my father and she said that usually father did not wear shirt, but he wore this shirt, and really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second time I dreamed of my sister, Mary, in these '&lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/10/number-13-and-14.html"&gt;NEW LIFE&lt;/a&gt;" that I had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I did not know what I had dreamed or perhaps no dream as yet when I had awoken suddenly to 'rescue' Isaac.  But after that, I dreamed of a woman, a woman who was tending to a coffee shop or cafeteria, selling seafood.  Her face was fair, very fair with some blemishes on her skin (freckles or 黑斑).  I was eating &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/10/20/education-times/"&gt;Chicken wings&lt;/a&gt; at this cafeteria.  There were several other people present at this place.  As I was eating the fried brown chicken wings, I can taste its 'unfreshness' (not fresh at all).  It was &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/08/feng-shui.html"&gt;臭鸡翅膀 (stale chicken wings&lt;/a&gt;).  At first, I had a serving of chicken wings.  But when I ordered another set of chicken wings, it was stale.  I went to the stall.  I saw a 'black woman' standing inside the stall, trying to tell her about her chicken wings also.  I was not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told this woman that she should not do business like that.  She was unhappy.  I asked if I can have a refund.  Showing her my unfinished plate of 9 chicken wings (1 eaten -- the 'smelly' one) and some French Fries in the plate.  But when I was about to ask the woman to go to the table to check it out, the cleaner had cleared my table.  I saw the woman walked to the door, came out from their staff area, into the customer tables place.  I quickly walked to her and told her that the cleaner had cleared everything on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to her stall, when asked for her name, she was reluctant to give.  Next, she gave a piece of paper, when I requested to have her contacts.  It was a paper(flyer) with decoration of seafood, and it was obviously not hers, but belong to the owner of the cafeteria or coffee shop.  On the paper, she pointed out her name and numbers, scribbled on a place on the paper.  It was her name, something like 'Wam PhXX"  This morning, I could remember so clearly her name, and it looked like those Vietnamese name, but now, I had forgotten the name, but 'wam' was quite sure.  In the dream, I asked her about her country.  I asked if she came from China.  But she told me it was "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2010/08/31/inspiration-from-god/"&gt;连国&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;“.  In the dream, I wondered if it was Korea... and asked if she had meant Korea...  but later on I was awoken by &lt;a href="http://www.isaactoh.com/instinct"&gt;Isaac's cries&lt;/a&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/14/anglo-chinese-school-acs/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Best is Yet To Be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TNoG7y1WluI/AAAAAAAAP-Q/F4gGuEZqwcI/s1600/CIMG4285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TNoG7y1WluI/AAAAAAAAP-Q/F4gGuEZqwcI/s400/CIMG4285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537746316133045986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/08/17/evolution-of-education/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rainbow as The New and Everlasting Covenant of God&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The New and Everlasting &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2010/05/27/raffles-institution-anthem/"&gt;Covenant of God&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacemotivate.com/2010/02/19/lift-up-your-heart/"&gt;Besides eagle&lt;/a&gt;, I also witness the &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/08/17/evolution-of-education/"&gt;surprising&lt;/a&gt; appearance of the &lt;a href="http://www.isaactoh.com/favicon"&gt;rainbow&lt;/a&gt; on this day that I went to &lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/jurong-bird-park"&gt;Jurong Bird Park&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-2809789361056864164?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.peaceinspire.com/2010/05/27/raffles-institution-anthem/' title='C E Best'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2809789361056864164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=2809789361056864164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/2809789361056864164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/2809789361056864164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/11/c-e-best.html' title='C E Best'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TNoGc0BfXzI/AAAAAAAAP-I/58DpP-pQorQ/s72-c/CIMG7033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-4874212390147087229</id><published>2010-11-06T09:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T10:38:31.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lives and death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deities beliefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nine emperor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jiu wang ye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jiu Huang Da Di 九皇大帝'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese mediums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idols worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nine emperor gods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><title type='text'>Shelter</title><content type='html'>This morning, I had a rather real dream, a dream of special 'vision' and 'magic'.  As it was in the morning and as usual, some exact numbers I had forgotten.  It was a dream of me carrying Isaac.  It was some people I was with, my family members like my parents, Richard and my brother.  Isaac and me walked first, walking down the stairs of a Lily-white painted block of HDB flat.  Somehow, it was a wrong turn and suddenly I appeared in such a strange place of the flat.  This was the first time I came to this flat.  At first we were at a lower floor, but looking at the surrounding environment and going down the stairs, I came to realized that it was the top few levels I was at.  Which floor am I at now?  It was a lily-white painted HDB flat, but the sky and the surrounding looked dark or grey.  Very scared, I dare not go upstairs (See if that was the last floor).  I decided to walk down and down.  But it was not stairs anymore.  It was a special 'roof' -- the roof of the staircase!  It was made of metal, and with rods.  It was inclined downwards, since the stairs are leading downwards.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was carrying Isaac and it was the metallic 'roof' of the downward staircase.  There are no railings.  There is no turning back.  I cannot cross to the block, unless I jumped (which is very risky).  Suddenly a guy appeared and I asked him to help.  This is a Chinese man, quite dark (tanned, but not extremely tanned), and I had never seen him before.  He was telling me something, exact words I cannot remember, but what he meant was about Life and Death matters which are destined to be; and I had to do it myself.  If I need help then there are certain conditions which I had forgotten what he had said.  But in the dream, I did not asked for help then.  I slided down the 'roof'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my parents in the house.  It seemed a low-floor house, but the location not determined.  But it seemed to be Boon Lay.  My father suddenly cannot walk.  He wanted to go toilet.  I was about to leave the house, but seeing that he needed help, I wanted to carry him to the toilet.  Then he said,"Don't need, he can still walk/manage."  But I still help me to the toilet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the same house, Isaac suddenly fell down.  I had to walk out of the toilet and attend to him.  The floor was dirty and I had to wash him.  Just on Thursday, Isaac had fallen in the bathroom.  Now, in the dream, this memories were with me.  I hugged him tightly while washing him and bathing him in the toilet (in the dream)....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A long dream.  The next part that I can remember was 'we' were going to the medium.  I was not keen, but I tagged along.  "We" came to a highway.  It was the sideroad of the highway.  Over there, it was a circular space where people can 'go in' (passed through).  A TV actress, don't know her name, had done that.  Before this, the guy had told me about such magic about walking through walls...  -- before this part, I was sitting down on the floor with a medium that tell me about such 'magical power' by the Chinese nine emperor/九王爷...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing my parents already went into the special circular 'tunnel', I was so scared that I was not able to pass through.  Later, I saw just beside this circular 'tunnel' were some groups of people, middle-aged women.  In front of them was a statue of a woman, the Guan Yin, and I saw 4 Chinese Characters below the statue...  These people were taking queue number.  They gave me a number 361.  So I asked them something like, "Is their number 360?"  Anyway that is not important.  The important part is I went down the 'tunnel' with Richard.  It was so hard to pass through the 'tunnel'.  It was really like magic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I want to continue this part, I want to mention about the HDB flat just now.  I suddenly got 'special ability' -- my right eyes can SEE THROUGH WALLS, these images were red in colour.  I see the walls with bricks and the images behind the walls... Both left and right eyes show different images...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Richard and I passed through the special tunnel.  We came to a flat, the opened space (corridor) of the level, another white building.  On the left were some tortoises, about four -- 2 VERY big tortoises with their special shells indicating they are land animals, and two smaller and different species of tortoises.  The two big land tortoises were at the centre.  A brown dog was fucking the tortoise!  We were rushing for time.  I told Richard to hurry, but he stood to watch the show.  On the right, opposites of these tortoises were children playing -- girls and boys, active and cheerful children.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked straight, pass by these children.  It was a house with people seeking medium and of course the medium.  I did not get to see the medium, which in the dream I had forgotten as well!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot remember the full details but my brother was thinking of buying insurance....  I also dreamed of &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-limits.html"&gt;the TV actor&lt;/a&gt; again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TNS4Qonp8pI/AAAAAAAAP-A/9EeUHLsoZ-U/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-09-18+at+PM+04.05.31.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TNS4Qonp8pI/AAAAAAAAP-A/9EeUHLsoZ-U/s400/Screen+shot+2010-09-18+at+PM+04.05.31.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536252437866345106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was another part of the dream, which I had forgotten where it should be (the sequence), but it was my school I went.  It seemed to be in Jurong.  I was soon to be late for class.  But I saw in the hall some procession going on.  I saw it was the Chinese 'Ritual', with special 'carriages' and rituals going on.  It just started when I reached there.  I decided to be late for class, since I do not want to miss this once in a lifetime opportunity.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the class (upstairs), it was Miss Leong, our Maths Teacher 'on duty'.  But I did not get to see her.  She was 'inside the room' while the students were waiting for her...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a dream of running and walking up and down, seeking and finding.  Richard's maternal grandmother is a Taoist.  I dreamed of her son... Richard's uncle....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-4874212390147087229?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-limits.html' title='Shelter'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4874212390147087229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=4874212390147087229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/4874212390147087229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/4874212390147087229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/11/shelter.html' title='Shelter'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TNS4Qonp8pI/AAAAAAAAP-A/9EeUHLsoZ-U/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-09-18+at+PM+04.05.31.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-3566699407466192176</id><published>2010-11-02T17:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T18:51:22.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all souls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivity of the dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feast of the dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese belief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zee ya pek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feast of all souls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tua ya pek'/><title type='text'>All Souls' Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TM_mbEFKsxI/AAAAAAAAP94/Ek9AwsFC2uU/s1600/CIMG7204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TM_mbEFKsxI/AAAAAAAAP94/Ek9AwsFC2uU/s400/CIMG7204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534895819687899922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-old-uncle.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tua Ya Pek (大爷伯) and Zee Ya Pek (大二爷伯) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; Tents at Woodlands&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday was &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/11/divinity.html"&gt;All Saints' Day&lt;/a&gt; and today is All Souls' Day.  This morning, I had a weird dream and it involves many people -- Richard, my mother-in-law (Richard's mother) and my sister-in-law (Richard's sister), besides other people.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The very gist of the dream was a person who so much resemble my paternal grandmother.  I was not sure whether it was her, but it had to be.  She seemed to be dressed in yellow, but seems 'dirty' or 'flowery' yellow (the 'grandmother' type of cloth material).  In this part of dream, it was a room, and I wanted to go into the room, but it was so cramped in there.  Someone had asked me to hand a stack of photographs to the respective people.  At the middle of the room is a big rectangular table with people seated on it (just like the way Jesus had his last supper with his disciples).  One of the photograph which I had handed over belongs to my second brother, Johnny.  Even Peter was there.  I asked Johnny if he had extra photographs or some more of that photograph at home.  If he had then I would like to keep his photograph.  But anyway, I still gave him back his photograph -- he was wearing spectacle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/07/kingdom-of-god.html"&gt;The Cupboard Sound...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the door.  The woman who so looked like my paternal grandmother was with a woman.  I had forgotten who this woman was.  This woman was going to change the clothes for her.  The place was so cramp, but still, it should not be like that....  this woman was going to change my grandmother's clothes on top of the cupboard!  I saw my grandmother, if she was my grandmother, she was standing on top of the cupboard -- A not so tall cupboard, those chest-level cupboard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was not a good dream, but a weird and quite 'scary' dream considering all these strange things... and even Mavis and my mother-in-law came in!  It is just so strange to see her again (my grandmother) after so many years, since I last seen her at my house at Boon Lay.  After that, the next occasion I saw her was at her funeral... she laid in the coffin.  And then finally, I only got to see her, only photograph, a very small one, at her grave.  What I have of her now was only photographs and memories..... and really dreams of her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother had asked to offer Mass for the dead, and I had contributed too.  Of all these people, it was &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/06/michael-jackson-returns.html"&gt;my paternal grandmother&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/07/mariology.html"&gt;Maria again&lt;/a&gt; who appeared in my dream...and it left a deep imprint on my brain, even though I had almost forgotten the whole dream (since it is evening time already).  But the way she stood on the cupboard was so strange, and this image just 'linger' on my brain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.isaactoh.com/incredible"&gt;Tuesday: Devotion To St Anthony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just now, at about 4pm or so, Richard asked,"Is there a power failure?"  The fan in our room had stopped mysteriously.  Only Richard and Isaac were in the room at that time.  I told him that I did not have any timer set for the fan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/solving-mysteries"&gt;Mysterious FAN STORY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not the first time that &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/05/18/the-unseen-friend/"&gt;the fan had stopped&lt;/a&gt;.  But on the last occasion, it was the fan in the living room that was stopped.  This time, I told him that the living room fan was still on.  Nobody in the living room had complained of power failure.  He on back the fan in the room.  It just started again.  What could have happened?  I was not in the room when such things happened and I cannot say anything more.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Halloween Night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the night of 31 October 2010, I saw from the kitchen GLOWING ORANGE LIGHTS from afar the horizon, the place where the 'oracle' always happen to be.   This was not the first time I had seen it, but on this night, which was soon going to be All Saints' Day, the light was Glowing So brightly.  It was not fire, if there is fire, there would be smoke...  this is really &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2010/09/20/enchanted-singapore/"&gt;Enchanted Singapore&lt;/a&gt;...  I seen the glowing light even in the morning, until it 'extinguished' in the early morning when the sun brightens up the sky.  At first, the glowing light vanished and the sky turned MAGENTA or pinkish like those of the highlighter pen (the pink colour).  It was really nice colour.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-3566699407466192176?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3566699407466192176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=3566699407466192176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/3566699407466192176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/3566699407466192176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-souls-day.html' title='All Souls&apos; Day'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TM_mbEFKsxI/AAAAAAAAP94/Ek9AwsFC2uU/s72-c/CIMG7204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-1472059246535094408</id><published>2010-11-01T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T00:01:04.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feast day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='number 6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all saints day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meng shen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding and birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>Divinity</title><content type='html'>Today is All Saints Day.  Went to church for mass and came home.  By the time I am jotting down what I had dreamed today, another day is almost past and later I am going to bed soon.  Went to Woodgrove and had dinner at Uncle Louise Cafe 899 or something like that.  Ate the Chi Cha there, and now I am experiencing very bad tummy ache that is draining me of energy....  feeling like want to vomit and also tummy ache...  basically I had eaten the Volcano Beancurd and their lemon chicken...  I am drinking Thailand 'pagoda powder' now to cure my tummy ache and the nauseous feeling.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't intend to jot these dream down as the whole day was so busy.   But the dream scene was like keep reminding me to jot it down.  So here I am to jot down what I had dreamed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a dream about Boon Lay Shopping Centre which I was at, and my home.  Opposite my home, I could see "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ah_Nan"&gt;Ah Nan&lt;/a&gt;" home.  He opened his door and came out of the door, which I happened to see.  The door is a 2 panel door, the type of olden days Chinese home, with paper pasted on them.  The doors were considered very wide and big.  But in the dream, Ah Nan was not friendly.  He was standing at the door, as though lookout for something and after that closed the door, asking people not to look at them or something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another celebrity that I had dreamed was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Priscelia_Chan"&gt;Priscelia Chan&lt;/a&gt;,  曾詩梅,  (born 6 November 1978) married to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alan_Tern"&gt;Alan Tern&lt;/a&gt; (唐育书, born 31st March 1976), actor and also an entrepreneur who deals with spectacles, on 6 October 2007...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a rather long dream and one part of the dream was Priscelia and another girl was standing outside the window of a carriage-like room peeping me (couching down).  Richard was in the carriage, sitting down on the chair.  It was as though a hospital.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there was a training school at Boon Lay Shopping Centre.... will not elaborate more on this.  Just when I was dreaming this dream, Isaac made noise.  I woke up to look at him, turning my back, I hit on someone..... so scary..... at about 5am, in fact before 5am -- only to realize that it was Ricsson!  Don't know how he is so coincidentally 'come' at this timing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole night, Clara could not sleep either.  The next day, which is today, is her Science Exam...  first time, I saw her kept waking up to go toilet.... and she told me she cannot sleep....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-1472059246535094408?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1472059246535094408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=1472059246535094408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/1472059246535094408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/1472059246535094408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/11/divinity.html' title='Divinity'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-2046499971572142073</id><published>2010-10-29T05:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T06:29:51.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teo family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summoning of spirits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elder uncle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='168'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese gods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luck and chances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese mediums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='number 68'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teo ser luck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual mediums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese Deities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second uncle'/><title type='text'>大爷伯 (Big Old Uncle)</title><content type='html'>5.36 am.  Awakened by a terrible dream....and awoken miraculously by a mysterious means... a strange effect as though something 'vapourise' or there is some kind of 'outlet' escaping through my ears slowly, in a gradual manner.  The next thing I heard was Richard calling out something like "ghar ghar".  I don't know what he had dreamed also.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a dream about Doris, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teo_Ser_Luck"&gt;Teo Ser Luck&lt;/a&gt;, Lucy and my brother.  Just before I was awoken, we were all escaping, running upslope on a tilted platform of a person's house, Teo Ser Luck.  I had told her,"Why she had constructed her house like that!"  2 or 3 women dropped down while 'escaping'.  I remembered one woman dressed in white, running upslope, but was fallen like skateboarding down the slope, through the outrageous handrail(what bar) which was constructed so far widely apart.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the women were running, and I was running. I was able to run safely up the slope, saying "luckily" to myself.  Perhaps that was due to the shoe I was wearing.  I managed to escape to the 'next level'.  On the left of the slope, I proceeded to a place like a lounge area, with seats like a cafteria and there is a lift at a far end.  In the dream, I remembered the girl which I was to 'rescue' also, but now I had forgotten who this girl was.  I could have escape, but I was waiting for this girl in the lift, who walked so slow and in the end, Teo Ser Luck and the rest of the woman catch up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the lift, it was a lift slightly downwards on groundlevel (even lower than the so called cafeteria floor).  Inside the lift, there is a metal bar which could hinder Teo Ser Luck from capturing, or just anyone.  It was a strange dream.  Teo Ser Luck was as though a giant or was it that we were become miniature people in the lift?  Teo Ser Luck put her hand in the lift as though she could draw me out despite knowing the fact that there is a metal bar and it could be impossible.  But it was a terrible dream.  It was a 'death' end for me, MY TURN to be dead or to FACE the FATE.... won't know what she would do to me next.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to come out voluntarily.  I come out of the lift despite having the rest of the people.  I was the one who thought of the idea first and who pressed the lift.  She knew it all and saw it all.  While waiting in the lift for the girl to come in, many other women also come in, but the third person who came was Teo Ser Luck.  I followed her, Captured by her... she held me in the hands...... going to die a terrible death or was it a show I thought.  What will she do to me like the rest of the captured girls?  I awoken from my dream just as I told Teo Ser Luck, "I will submit myself."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prior to this part of the dream, it was the presence of a spiritual medium (a summon of the medium).  A group of 'devotee' gathered as though having a ritual.  The boys were dressed in white robe with green belt like those of Chinese Martial Arts like Judo or so.  In the dream, I felt as though I had prior experience to these presence of Summon of Spiritual Medium.  I intend to escape (to the far back where I can see the rest of the people.  I do not want to be the first) but I fell.  Upon falling, I quickly stood up and hurried a few steps to the back while the rest of the people stood still as though in 'salutation' awaiting for the 'arrival' or start of the ceremony.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Standing at the passageway, I saw the boys, young boys all with different roles to play (something equivalent to altar boys).  A small boy was holding a pen like thing, scribbling on the floor, writing out things which are perhaps 'being asked' (from the spiritual medium).  The boy was very specially dressed.  Someone was held 'captive' as though he had done something wrong.  His body was clothed specially with a apron like dressing with Chinese Words written on it.  A very big 爷伯 was written, but the爷 was written in the tradition manner, not shown like this the simplified one. 爷伯 and also 大二爷伯 are the 'gods' which people worshipped -- The Chinese gods, but I do not know them also.  I have only some information about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this dream, the boy was held 'captive'.  The parents must have brought the boy here to 'be asked'.  I don't know what's wrong with the boy, but obviously, the parents seem to have 'given the son' here.....Something in the dream which I realized was this boy must be 'captured' during some road show (the parents being 'canvassed').  The parents were not present in this ceremony at all.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like the odd one out to be present there, happened to 'appear' there to witness the scene.  Doris was behind with some girls.  Before the part with Teo Ser Luck, I think I had a dream on the part where I had a meal with doris (before all was escaping on the slope).  Three women were sitting down on a square table.  Doris was sitting on the left.  She had treated me to the meal and I was working for him, she was my manager... the same old story with her.  I cannot remember who are the rest of the girls present.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boy held captives and who was brought here to 'be asked' dressed like a convict, like those in ancient Chinese times.  The boy was older than the little boy who was scribbling on the floor (his role).  Both boys were of fair skin....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A strange 'nigh' (morning).  Clara had come over to my room at 4.05am.  Later, Ricsson followed.  Never had they awoken like this for so long already.  They were always so sound asleep except for this particular morning...and it was raining...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot remember which part of the dream contains my brother and Lucy... perhaps before the spiritual medium.  I went to one of the deserted room.  The floor was dirty.  I on the tap, water filled the hose and I sprayed water on the floor, to wash the floor.....else dirt collected on my soles....  the room was messy.....and it was not my house... I should not have wash it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teo_Ser_Luck"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Teo Ser Luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; (simplified Chinese: 张思乐; pinyin: Zhāng Sīlè, born 8 June 1968) is a Singaporean Member of Parliament (MP) for Pasir Ris-Punggol GRC. He is also the Parliamentary Secretary for the Ministry of Community Development, Youth and Sports and Ministry of Transport, as well as the Mayor, North East Community Development Council.&lt;br /&gt;Teo became an MP in 2006 after the 2006 general elections, a six-man People's Action Party team, of which Teo was part of, contested Pasir Ris-Punggol GRC and defeated the Singapore Democratic Alliance with 68.70% of the votes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-2046499971572142073?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/08/three-jewels.html' title='大爷伯 (Big Old Uncle)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2046499971572142073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=2046499971572142073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/2046499971572142073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/2046499971572142073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-old-uncle.html' title='大爷伯 (Big Old Uncle)'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-2545132113711999492</id><published>2010-10-22T13:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T14:38:33.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ancient chinese almanac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fu lu shou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese almanac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martin palmer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='almanac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tung shu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather forecast'/><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2010/10/22/dream-on/"&gt;Hi-5 Dream On (magic) (2003) (lyrics)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e8hHoQoyuPM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e8hHoQoyuPM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been so busy and been dreaming...  full of dreams -- dreams of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fann_Wong"&gt;Fann Wong&lt;/a&gt; (范雯芳; born 27 January 1971),  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ann_Kok"&gt;Ann Kok&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/07/28/special-number-11/"&gt;born 11&lt;/a&gt; January 1973), &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Terence_Cao"&gt;Terence Cao&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/09/number-6.html"&gt;born 6&lt;/a&gt; October 1967).... and my own family members of course.... the last one being Ricsson lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just two days ago, I dreamed of one of the deity, one of the longevity deity from Fu Lu Shou, the one holding a peach....  and he seemed to have given me the peach...  I have no time to record my dreams for all these that was past, but I can remember some scenes from them.  For example the one on Fann Wong, I remembered I dreamed of her wearing a pale yellow short dress, the dress extremely short, revealing so much of her thigh....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yesterday I dreamed of &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/10/21/ai-tong-school/"&gt;Ai Tong Primary School&lt;/a&gt;, and today I dreamed of a book called Tung Shu 通书 or The Ancient Chinese Almanac.  I have one at home and it is edited by Martin Palmer...  Never before available in English, a Chinese Folk classic which has been annually republished for over 1200 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning of almanac &lt;br /&gt;1. an annual publication containing a calendar for the coming year, the times of such events and phenomena as anniversaries, sunrises and sunsets, phases of the moon, tides, etc., and other statistical information and related topics.&lt;br /&gt;2. a publication containing astronomical or meteorological information, usually including future positions of celestial objects, star magnitudes, and culmination dates of constellations.&lt;br /&gt;3. an annual reference book of useful and interesting facts relating to countries of the world, sports, entertainment, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as I was checking the meaning of the word "almanac", &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/09/30/toy-story/"&gt;I suddenly remembered&lt;/a&gt; I dreamed of the almanac or Tung Shu for the year 2011, it was the year &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/07/28/special-number-11/"&gt;2011&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-2545132113711999492?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.peaceinspire.com/2010/10/22/dream-on/' title='Dreams'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2545132113711999492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=2545132113711999492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/2545132113711999492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/2545132113711999492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/10/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-4300408370425501703</id><published>2010-10-21T13:28:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T14:32:01.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date of birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hwa chong institution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ATS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no age limit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tan kah kee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning of words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pupil and principal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study and learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ai tong primary school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hokkien'/><title type='text'>Ai Tong Primary School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TL_bbFLyTUI/AAAAAAAAP9w/v29YfPeZK8M/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-10-21+at+PM+01.30.17.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TL_bbFLyTUI/AAAAAAAAP9w/v29YfPeZK8M/s400/Screen+shot+2010-10-21+at+PM+01.30.17.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530380125728820546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I had another dream, a long one, but only managed to remember some part.  I dreamed of Ai Tong Primary School.  I saw a scene, a black and white scene of two Chinese people, one woman and one old man.  The Chinese woman has tanned skin and rough skin.  She has straight doll type of hair, very similar to my wedding photo hairstyle, but her hair was slightly longer than mine.  In the dream, I saw her attending to an old man sitting/lying on the white bed (hospital bed).  This woman is the principal of Ai Tong Primary School.  Regardless of the age of the 'pupil' (as in this old man), they are still the pupils of Ai Tong School.  This principal is helping the Chinese Old man...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are other scenes in the dream, about school, but I had forgotten.  Another part of the dream was Richard and I sitting in a pavilion, a garden, and there were two cans of drinks (some kind of 'flowered' drinks).  I tried the drink and did not like the taste.  One was sweetened and the other was unsweetened.  The sweetened one was all over the floor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the words 爱同 to be stressed on.  爱同 (Ai Tong) means 'love the same'.    According to Wikipedia, the name 爱同 is derived from 博爱 and 大同 which means 'Love for all mankind' and 'Equality/Harmony' respectively.  As for my understanding of these words in the dream, and having seen the scene of the principal and the old man, it means the "love of pupils" -- 爱 means love and 同 can means same as in 同样， and it can also means students as in 同学.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard of this school, but did not go to the school or seen it before.  I searched the web and came to know some facts about this school... Ai Tong School ( 爱同学校; pinyin: Àitóng xuéxiào) is a primary school located in Bishan, Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ai Tong School started at a Methodist Church at Boon Tat Street in 1912 with about 30 pupils. In 1929, Singapore Hokkien Huay Kuan took over the school management. In 1955, when the construction of SHHK building was completed, Ai Tong moved into the building with Chong Hock Girls School (now named Chongfu Primary School).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the seventies, urban renewal caused enrolment to drop and the School Management Committee decided to relocate the school to Ang Mo Kio. In 1990, Ai Tong School was among the pioneer batch of schools to be accorded SAP status. Plans were made to move the school to a larger site when enrolment soared. Ai Tong moved to 100 Bright Hill Drive on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;9 July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; 1992.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school has also attained many laudable achievements outside the classroom. In line with Singapore Hokkien Huay Kuan's objective to preserve Chinese language, values and culture, the school developed excellent programmes in essay writing, guzheng, wushu, Chinese dance, calligraphy, art and choir. Ai Tong also excels in basketball, volleyball and table tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over here, I learned about Singapore Hokkien Huay Kuan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shhk.com.sg/education/education.html#AiTong"&gt;Singapore Hokkien Huay Kuan&lt;/a&gt; set up its first school in 1849. Over the years, it built Chongwen Ge, Chui Eng Free School, Tao Nan School, Ai Tong School, Chong Hock Girls' School, Nan Chiau High School and Kong Hwa School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, these schools adopted prevailing China's curriculum and taught Chinese culture and values, including Analects of Confucius (Lun Yu 《论语》), in Hokkien. To meet the pace of societal changes, these soon gave way to offering English Language and Mathematics in addition to the Chinese Language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the six affiliated schools: Tao Nan School, Ai Tong School, Chongfu Primary School, Nan Chiau High School, Nan Chiau Primary School and Kong Hwa School have a combined enrolment of 14,000 students and 700 staff. They share a common set of mission and motto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission: • To provide for development in the moral, cognitive, physical, social and aesthetic spheres;&lt;br /&gt;• To instill a love for the nation and the community;&lt;br /&gt;• To equip students with basic life skills;&lt;br /&gt;• To preserve and promote Chinese language and Chinese culture.&lt;br /&gt;Motto: Sincerity &amp;amp; Perseverance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching and reading, I came to learn of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tan_Kah_Kee"&gt;Tan Kah Kee&lt;/a&gt;... and today is his &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/09/20/happy-birthday/"&gt;birthday&lt;/a&gt; (21 October 1874); died 12 August 1961... &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/15/lee-foundation/"&gt;Lee Kong Chian&lt;/a&gt; was his son-in-law, his birthday was just over, 18 October 1893!  Lee Kong Chian died 2 June 1967.  Both of them are businessmen. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-limits.html"&gt;No Limits&lt;/a&gt; on Channel 8 one day, when the show just started (&lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/07/mariology.html"&gt;episode 1&lt;/a&gt;), I saw a statue at Hwa Chong Institution...  I was wondering whose statue it was, and today I have the answer... it was "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teochew_Poit_Ip_Huay_Kuan"&gt;Tan Kah Kee&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TL_ZMhcWzUI/AAAAAAAAP9o/Sb9K-GQPIZc/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-10-21+at+PM+02.02.12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TL_ZMhcWzUI/AAAAAAAAP9o/Sb9K-GQPIZc/s400/Screen+shot+2010-10-21+at+PM+02.02.12.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530377676593220930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just now, about 12 plus, someone came ringing the door bell.  It was Robert, one of the Jehovah Witness...  sharing with me some of the bible verses...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-4300408370425501703?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.aitong.moe.edu.sg/' title='Ai Tong Primary School'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4300408370425501703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=4300408370425501703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/4300408370425501703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/4300408370425501703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/10/ai-tong-primary-school.html' title='Ai Tong Primary School'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TL_bbFLyTUI/AAAAAAAAP9w/v29YfPeZK8M/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-10-21+at+PM+01.30.17.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-8058145464792846979</id><published>2010-10-05T07:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:43:33.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='between 13 and 14'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiong bahru'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timeline of metro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese goddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taking photographs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxi driver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='number 14'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotel management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady of perpetual succor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LEFT EYE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='number 9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='number 13'/><title type='text'>Number 13 and 14</title><content type='html'>This morning, I had a very unusual state...it was a dream and then when I was dreaming, I know that I was dreaming and I am also aware of the surrounding -- my air con sound in the room...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the dream, it was about the number thirteen and fourteen.  It was a dream about the Lady of &lt;b&gt;Perpetual Succor&lt;/b&gt;!  The word is really Perpetual Succor and not Perpetual help in the dream, and I told the taxi driver that I am going to this church at Tiong Bahru.... together with 8 other children in the taxi (don't know how they get in the taxi..), including me, it would be 9 passengers in the taxi, all so crammed....I was sitting in the front seat -- mostly black and brown children, some wearing yellow, mainly boys....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not according to sequence, but as I remembered, trying to relate from the earliest to the latest as much as possible: I had dropped down from a flyer (the Ferris Wheel).  Of all the people sitting together, I am the only one who fell down.  Ricsson and Richard was obviously with me.  While dropping down, it was so scary, but it was like quite fast, not really that high and I was not injured, on the way, it was I know that it was "planned".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before this part or is it after this part, but it seemed to be before this, I was witnessing something that "I had seen before" experience in real life and then it happened again in the dream, something like a continuation.  It was a statue that people had carried, arrival to the hotel.  It was a wooden sculpture of a "Buddhist"'s kind of Sculpture.  The sculpture is smooth, with drawing of the "goddess" or "god" and not the carvings of the person.  But it is a wood, brown, various shades of brown, with shiny lacquer on it.  As soon as the person put the sculpture there, some people started taking photographs.  Richard was with me.  I also wanted to take a photograph of it, but did not later.... Trying to get the best direction or angle, I think Richard had forbidden me to take photograph or was it someone who had talked to me... But the man who brought the statue here really talked to me and he was telling me about SPIRIT -- he told me about something that is finishing soon.  So in this period of time, spirit is leaving the 'thing' and not 'the other way'....it is different now.... (He mentioned about the number 13 and 14...or something like that....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the wood has spirit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, I was walking down steep stairs, very steep, really at perpendicular angle to the ground, the kind of ladder 'stair' and there were seemingly two rows.  The one I am standing and climbing down seemed to stop halfway, meaning not going down to the ground.  I need to change, shifting to the next 'ladder', the one on my left.  It was so scary, some of the 'steps' (metal rods) were very loose and its either one bar or two bars for you to step on.  It is so risky.  I was so frighten and I was waiting for opportunity to step over.  Behind me, people were all stucked, since I did not move.  On my left, the 'ladder' seems like escalator.  It was moving and it was like playing a game, trying to get over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at the basement now.  It was a place for children to play.  Richard and Ricsson were here.  I came to the end of this place where a little corner made into a room, a station, for rental of services (toys for children to play).  I went into this room, wanted to rent some toys for Ricsson.  The toys were all displayed -- legos and 'legos derivatives' mainly.  And it is not so much now.  I heard that the person in charge (the whole group) had gone for tour and leaving some 'unrelated' people to tend over it...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing a few women(wearing pale coloured clothing) moving around, I talked to them, wanted them to help me with the 'lego derivatives'.  But they were busy.... suddenly, I saw the things in this room changed.....become 'blank'!!!  It was METRO.....  everything in the place even the wall turns 'grey', like cement.....the original 'furnishing'.  I saw on the wall, pinned with some stack of paper, with a drawing of Circle drawn on it.  Every sheet of paper is the same.  On the paper, a quadrant was drawn...the circle divided into four parts or four quarters.  One quarter of the circle drawn, indicating that a quarter of the shares had been sold off to the other 'subsidiaries' or something like that.  This means that Metro is going to close down soon in the dream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking around, everything is in a mess, I started to take the tray myself, and 'self-help' -- taking the lego derivatives myself.  But the place now was rather messy... and much of the 'toys' were gone now... what I had taken was not that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the dream, I don't know which part of it, I had lost touch with Richard.  Richard was with Ricsson.  I alone, cannot find them.  I called Richard and he did not respond.  The next time, I called him again, he answered.  I scolded him for not answering my previous call.  Then when he answered me now, he was already 'gone', meaning went home with Ricsson already (and I am still outside at the place, searching for them).  So I asked him for the address of the hotel.  I do not know how to get back to the hotel. He did not know also.  Later, he said that he was already on the way to work... and I asked him how...  Suddenly an idea came to my mind.  Someone had told me!  I cannot remember WHO.  It was suggested that we met at Tiong Bahru Church @ The Lady of Perpetual Succor.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking of this, brought back 'memories' of the dream where I was at the 'Basement' of a family (is it my relatives or godmother again?).  At this basement, there are flowers shop and fruits shop.  We had eaten some fruits earlier on, washed and placed in a container, put at the center of the shops.  Visiting the shop and seeing the sight, I thought that what we had eaten earlier on was 'prayed before' -- offering to the Chinese gods.  But the lady told me that those were not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had ended my dream with going to the church of the Lady of Perpetual Succor, but in the dream is going to Tiong Bahru....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-8058145464792846979?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.peacebella.com/2010/10/07/the-final-testament/' title='Number 13 and 14'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8058145464792846979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=8058145464792846979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/8058145464792846979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/8058145464792846979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/10/number-13-and-14.html' title='Number 13 and 14'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-8486164152747493459</id><published>2010-09-26T08:44:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T09:19:24.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family members'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='number 6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mango tree mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s revelation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new creation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoration and offering to Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about jesus'/><title type='text'>Christ Is Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;A New Era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;A New Sky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Giant Bubbling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, I saw the 'new sky'.  There is a 'giant head' facing the upwards -- I saw the side view of the face, having nose, and the mouth opened with 'particles' (small mass of cloud) 'emitting' from the mouth of the giant.  Behind the giant's face, the sky was orange... a beautiful morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a special dream.... it was a dream about Jesus.  Who are in my dream?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cast&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/09/20/happy-birthday/"&gt;Richard's Grandmother&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Richard's Relatives -- &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2010/09/22/%E5%90%8D%E8%83%9C%E4%B8%96%E7%95%8C-resort-world-sentosa/"&gt;my father-in-law'&lt;/a&gt;s BROTHERS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Father's BROTHER -- NO. 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Richard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;VENUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farrer Road or more precisely Queen's Road Shophouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a dream about buying flowers and offering for Jesus.  I wanted to buy flowers for Jesus.  But in this shop, which is tended by &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/09/21/hair-stand/"&gt;Richard's grandmother&lt;/a&gt;, the flowers had changed.  It was all paper flowers, big paper flowers (yellow), beautiful flowers, but the stalk is made of thick ugly and unmatching 'stalk', the rod or wood of the toilet pump!!!!  I wondered why it was like that.  And while standing at the shop, thinking of what to buy, FRESH FLOWERS came to my mind.  Instead of giving such ugly flowers, I might as well buy Fresh Flowers for Jesus.  Standing there, it was the '&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2010/09/24/extraordinary-table/"&gt;THOUGHT OF&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2010/09/24/extraordinary-table/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;JESUS IS ALIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" Jesus is present just around me, beside me!!!  How can I give Jesus such ugly flowers?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason why I patronized this shop is because it belongs to the grandmother.  But since the flowers does not suit me, I had to buy from else where. I told Richard, who went forward to ask the relatives...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the dream, it was a 'mystery' to solve as well.  I had forgotten the 'part', but it involves walking to the LETTERBOX.  Inside the LETTERBOX, someone had put KEYS for some SAFETY BOX for some other purpose...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over here, it was regarding 'something' which I had forgotten, and standing inside/near the shophouse, I saw the sixth brother of my father!!!  However, thinking of him now, recalling him, I saw him with the image of him and PETER....  The faces of Richard's uncles or Richard's father or my father-in-law consists of mainly the second and the third brother (uncle)....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-8486164152747493459?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/09/number-6.html' title='Christ Is Alive'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8486164152747493459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=8486164152747493459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/8486164152747493459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/8486164152747493459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/09/christ-is-alive.html' title='Christ Is Alive'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-7691260820209140923</id><published>2010-09-24T12:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T12:45:38.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bukit Timah Singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preaching the Gospel of Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='table of plenty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Table of the Lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='East Meets West'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacraments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catholic church doctrine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extraordinary Table'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese Marriage and Wedding'/><title type='text'>Mascot</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I had an unusual encounter and an extraordinary experience...  I had no time to write everything.  Too busy.... nobody at home wants to help me to look after Isaac...............................&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early in the morning, I seem to have so many dreams, and it left such a 'deep impression' on me though I had forgotten most part of the dream and the detail.... but it was a dream with the theme of "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Propagation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;".  So I had not written this post about Propagation -- about an &lt;b&gt;icon&lt;/b&gt; or image I had seen in my dream: Jesus.  It is about a &lt;b&gt;hand&lt;/b&gt; with the image of Jesus (brown icon/image, with some figures on the picture)...  In the dream, it is about a place I went to and I need to wait and something like that.  It is actually a dream about nurses again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, I again had a wonderful dream.  And it is about Richard and Me....&lt;b&gt;Conjugal Bliss&lt;/b&gt;.... and the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Extraordinary Table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; which I am going to write later at PeaceInspire.com.  This is a dream which happens at Bukit Timah.  Before that, Richard and I were at a place... I don't know whose home it is or it was some sort of resorts.  A maid opened the door for us.  We entered.  The maid was alone at the place, and we went to the 'room' where nobody was.....at a corner......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was wearing a white dress!!!  Those of Japanese Anime and like those of Ballerina!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CENSORED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The maid came to tell us that my mother came.  Blackie seem to be with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CENSORED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The maid don't know or did she know what was happening?  Anyway, rush rush rush....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, Richard and I went to a restaurant.  We were in a restaurant at Bukit Timah.... the place where we used to take Bus 174 and alighted at the bus stop, before walking to the shopping centres -- Beauty World Centre and Bukit Timah Shopping Centre.  In those days, at the bus-stop, the plot of land there was empty.  I wonder what it was now, or is it still a vacant piece of green grassland.....  It was at this plot of land that I saw what was happening outside the window where I was sitting or standing in the restaurant....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon seeing what was ahead of me in the restaurant, I stood up in excitement and told Richard,"Hey, Procession of Mary!"  It was some altar boys carrying the lamp (the long long pole of lamp -- just like those at St Anthony Church) from afar.  They were wearing white.  The location where they were walking is at the site of the shopping centres -- Beauty World Centre, outside of the shopping centre, the carpark there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so excited.  I wanted to watch the procession.  I did not go to Novena Church's procession before.  Just as I was 'wishing' and watching, suddenly, I saw a man, wearing white shirt and black pant climbing up the stairs, holding something with him.  I knew what it was in the dream, but now I had forgotten!  It was something related to Mary.  I talked to the man and he told me that he can 'lend' me for a while but he had to go one round or something like that.  I really had forgotten the details..... but the significant part was the STAIRS....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outside this glass panel window, I saw this man climbing up the stairs.... and to think of it now, how is it possible that I can talk to this man through the glass?  Anyway, the next part of the dream was at the restaurant table, the manager (lady/women) put the images of Jesus (a cloth) at the side of the restaurant table where we were dining.  At first what attracted me back to the seats were 2 candles, two lighted candles at the side of the table, together with the 'cloth' (short banner, something squarish, just like what hanged on the dead people's funeral, but it is different.  It is not that of dead people.  It is something I had never seen before.  It was nice and it was white.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At my table, I told Richard about getting 'these mascots' home after dining at the restaurant.  People at the next table saw me taking the 'mascots' and they also followed.  At first, I took a 'printed mascot' with colours that had been added on by coloured pencils.  It was from this group of 'procession people' ( I wondered which church they were from, but it was them that passed these printings to the restaurant people ----- for propagation).  The paper was big I supposed, because they were folded into quadrants, and put in a plastic folder at the side of the table.  So if you want it, you just take from it.  I took this 'printed mascot with coloured with coloured pencils' of Jesus... it is a drawing of not only Jesus alone, but it was a theme, which I had forgotten the details...  this part was taken from the cloth at the 9 o'clock part of the cloth.  At the 12 o'clock position, I took another mascot.  This time, it is Jesus at the Last Supper picture, with his hands apart, 'plates' on the table....  This mascot is not printed on paper this time.  It's material is the cloth and it is a kind of craftwork -- NEEDLE CRAFTWORK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as I was going to take more mascots, Isaac was crying again.... and I woke up from this beautiful dream.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CENSORED CENSORED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-7691260820209140923?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7691260820209140923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=7691260820209140923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/7691260820209140923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/7691260820209140923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/09/mascot.html' title='Mascot'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-6406635075444907469</id><published>2010-09-18T14:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T16:01:28.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross path'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cafe business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orange Colour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boon lay st joseph home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore actor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power of colour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woodlands 888 plaza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='st francis of assisi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ngee Ann Polytechnic'/><title type='text'>No Limits</title><content type='html'>This is getting scary... this guy acted in No Limits if I am not wrong...  He appeared in my dream though I did not know him nor like his acting... just neutral.  Saw him once or a few times at 888 Plaza... and I don't even know his name.  Yet we talked in the dream...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the grounds behind my old home, Boon Lay Blk 169, just on the left of St Joseph's Home now; perhaps it is called Jalan Bahar.  On this land, some people, including me were waiting for bus if I am not wrong.  Then we began talking.  It was very dark, very early in the morning, before dawn...  the maid told the mistress about something at home.  The mistress was very scared.  She told the maid not to talk about it.  The maid said,"Got people at home what..."  But still, the mistress was scared.  I found something amiss.  It seemed spooky.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this plot of land, I saw ET also.  He was wearing Orange!  Orange long-sleeved shirt, and pants, and there was another piece... a total of 3 pieces of clothes he was wearing -- 2 orange and 1 black.  But I cannot remember the black part is what...  the orange clothes looked familiar..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this land, next, it was 'student shop/cafe' I was standing at now.  Looking towards the right, a shop with 2 open entrance... the one on the right was hanged with a banner, looking as though there was only one entrance in the end.  On this banner, words were written on it.  A woman (senior student) was teaching the junior students about managing the shop.  I was 'a customer'.  I saw the woman 'finish' instructing the students and the students started to work.  I wanted to order some cakes from them which was being displayed.  There were not much choice.... something like set.  I ordered the set of 4 or 5 cupcakes and choose my toppings.  Next, I heard them talking about fruits (honeydew) and I told them I wanted to change my toppings...  The sight of the cupcakes does not look fantastic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When everything finished, I was supposed to go back.  I asked for directions and a woman showed me to the bus stop.  At this platform, there were so many words written.  I saw "Woodlands" and began to wait there.  The bus-stop appeared white...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-6406635075444907469?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6406635075444907469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=6406635075444907469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/6406635075444907469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/6406635075444907469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-limits.html' title='No Limits'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-4441473853959718972</id><published>2010-09-12T08:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:35:56.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rice bowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salary and provident fund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxi driver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor and health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='numbers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>Providence</title><content type='html'>Peter went to see doctor.  His stomach got problems, probably some gastric problems.  At first he did not want to see the doctor...   I was reading the doctor's handwritten notes/letter when I was awoken by Isaac.  It was a piece of notes with pencil written words on it.  On the note was written about salary and providence....  there were many 'holes' or 'circles' in the notes, left out... together with '...' which keep you wonder what are the words.  There were numbers to state the proportion of your salary.... the numbers 2 and 3.... I wanted to read the details but awoken... so real yet again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prior to that, Peter was at home, sitting on the 'chairman' seat of the family chairs.  My father and Peter were talking and I overheard their conversation.  Peter's face was not very good.  He looked pale or 'off-colour'.  He seemed to say his gastric got problems.  Asked him go to see doctor, explaining to him about stomach bleeding.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, he wanted to send me home by his taxi.  It was the road which we used to travel... somewhere near International Road...  In my dream, I saw the doctor, Eugene Ng.  He wrote the note above.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In another part of the dream, it was a party I saw in the TV.  It was the children's party.  The children were dancing and performing with plates.... so agile, so nice.  I saw 2 familiar faces... the twins girls who go to St Anthony Church....with hearing aides....  Food being prepared I saw was big prawns, icy cold.  I asked Clara if they were cooked or raw.  Now that I think of it, it was a silly questions.  The prawns are obviously cooked for they looked orange.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before this party, I was at a furniture shop with Clara.  The furniture shop contains black furniture.  I looked at chairs of various design.  Then I tried to sit on a few stools, black in colour, with canes...  Outside this furniture shop, there were books -- textbooks for sale.  Beside these textbooks, there were bags.  Later I realized that inside these bags are old textbooks.  Anyone who needs the old textbooks can take from the bag, thereby saving some money, don't need to buy unnecessary books.  In the dream, I asked Clara to choose her books...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-4441473853959718972?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4441473853959718972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=4441473853959718972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/4441473853959718972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/4441473853959718972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/09/providence.html' title='Providence'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-6966814031574386435</id><published>2010-09-11T11:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T20:25:40.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabinet appointments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='national security'/><title type='text'>Cabinet Minister</title><content type='html'>In my hand I caught a small little bird, blue and white in colour.  I quickly grabbed hold of it and quickly headed home, wanted to take a photograph of it.  The little bird was so small, it was like just mere o.5cm long or about there, not longer than 1cm.  I grabbed it in my hand, my thumb and index finger could feel the bird as I ran along.  The bird was in my right hand.  It was such a realistic dream....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before that, I seemed to be in a factory.  Seemed to be patrolling the place.  Suddenly I walked to another corner of the factory and that is where I caught the bird.  Forgotten much about this factory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is lasting in my memory was about this bird, its transformation and then what I saw, 2 'brown hair' foreigners (German, French?) They are couples and they are not caucasian.  The man looked like Mr Bean, but is not Mr Bean.  They have rather long neck, but not too long until it looked weird.  However, they are celebrities.  They told me that they toured around the world.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, this bird I had brought with me and I wanted to bring home.  However, somehow, I don't know why, but at Woodlands Blk 833, it was over there that the bird was transformed into a cat, a white cat with long legs and it is big.  A cat of this size is abnormal, considered what I had dreamed.  It was at the right hand side of this four storey high flat, walking.  I told snapshots of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, this cat becomes 2 person, as described above.  Now, these two persons, the couple already appeared at a side of a place, a junction if I am not wrong.  It was a familiar place.  On the right seemed to be the beach and on the left was the pathway or pavement.  What beach is it?  Perhaps it was Kranji (most likely).... if not Pungol, but more like the first one.... in my memory, the 'childhood' place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the next section of the dream, I don't remember the sequence, but in this part of the dream, it was a bedroom.  Someone was hiding at the right hand side of the bed, behind the side table on the right of the room.  I entered the room, and I saw this Indian 'Guy' at the side.  I lied on the bed, and we started talking.  In the dream, I seemed to have a crush on him.  It was instant attraction, and I asked him,"Do you put gel on your hair?"  His hair is so shiny and 'creamy' just like in real life.  I recognized him and his face is also so confusing to me, and his name also... with some other guy (the dead ones...).  So in the dream, he told me that it is not oily.  I don't believe it.  It looked so glossy and 'thick', how can it be not oily with any cream on it?  I touched the hair, putting my right hand on his hair and going through it, from front to back, feeling it.  It was indeed non-greasy.  Surprisingly, there is no smell at all also.  His hair is so clean.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I left the room, I asked him about his birthday.  He told me that his birthday was on 3 September.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wake up and read about this person, &lt;b&gt;Shunmugam Jayakumar&lt;/b&gt; (often known as "S. Jayakumar") (born 12 August 1939) is a Tamil Indian politician from Singapore. A member of the governing People's Action Party (PAP), he is currently a Senior Minister in the Cabinet and the Co-ordinating Minister for &lt;b&gt;National Security&lt;/b&gt;. He previously served as Singapore's Deputy Prime Minister from 2004 to 2009, Minister for Foreign Affairs from 1994 to 2004, Minister for Home Affairs from 1988 to 1994, Minister for Law from 1988 to 2008, and Minister for Labour from 1984 to 1985. He is a Member of Parliament (MP) for the constituency of Bedok within the East Coast Group Representation Constituency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-6966814031574386435?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cabinet.gov.sg/CabinetAppointments/Prof+S.+JAYAKUMAR.htm' title='Cabinet Minister'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6966814031574386435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=6966814031574386435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/6966814031574386435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/6966814031574386435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/09/cabinet-minister.html' title='Cabinet Minister'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-4030784633998233299</id><published>2010-09-10T10:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T11:14:30.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life and changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handicap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cycle of suffering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handicapped'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='search engine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='auckland dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enlightenment'/><title type='text'>Google</title><content type='html'>This is actually the grounds of NUS, the small narrow road where the internal shuttle bus would travel, transporting the undergraduates and staff from one part of the university to another.  It is the stretch of road just at the junction between the end of the road leading from NUH to Science Faculty and then further up to the junction (slope) or the T-junction where the shuttle bus need to turn left to go to the art faculty or the Central Library or Enginneering Faculty there.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had had this dream just now only.  It was rather 'scary'...  I was sitting on a wheel-chair, a chrome silver wheel-chair in a compound, a school.  Sitting on the wheel-chair, I push myself to the part of the school where I was going.  There were some other people there.  I went to place of the school which seem like the sport department which contains a swimming pool there.  It was something like a YOG occasion or something like that which was supposed to be held (later or so).   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After finish using the wheel-chair, before I left the place, I wanted to return the wheelchair.  I asked around to have an idea of who I am suppose to return this wheelchair.  As I was sitting on the wheelchair, I felt it was so slow.  I stood up, running and pushing the wheelchair at the same time.  Again, there were people surrounding me.  Soon, I came to a part of the school.  There were small desk and a woman was tending to the table.  I asked her some questions about returning the wheelchair... something like leaving my name (if that is correct).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, I headed off to the bus-stop.  My brothers, it seems, were ahead of me.  They had already gone to the 'place', and came back.  I asked them about 'where is it?' and they told me it was in the direction towards the NUH side (the real place, real road I dreamed of) -- it was a bus stop away from the location where we met.  I thought, it was rather far, I had no time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next part of the dream, I had settled everything and at the bus stop, I wanted to take a look at the place.....the temple where 'Google' was.  It was a Chinese Temple, with Grey Roof, those Chinese Dragons grey roof.... as I am typing this, the thunder roared loudly..... this is so scary..................... I do not want to say who is at the bus-stop.  She is sitting there, and I asked her about the location of "Google" Temple as well..... but this time round, this person told me the other direction, which is the direction towards the art faculty, one bus stop away also...  but on the 'hilltop'.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was wrong it seemed.  I asked around.  Opposite this bus-stop, got people walking.  Suddenly, I saw among them SKC.  He was finally getting married it seems.  Some 'wedding stuff' I saw at the 'buttons'.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the dream, the temple which I had imagined or 'seen' had 'google' and Inside the temple, there is a 'demon', the so-call demon holding the wheel of life, the belief by the Chinese...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TImghC6aVYI/AAAAAAAAP88/AeJkmRVgKX0/s1600/CIMG4797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TImghC6aVYI/AAAAAAAAP88/AeJkmRVgKX0/s400/CIMG4797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515115708269876610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the Buddhist Wheel of Life: The Buddhist wheel of life shows how Buddhists see life.  The wheel is held by a demon called Yama, who symbolizes change and death.  At the centre of the wheel are three animals: a cock, a snake and a pig.  The cock symbolizes greed, the snake hatred and the pig ignorance.  It is greed, hatred and ignorance that turn the wheel of endless existence and stop a person achieving Enlightenment.  In the wheel are pictures of people striving to reach Enlightenment and the Buddha preaching.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-4030784633998233299?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.google.com.sg/intl/en/corporate/' title='Google'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4030784633998233299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=4030784633998233299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/4030784633998233299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/4030784633998233299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/09/google.html' title='Google'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TImghC6aVYI/AAAAAAAAP88/AeJkmRVgKX0/s72-c/CIMG4797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-1680654311116239457</id><published>2010-09-09T18:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:55:48.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams and vision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death anniversaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='substandard people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditional chinese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mysteries of faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth day'/><title type='text'>Magic</title><content type='html'>This is so 'magical' and unbelievable... is my eyes seeing the right thing....  just what I had &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/09/anniversary.html"&gt;dreamed yesterday&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole night was a tiring one, having to wake up to carry Isaac as usual.  Legs also aching.  And I was reading about "Titanic" at Wikipedia last night.  In the morning, I continued, and was so surprised to see what I read...  It was 9 September 2010 and it was the death anniversary of some of the victims, the prominent victims!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just now, though I had a lot of things to do, I endured... but after that, I really must take a nap when Isaac was asleep as well.  Closing my eyes, it was so amazing what the eyes behind the &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/06/19/vision/"&gt;eyelids can see&lt;/a&gt;...  "Shapes or whatever..." and what I saw for a quick moment was &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/07/17/image-of-god/"&gt;The Picture&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/07/19/the-light-of-mary/"&gt;Our Mother of Perpetual Help&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A while later, Isaac started crying and I cannot take my nap anymore.  And I had to carry him again, taking care of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TIizGGSFYeI/AAAAAAAAP8s/zq_aFE7MKPQ/s1600/CIMG4782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TIizGGSFYeI/AAAAAAAAP8s/zq_aFE7MKPQ/s400/CIMG4782.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514854661062222306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Richard to help me fried the fish for Isaac.  In the kitchen, I wanted to take a bowl for putting the gravy of Roti Prata.  Inside the house, all the bowls are very limited -- so many are broken....haiz.....  In the end, I still hold on to one of the big bowl which I had bought from NTUC Fairprice.  On the way, I saw it was the bowl, blue bowl (white with blue prints)..... but later when I walked to the dining table, as I was pouring the gravy into the bowl, I was very surprised by what I saw....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bowl was so big, how can the bowl be so shallow when I pour the gravy into it?  I took a second look, and I looked at the side of the bowl.  To my SURPRISE, it was not the blue bowl!!!  It was the traditional "CHICKEN BOWL" (used by Chinese, I had only left 1 of it at home.... the rest had all been broken.....broken by who..... u know....haiz..... and my plates also..... sign......)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot believe it.  I told Richard and as usual, he said that I see the wrong thing.....  But do you know what I had &lt;b&gt;experienced&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/07/cat-story.html"&gt;what I had dreamed&lt;/a&gt;???  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just last night, on my birthday, something 'weird' happened....  It was &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/07/chao-yang-special-school.html"&gt;my door bell rang&lt;/a&gt; before 11pm.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-1680654311116239457?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/07/spirit-world.html' title='Magic'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1680654311116239457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=1680654311116239457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/1680654311116239457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/1680654311116239457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/09/magic.html' title='Magic'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TIizGGSFYeI/AAAAAAAAP8s/zq_aFE7MKPQ/s72-c/CIMG4782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-1292860552595492986</id><published>2010-09-08T13:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T13:46:55.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth about offering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;bad guys&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding feast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal skin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bird nest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visibility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='state land'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mentally dead people'/><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>This morning, I had a frightful dream, and yet eye-opening at the same time...  Yesterday the Chinese (Buddhist) burned their offerings to their dead ones.  The place downstairs were filled with Chinese incense, papers, red candles, as well as biscuits and tea offered to the dead....  I saw my neighbours.....  and the 'last words' from the dead one I recalled....  peculiar 'feeling' arises....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week at the church, my mother called to have another Mass Offering to her dead mother...  Today is my birthday as well as the Chinese death anniversary of the dead mother.  I had never seen her before, but only a black and white photograph of her face at the grave....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, my dream was a strange one.... the place was literally the place where we always walked to the church, the land that is called "STATE LAND".  But in the dream, I don't want to elaborate because I don't want to see IT happened....  But the sky was so 'nice'...  the sky got 'animal skins', an array of animal skins -- consisting of zebra, and many others, flashing across the sky.  I missed it, and wanted to take photographs of it.....but later I regretted.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In another part of the dream, I saw a wedding going on.  The person looked like CMK, but when I went nearer, it was not.  I do not know whose wedding it was...  Beside this 'hotel', there is a place which I went, but now I had forgotten why I went there....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some time ago, the State Land mentioned above, has two sparrows perching on it...  it was filled with white cranes before... and beside this State Land, 'we' discovered the bird nest.  At the Jurong Bird Park, we realized that the bird nest belongs to the crow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-1292860552595492986?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1292860552595492986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=1292860552595492986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/1292860552595492986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/1292860552595492986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/09/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-3226275200583694635</id><published>2010-09-07T12:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T14:22:37.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boon lay garden primary school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='number 6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jurong lake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese occupation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little red dot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='developing singaporean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white morning glory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blossom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese garden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the red dot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white flower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>NUMBER 6</title><content type='html'>I had a rather weird dream today.... about Japan or Japanese.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A long dream, but some part of the dream I still have 'images' of it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First (the sequence might not be in order, but what comes to my mind first), the most important thing is what I saw and what I had spoken to this fair woman, rather plump, but not fat.  She was sitting at the side of the lake (Literally Jurong Lake, and there were grass and the lake was just behind her)....  Her sitting position was like the Japan also, cross-legs on the ground, as though she was having a picnic there.  But in fact, when I walked to her, she was selling things, some food stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even more surprising is that at location where the woman was sitting, the place was actually where Boon Lay Garden Primary School is now -- meaning, the woman sitting on the grass, and the lake behind her, was actually at the position of the current Boon Lay Garden Primary School!  The dream was at Boon Lay Place, opposite Blk 188.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talked to the woman and she told me that she had emigrated to Japan for six years already!  I asked her if she is a Singaporean then?  She seemed to say "YES", and her husband also went to Japan.  Last time, she used to have big company (ies?), but due to business failure or something like that, she had stopped business now.  She was a fair and plump lady, a woman whom I had not seen before.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second part of the dream Clara, Richard and I was at a 'shopping' or building or interchange, I have no idea... cannot remember most of it now, but was crowded and I had asked for direction to go to the toilet.  Someone, another lady, asked me to go straight ahead.  The place was rather old, with brown mosaic floor tiles and wall tiles.  Clara and I went into the toilet.  I told her to use the toilet first.  I was not wearing any shoes surprisingly and the toilet floor was wet.  I told Clara to lend me her shoes.  It was her current white shoes that I saw, the white shoes which I had bought for her on the day we went to pay respect to Goh Keng Swee at the Parliament House.  However, later when I wore the shoes, the white shoes was totally different pattern from the one she has now, my feet cannot 'slot' into the shoes at all!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as I was dreaming about white shoes and also the number 6, and Japanese Fair lady, Richard came to the room to say that 'our garden' has white flower!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-3226275200583694635?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/08/three-jewels.html' title='NUMBER 6'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3226275200583694635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=3226275200583694635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/3226275200583694635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/3226275200583694635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/09/number-6.html' title='NUMBER 6'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-3289090349982873708</id><published>2010-09-06T13:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T13:48:48.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Focolare movement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yahweh witness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the right way to heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fu Shan Garden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragon timeline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House of Mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woodlands Destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stairway to heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jehovah witness'/><title type='text'>Dragon Time Machine</title><content type='html'>Should I use Dragon TimeLine or Dragon Time Machine or Dragon Time Device...  It was an awesome dream... so real, so eye-opening.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept for a short while, but seemed to have slept so long... only to wake up to find out that it was only 2am.  Isaac cried and I had to carry him.  So tired, and the guy is so lucky always can sleep throughout the night don't need to take care of Isaac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had two dreams, seemingly two dreams.  One is Father Giles and the other one is the dragon time machine.  The first one is Father Giles.... saw him 'so many times' in the dream, and there was so many people in the dream (congregation?)  I had forgotten exactly what happened or where is the dream, but in my memory now, that is what I can 'see'.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout the night, I seem to have awoken by SOUND, SOUND from my right ear.  The first one was like ALARM CLOCK rings, and I thought that I need to wake up Clara since she had asked me to wake her up.  Her alarm clock was spoiled (again!)  It was so amazing.  I could not remember what SOUND that was.  But only to wake up to see that I was on my bed and had to carry Isaac, in the traditional cradle, 摇蓝。He seemed to be awoken by the SOUND I supposed.  However, the guy slept like a pig.  The guy is so fortunate, don't need to take care of so many things..... but 'just earn money'....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best time to sleep is 4-5am I supposed... and this is also the time where I had my second dream...  and such a nice dream, but awoken by Isaac....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Richard and I sat in the car.  Richard was driving and finding a place to park the car.  I told him to park on the right, but he go straight ahead, parking just ahead the end of the car park.  Alighting from the car, I looked up the sky in front of me.  I was so inspired by what I See.  It was the sky with two person, the 'shade' (cloud) of two person, as I looked at them, it slowly turned 'coloured', appearing like real people...  I quickly opened the car door -- realized that I had forgotten to take my camera.  I wanted to take a photograph of it.  However, by the time I had taken out the camera, it was too late.  The cloud has already transformed into another shape.  This time, I was again even more filled with AWE.  It was a CIRCULAR GREYISH-BLACK DRAGON in the sky!  I quickly take photographs of it, shoot and shoot, don't care about choosing the best shot.  Richard saw it also... I told him is "龙的传人”！！！！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dragon slowly changes shape, 'show' was over.  We had to move.  Turning to my left, I saw the MRT Station, with 'SPECIAL FEATURE'...  I asked Richard "what is that?"  It was apparently the pillar of the MRT Station.  The place was literally Sengkang if I am not wrong.  The pillar contains 'special feature', that of dragon and the 'clicking time machine' affixed to it.  It is like traditional Chinese filmshow!  But it was not.  It is something serious...  Someone told me that a few days ago (3 I supposed), the MRT Station was closed for all these 'fixtures' -- that was what I wondered... how the train function when the pillar was fixed like that?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the next part of this dream, I went into a woman's house.  The woman had a 'strange encounter'.  She had given birth and told me that the child was 'strange'... strange things happened in the family and she seemed 'scared'.  Still, she told me what happened.... something like the baby was born from HELL!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, of this same dream, the last part.  I went to Aunty Mary's House -- a VERY BIG HOUSE.  I explored her house as she was busy later on....  I had went to her house, real house before and I know her house.  In the dream, I went to her house, but later to discover it was different.....  It was on a MOUNTAIN, a hill place, elevated ground.  First, someone was born from HELL, and now I am at Aunty Mary's House....  Bernard, the youngest son seemed to be in the dream... but I cannot remember the full details.  Next, I went to the kitchen, the back of the house.....  As I explored the house, I was so amazed at what I saw.... Her house was 'an open concept', on the mountain top.  There was no walls with windows nor anything.  At this back of the house, I looked down and can see everything.... this means that Aunty Mary can see me or anybody who walked past her house everyday from the 'mountain top'.  Looking down, it was like a woods, with trees and bare soils, with gradual slopes.  Further on my right, there is a stairway leading upstairs (To the rooftop perhaps).... but I do not know where it would lead to.  It was a long stairway and at the far end it appeared 'black' meaning, it is very far and high up.  I wondered if Aunty Mary has personally went up?  But in the dream, it seemed like nobody had gone up before....  The stairway contains green railings or metal pole.  This type of stairs is not the normal stairs, but is like ladder.... so scary that I can imagine the heights, and I do not dare to go up either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-3289090349982873708?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3289090349982873708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=3289090349982873708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/3289090349982873708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/3289090349982873708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/09/dragon-time-machine.html' title='Dragon Time Machine'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-5484580390377485677</id><published>2010-09-04T03:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T04:25:55.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man returns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artiste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photographic memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='instruments of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artistic lights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirits of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red river valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artist talent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musical movements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='impressionist'/><title type='text'>Something Strange</title><content type='html'>I need to record what I had 'seen' today, earlier on in the afternoon when I was sleeping beside Isaac (so that he would sleep longer).  Now it is already considered yesterday since it is 3.40am on 4th September 2010...  which surprisingly, I am not sleepy yet, but had already posted 2 articles -- &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/09/04/the-immortal-beloved/"&gt;The Immortal Beloved&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2010/09/04/god-given-talent/"&gt;God-Given Talent&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never studied architecture, music, arts nor engineering or electronics.  I am no good with computer also.  Physics is something that I am not familiar with and seem very obscure.  Yet, today I had a weird dream, a dream of satellite!  I do not know or understand how a satellite work.  I am never interested in such stuff.  I had not even had a chance to read about the satellite as well, but I dreamed of the satellite!!!  This is so amazing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since 12 hours had already been gone, I had no idea what actually had I dreamed of, but the main 'impression' of the dream now was just 'an image' in my brain.  The image was a satellite, and what was reflected on the satellite?  It was so amazing what I had seen in the dream.... it was a satellite that reflect the photograph of me and Richard, our wedding photograph!  And this wedding photograph is hanged just behind me now, above our bed.... In the dream, I was watching the satellite from afar, a balcony I supposed.  Looking out, I saw the reflection!  I saw the light rays and the image of the photograph that was being reflected from the satellite!  Later, I asked Richard to take a look, but it changed...  I saw an image of myself, a side-view it seems.... and I was awoken...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole day contains nothing special.  In the evening, Richard needs  to go to the bank.  So we went to Causeway Point for dinner.  I ate Prawn Noodles, Clara ate Hokkien Mee and Richard ate Kway Chap.  After that, we bought home Salmon Rice for Ricsson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the day or was it after we came back from Causeway Point, I had no idea... because I had not 'kept track' of it.  But just now 'similar' thing happened and I equate that to earlier experience.  It was 'flashing' of 'something' very fast just across my eyes, and 'very messy'.  Twice it happened.  The earlier one I did not keep track, but just now, it happened near the toilet door...  and it happened after I had posted on &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/09/04/the-immortal-beloved/"&gt;The Immortal Beloved&lt;/a&gt; and while writing &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2010/09/04/god-given-talent/"&gt;God-Given Talent&lt;/a&gt;, composing The Heiligenstadt Testament.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was taken aback by The Prophet.  My heart almost 'jump out' when I saw the picture of The Prophet which I had posted myself!  It is really 'mystical' and 'enchanting' and 'haunting' and really spooky...  and thinking back at what I had seen at &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/07/20/destiny-house/"&gt;my old house&lt;/a&gt; many years back...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What had happened?  I wrote at God-Given Talent, to be continued...  so it was this dream that I had 'seen' and I had earlier on 'pondered' and 'relate' to everything that I had 'seen'.  And as I was typing about Beethoven's hearing disability, I had 'sensed' 'extra hearing' or 'extra sound' being echoed in my ears.... exactly the same as played in the organ, but it was not from the organ, but from my ears...  perfect music, exactly the same as the organ... the song which I had sang during my primary school music test, standing beside my Primary 5 or perhaps 6 form teacher, Mrs Soh....  The title of the song is Red River Valley...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Marty Robbins Sings 'Red River Valley.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ezJkRDQmL2Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ezJkRDQmL2Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marty_Robbins"&gt;Martin David Robinson&lt;/a&gt; (September 26, 1925–December 8, 1982), known professionally as Marty Robbins, was an American singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist. One of the most popular and successful country and Western singers of his era, for most of his nearly four-decade career, Robbins was rarely far from the country music charts, and several of his songs also became pop hits.  (26 September is the birthday of someone I know...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this afternoon, before I slept with Isaac, I had posted or prepared to post &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2010/09/03/%E9%83%8E%E6%AD%B8%E6%99%9A-%E6%B1%AA%E6%98%8E%E8%8D%83/"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt; by Liza Wang called 郎歸晚....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This same night, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claude_Monet"&gt;Claude Monet&lt;/a&gt; also known as Oscar Claude Monet I 'rediscovered'... his DOB, 14 November 1840...  His arts, in particular the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Impression,_soleil_levant"&gt;Impression, Sunrise&lt;/a&gt;..... rings back the bell... at the hospital, when I was 'bounced back', I opened my eyes, I saw an orange sun on the metal cabinet, the drug trolley...  'series' of images I seen flashing as though it was a 'lesson' time, projecting from the projector....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hear the terrible cats mewing now downstairs... the time now is about 4.18am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-5484580390377485677?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Visual_arts' title='Something Strange'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5484580390377485677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=5484580390377485677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/5484580390377485677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/5484580390377485677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/09/something-strange.html' title='Something Strange'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-5332411522826608801</id><published>2010-08-29T08:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T09:08:37.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good shepherd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese house blessing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church of christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story of salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost sheep'/><title type='text'>House Blessing</title><content type='html'>Today I have a dream about house blessing.  I cannot remember the details, but only some of it.  KBS and my mother was in the dream.  In one part of the dream, I was running out of the house so fast..  As I was running, I held on to my breathe and ran as fast as I can out of the building.  While running, the inverted incense paper laid all over the floor.  I wanted to avoid stepping on them, but cannot.  Coming down from stairs, and running, I had to step on the inverted incense paper...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outside the house, there seem to be a gathering first -- all squatting....  I saw KBS wearing light green and yellow, with a belt.  In the dream, I saw a tree, the tree looked like coral tree.  Later, we went onto the lorry.  On the lorry, my mother was also there.  Several other people whom I do not know was there.  One of the woman, holding packets of Chinese Incense Offerings, accused my mother.  I was very angry and I wanted to confront her....  My mother was sad over it.  Cannot remember what happened later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next part of the dream was about Jesus.  There was a gathering in a house.  It was like the same group of people and I cannot remember the people.  But in the dream, there was a discussion about Jesus.  I cannot remember the exact questions asked, but roughly.  The people answered the questions later on the bus.  It seemed that the answers were rather 'stupid'.  When my turn came, I said I was not ready yet.  Then the next ladies also said they are not ready yet (after me).  In the dream, I was thinking of what to say (How Jesus Save me).  The discussion was in Chinese and everybody must say in Chinese....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, I woke up.....to continue what I need to say... in Chinese...... and it is Jesus saved the lost sheep.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-5332411522826608801?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5332411522826608801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=5332411522826608801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/5332411522826608801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/5332411522826608801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/08/house-blessing.html' title='House Blessing'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-4649902340567571784</id><published>2010-08-27T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T14:45:43.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth about creation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life and death matters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worshipping idols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese love story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sculptures of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butterfly lovers story'/><title type='text'>Chinese Offerings</title><content type='html'>27 August 2010: This morning, I dreamt of myself holding some incense, and I actually 'bow' and put the burning incense in front of a shrine, a table with Chinese 'gods'.  It was such a 'scary dream' because I saw unfamiliar faces....  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgotten most of the dream and details, but it was a little girl in a house I still remember now.  In this house where the little stays, there were two houses in this block of flats, facing each other.  There was a stairway leading to this house.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another woman, a very fair short-hair girl, adult, I dreamed of, walked with me in the dream....  somebody who was not very friendly towards me......  I really forgotten what this dream is all about, but the main thing is I am holding the Chinese Incense....which I had not held ANY in my lifetime....as a Catholic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In between this dream, I woke up as Isaac cried... I accidentally touched my computer, and saw SPI site about Changi Barracks...  so spooky...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Nose Job&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26 August 2010: Isaac fell down badly today.  Two times.... first in the morning and later in the afternoon, at the door....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27 August 2010: Butterfly Lovers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cross Path&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I am so touched by the show, Butterfly Lovers....  Just as the show was being played (started at 10am, part 2), the sky changed at one point....  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vzkpu8jJCww&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vzkpu8jJCww&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 5px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 1.3333em; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-4649902340567571784?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4649902340567571784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=4649902340567571784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/4649902340567571784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/4649902340567571784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/08/chinese-offerings.html' title='Chinese Offerings'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-7376832236804113011</id><published>2010-08-21T10:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T10:55:30.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams and vision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eternal and everlasting life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Cross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese surname'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher and Master'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rabbit and resurrection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese Deities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Building and Complex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Persecution'/><title type='text'>百家姓 (Bai Jia Xing)</title><content type='html'>I was awoken from a 'dangerous persecution'.  I came down finally from a building called百家姓 building.  I was at the first floor.  There were two entrances to their offices, one on the right and one on the far end straight ahead, after I came down from the staircase.  At the right hand corner end was an altar of Tua Pek Kong.  The altar was pasted with newspapers and various pieces of white notes, very messy.  The first floor of this building stood Chinese couples older than me talking outside the offices.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as they saw me coming down from the building, and I was walking around wondering where was I.... Richard said he needed to go toilet, and I was left alone....  these two couples, the old man wearing long pants and long sleeve white shirt, started to gang up to 'persecute' me.  They saw the cross on my neck.  The man put cigarette butt (which he was smoking) onto my hand.  I knew why they wanted to do it.  I allowed them to do it.  But they got worst, spreading more cigarette butt on me and started to got hold of my hands and feet, spinning me around.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so scared, and hoped that Richard would come out from the toilet faster to save me.  Spin and spin, toss and toss, I had 'lost' sense of where I was....  so scared... until I shouted for help..... and I do not know was I awoke or was I still in the dream.... I closed my eyes and saw 'patterns' on my eyelid again... black and white..... so amazing 'patterns' that I do not know how to describe them.  It consists of dots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I came down from the building, it was some classes I hopped into.  Clara seemed to be in the class.  It seemed to be "Boon Lay Secondary School" but it was just a simple room, a simple shopping centre room with chairs (with foldable mini-side table for writing).  Someone asked me,"Got Maternity Class later?"  I said,"I am not the teacher, why ask me?"   "Go and ask the teacher." I added....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw the teacher later on.   I could not remember the details, but it seemed that there were some 'chaos' going on after that.  Then I escaped, and that was how I was going down the stairs I supposed.  In the dream, the most memorable part was the running down the stairs, jumping down each flight of stairs, as I was carrying Isaac.   Richard was following behind suddenly.  It was scary as the flight of stairs all have different gradient and different distances.  It was dark.  The place was 'virtually' like Farrer Road, but later as I arrived at the first floor, it was 'virtually' like Fu Lu Shou Complex....  I saw a Chinese Pink Peach...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, my dream was about rabbits.  There was one night this recent months where I dreamed of so many rabbits in it.  So many so many, on the field, all over the place that I go.  Yesterday, it was a rabbit that passed its feaces on my head, black round bits of feces being passed out on to my head, so real...  it was at the second floor of a place....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-7376832236804113011?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7376832236804113011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=7376832236804113011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/7376832236804113011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/7376832236804113011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/08/bai-jia-xing.html' title='百家姓 (Bai Jia Xing)'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-864379588136335748</id><published>2010-08-19T07:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T08:15:09.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couples and children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praying for babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious matter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deities and god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage and divorce matters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funerals matter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='having babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese beliefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incense offering'/><title type='text'>Daughters-in-laws</title><content type='html'>The first part of the dream.  My right hand was stained with Isaac's shit (feaces).  I spread out my fingers, I saw my right hand in the dream, dirty.  I was walking at a void deck.  I came to a junction of the void deck.  There were two pillars and a metal railing partition in this void deck.  Sitting on the opposite side of me as I wanted to walk pass this two pillars partition at the void deck, I saw three daughters-in-law of the Toh's family.  They were the number 2, 3 and 4 daughters-in-law...  The one who saw me and seemed to have talked to me at this junction seem to be the 3rd one, the wife of the 3rd son, the one I had dreamed earlier on one day....  (the 3 of me dream that was so real...)  Just as I was walking pass the partition and the 3rd daugher-in-law wanted to talk to me and I wanted to reply her, Isaac cried.  I woke up from this part of the dream.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(As I was interrupted from the dream, carrying Isaac, I thought of the dream, recalling.  The right hand was so obvious.  Next, what were the women doing, sitting at the void deck circular table?  They seemed to be folding incense paper.  The Chinese usually fold their incense paper into 'boat-shaped' to represent 'money' if I am not wrong.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was around 2 am.  After Isaac slept again, I put him beside me and we slept again.  This time, surprisingly, the dream seemed to continue.  &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/08/toto-tio-toto.html"&gt;What a 'realistic' dream yet again&lt;/a&gt;.  How unusual this is .... first time dream of these women.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time, I was sitting at a table with wooden stools on a grassland with Richard -- the type of Chinese Teashop's table and stools in olden days Chinese Teashop.  It was a long path, with a raised platform just beside our table (on the grass).  Richard sat opposite of me in such a way that I can see his face... in the dream, sometimes I can see myself and sometimes I am 'in me' (cannot see myself)...  While sitting at the table, our feet was touching the ground.  It was flooding later!  My stool moved, and it became very unstable.  The water level raised.  Soon the waiter came to help.  He came to carry the stool to the platform.  Surprisingly, he was carrying the stool (together with me, who was sitting on the stool).  Again, I saw the scene, and was in the 'scene'....ie  watching and 'performing'... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isaac woke up several times as usual.  My dream was disturbed each time.  However, today, all the dreams seemed to be the same 'theme', the same women appeared from the start to the end!  It started with the 3 daughters-in-law mentioned above and ends with them also.... in particular the 4th one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this part of the dream, it was like a hotel we were at.  The hotel is like Genting Hotel.  "We" were there.  A performance was going on.  I am not interested to watch any performance.  I stayed at one corner, far behind the performance area.  Richard was beside me.  My mother and sister seemed to be there as well.  In this part of the dream, my tooth was so out of shape as I smile.  It was my right canine tooth.  In this dream, I can see the mirror image of my mouth, with the whole set of teeth displayed right in front of me (it is like another me in front of me, just like what I described above).  The teeth was so big, so long.  How can my teeth be so big and long?  So amazingly unbelievable.  But it is really what I saw.  My right canine was about to drop.  In the dream, it finally came off just before I am going to watch the performance (finally decided to watch after seeing one of the model walked past).  I hold my big canine tooth, so long and big, so elongated.  There was no blood.  There was a gap left on my teeth, the 'hole' that was formed with the canine gone missing.  My mother seemed to ask me to throw away the canine tooth.  But I put them in my bag before I proceed to watch the performance at the front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A 'scary' sight.  2 women were imitating something.  On the left was a woman lying down 'imitating' something like the 'birth process'.  I cannot remember what the woman on the right was doing.  Perhaps I was too focused on the left.  The colour of 'these things' are greenish or cyan...  the woman 'give out' several 'balls' which I called 'bolus'.  It was like machines, 'put put put'  giving out bolus and bolus of baby skulls, 'thrown' to the far end, forming like a heap of them...  Some children were surrounding this woman.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seemed concurrently in some part of the hotel, in the rooms, something is happening which I cannot remember the full detail... something about the white jacket of the 4th daughter-in-law.  The 4th daughter-in-law is pretty and charming among the rest.  She got big eyes and I like her youngest son, very cute when he was in primary school age, the first time I saw him, I like him, cute boy.  Now this boy is married.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this 'hotel', a disagreement or some arguments took place, about dirtying the clothes or white jacket.  Next, the 4th daughter-in-law discovered about it, very angry and brought it all the way to another part of the hotel.  The white Jacket with the sleeve stained, was seemed to be displayed at a circular 'arena' of the hotel.  Behind this place, there were rooms where the hotel staff were working.  The 4th daughter-in-law shouted and made a fuss over this jacket but no one came to her assistance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A surprise in the dream, a mediacorp artiste came up to me and gave me a hand-made 'card', a drawing paper coloured blue with what designs or words, I don't know because I had not opened nor read the card, but just received it.  In the dream, I remembered who this artiste was, but now, there were two artiste in mind -- one fair one and one dark one.  One fair one was a not so popular artiste, acted so long ago, but now no more of his shows.  Not a main leading actor before, but unimportant ones.   The next one, Richard said he looked like Andy Lau, but he did not look like Andy Lau to me.  He is dark, squarish face, not so long Star, acted in the current Unriddle show.  This person told me that I can call him, saying SMS and pointing on the paper/card numbers.... but I saw three 'deities', three Chinese 'deities'...........................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happens to the first and the fifth daughters-in-law?  These dreams had spurred me to think....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-864379588136335748?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/864379588136335748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=864379588136335748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/864379588136335748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/864379588136335748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/08/daughters-in-laws.html' title='Daughters-in-laws'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-2166410350631864510</id><published>2010-08-15T09:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T00:58:28.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='numerology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese Ancestry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese Gungfu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese Beliefs of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humourous Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertisement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children abduction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bu Xi or Tuition'/><title type='text'>Feng Shui</title><content type='html'>It was a billboard with the movie show "Eye With Him".  Chicken or chicken wings were being 'thrown' as the guys 'performed' on top of the billboard as we stood on the 'grandstand' watching.  Sometimes we do not know if the missed 'action' was in purpose or was it their real accidental unprofessionalism of the team.  There were 2 or 3 guys on top of the billboard.  There were simple machine lever systems that would catch hold of the chicken wings or some chicken parts...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was awoken from a dream of sewing Chicken parts when Isaac cried.  Someone, a woman was asking me to sold the skin of the chicken parts so as to join the two pieces of chicken together... This was a Chinese family in Hong Kong.  It was a big house, all made of wood.  It is a house with many rooms, with the doors closed.  Someone was supposed to come here to meet the parents.  I did not want to come, but somehow, came in.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Children Abduction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly, I seemed to be nowhere, but I saw a gal in black wanted to bring two children out of the house.  Then the 'owner' said,"Last time, someone also do the same thing to 10 children with candies."  Meaning to say that the person abducted 10 children with candies.  The children never returned.  They were scared that the same thing would happen and later these two kids would not return safely.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strangely, as the 2 kids were being brought out in the streets, the woman knew that they were being followed...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sequence was a bit confusing, but this place was a place with a lake.  The building is seem old.  It's downstairs being shopping centres, with escalators.  At first, I wanted to go up the escalators.  People were blocking in front of me.  I was in a rush.  I did not know if the escalators would go to the floor which I wanted to go.  I tried to ask or look ahead, but soon, I ran down to see (faster way out).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out that that was the right way.  After going down like 2 'floors', I came to the 'level' which I wanted to go (discover).  It was level 7.  The level was very old, it seems to be like Farrer Road flats, but it was not.  It was a very old Hong Kong building.  On the wall was a big wheel (The Buddhist wheel, but without the creature on it).  After I saw this on the wall, I went down further one level, the final level that I wanted to go.  It was surprisingly, different from level 7, though it was the same building.  The floor map was different!  On level 6, it was actually divided into 6a and 6b!  Before I arrived at the mentioned house above, I saw FIRST lighted candles, red candles with long orange flames on the wall -- those type of Chinese praying plaques, with Chinese words inscribed on the metal red plaques.  There were two of them.  Next, the houses there as I walked there, consists of pointed flats -- there were 4 houses facing each other, with no corridors.  On one side of the house, I saw a big 'cupboard' like doors, very very big doors with two panels, just like those in olden days Chinese shows...  the place was so old and you can see dirt and even 'webs'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone seem to have talk to me in this level.  It was something about entry and the environment.  The guy was telling me something and then asking me to look at the trees in the lake.  True enough, the weather changes so fast and the trees in the lake downstairs were all frosting.  Thick ice could be seen forming among the leaves. The lake area was all foggy or hazy -- typical cold look of the country (the look of a cold country, just like Genting Highlands).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the grandstand, as we watch 'performance', I could see the leaves in the lake frosting also.  The weather was changing so fast....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;incomplete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1am 16 August 2010: I don't think I am going to complete what I had dreamed.   Another day is gone.  I had a tremendous day of surprise....Assumption of Mary at St Anthony Church.  That already suffice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-2166410350631864510?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2166410350631864510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=2166410350631864510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/2166410350631864510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/2166410350631864510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/08/feng-shui.html' title='Feng Shui'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-6770707106144844210</id><published>2010-08-14T06:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T13:00:16.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roman catholic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our lady of lourdes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='building the home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boon lay dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saint damien'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immaculate heart of mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priest and nuns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporation primary school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seed of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='godmother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our house'/><title type='text'>Our Lady of Lourdes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/06/30/corporation-primary-school/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SGj5hqrLXlI/AAAAAAAAINc/13Dcw4nPu7o/s400/CIMG5203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217694525095108178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the &lt;a href="http://peacebella.blogspot.com/2008/02/peace-garden.html"&gt;Statue of Mary&lt;/a&gt; I had dreamed of at the old &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/06/30/corporation-primary-school"&gt;Corporation Primary School&lt;/a&gt;.  Now this school was relocated and it was Grace Orchard School.  It was exactly this fence I was standing and peeking at the 'crowds' and 'performance' going on in the 'church'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the fence, I can see the Lady of Lourdes being worshipped.  There were so many candles that were being lighted.  Mary Statue was just on the stairways of the school (the place where children/students love to play, the few steps of stairs just in front of the school).  I was hesitating whether a not to take any photograph of it.  Standing and watching what was going on, looking around me, there were people watching also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked away towards the direction of my home at Blk 169, but before I had walked even 100m, I turned back.  This is because I heard names of the Chinese Characters being called in the compound.  I wanted to learn about these people.  It was a name that was so familiar to me, but I had forgotten now.  I turned back and walked back to the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I saw 2 nuns, the picture of 2 nuns, so big, instead of the Statue of Mary.  The photographs of the nuns were so big, and it was in black and white.  Now, the candle flames were getting more and the place seemed very smoky.  It was so smoky that I regretted that I had not taken any photograph earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was watching the smoky air, something mysterious happened.  I saw a 'transparent' or rather 'translucent' figure, a man in black and white.  This man is a priest, a 'ang mo' (black hair, 'caucasian' priest).  In the dream, I said,"hey, I just saw him moment ago, how come he is in there?"  I wonder if he is alive or dead... meaning a ghost/spirit or a real person?  His figure was so big.... Though he is not Damien (the priest who had sacrificed his life), but he was quite handsome, and in my memory now, as I was typing, it was him that I was thinking of -- God's Athlete -- the photograph of this priest that was hang at the &lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/blessed-sacrament-church"&gt;Blessed Sacrament Church&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://www.justsingapore.com/house-of-mary"&gt;Sacred heart of Jesus and Mary&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the surrounding of the school, as the candles were lighted and burning, grey dirty wax was lying all over the area.  It was so much like a real dream and everything appearing real.  The Chinese 'show' going on consists of colourful costumes.  The people wore or dressed in orange, green, etc, but mainly these two colours I can remembered vividly.  They were walking around, either rehearsing or performing -- very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another part of the dream, I was at my baptismal godmother's house.  Her house was at Tiong Bahru and in the dream, she had done a valuation.  Her eldest daughter had asked for a price of $350k but it was sold for $450k...  I was at her house and saw the rooms of her house.... still as big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I was talking to my cousin, John.  He showed me four stamps (rubber stamps) of different colours.  I wanted to have them also, but he chopped on the paper and told me that 'like that see also can'.  However, the result does not turned out to be good.  I took hold of the rubber stamp and looked underneath.  The four stamps contains stuff on PSLE, MOE (Ministry of Education), and two more I cannot think of now.  This morning, I can still remember, but after all the chores it is clean forgotten.  It was four 'departments', each of different colours, consisting of green, red, and some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/26/the-bread-of-life/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Seed of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/26/the-bread-of-life/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SDqJcBI-q_I/AAAAAAAAHlE/Ar9isC73l-8/s400/CIMG5212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204623433815469042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/05/21/%E5%8D%83%E8%A8%80%E8%90%AC%E8%AA%9E/"&gt;17 May 2008&lt;/a&gt; was my last visit to this place at Boon Lay.  Strangely, I was dreaming of this place, exactly the same and I was standing at the fence, watching "MARY", the nuns and the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Father_Damien"&gt;Priest Damien&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="postspace2"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;!--content with more link--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-6770707106144844210?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/07/thank-you-mary.html' title='Our Lady of Lourdes'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6770707106144844210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=6770707106144844210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/6770707106144844210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/6770707106144844210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/08/our-lady-of-lourdes.html' title='Our Lady of Lourdes'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SGj5hqrLXlI/AAAAAAAAINc/13Dcw4nPu7o/s72-c/CIMG5203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-1594407080398505065</id><published>2010-08-12T10:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T16:09:14.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='numerology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wen cheng gong zu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dalai lama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knocking door'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3am'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tibetan Buddhism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hungry ghosts festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sound I heard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reincarnation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princess wen cheng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual master'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokhang Temple'/><title type='text'>Princess...</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up at about 230am.  Isaac cried and I had to rock him to sleep.  Richard woke up to make milk for him later.  After that he went back to sleep.  Just after he went to sleep and I put Isaac on the bed, got myself to 'sleep' also, I heard KNOCKING SOUND at the door.  It was vigorous knocking sound, just like that of "&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2010/06/28/michael-jackson-comeback/"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/a&gt;" which happened on that particular night...  This time, it was 3.07am.  As soon as I heard the knocking sound, I looked at the computer for the time...  what a 'scary moment', but soon, I was very 'awoken' and started searching for 'answers'.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what I had seen earlier was correct... the white eyes -- relating to Tibetan Buddhism.  Familiar name came to my mind and I searched for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wen_Cheng"&gt;Princess Wencheng&lt;/a&gt; (文成公主) on Wikipedia.  I never know that people actually worshipped her...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading the information on Wikipedia, I also learned about Dalai Lama, the meaning of the words and   &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/14th_Dalai_Lama"&gt;Jetsun Jamphel Ngawang Lobsang Yeshe Tenzin Gyatso&lt;/a&gt;, usually shortened to Tenzin Gyatso (born Lhamo Döndrub, &lt;b&gt;6 July&lt;/b&gt; 1935) is the 14th Dalai Lama, a spiritual leader revered among the people of Tibet...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is 七月初三, 12 August 2010... 8th day...  the Jokhang Temple in Tibet as shown in the internet looks scary and imagined that I looked at them in the night, dark hours of the morning.... everybody was sleeping -- some green face, some with red painted face and so on... considering now the seventh month... the Hungry Ghosts Festival even!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, what is there to fear when I believe in Jesus Christ, the Lord of the Lords, the King of the Kings and the Saviour of the 'saviours'.  This knocking sound was that of female... the hand was much 'finer' but just as powerful since I can hear the knocking sound even in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-1594407080398505065?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1594407080398505065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=1594407080398505065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/1594407080398505065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/1594407080398505065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/08/princess.html' title='Princess...'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-8831278391635499396</id><published>2010-08-10T22:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:50:23.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hungry ghost festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='number 6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three jewels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buddhism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese beliefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seventh month'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enlightenment'/><title type='text'>Three Jewels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TGFjCsv_G1I/AAAAAAAAP8A/ZAAtF8UYaLI/s1600/CIMG2982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TGFjCsv_G1I/AAAAAAAAP8A/ZAAtF8UYaLI/s400/CIMG2982.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503789117646773074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Join the dots.... Number 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the chinese seventh month (10th August 2010) , 中元节, 七月初一, just one day after our National Day, the 45th birthday of Singapore which was yesterday...  this is the day where the Chinese believes the ghost gates are opened... the hungry ghosts are released.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just now while bringing Isaac back from the playground, we saw people burning incense, putting incense and burning their 'stuff' at the grasslands.  Everywhere around the void deck especially, we could smell all the burning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, Isaac woke up, saying, "Baby, baby....." repeating the words many many times.   The morning was so bright, with the sun shining brightly.  But at around 8am, I discovered that the sky suddenly turned grey.  My room was all dark.  A few minutes prior to this, I had another unusual vision.....  While I was carrying Isaac, rocking him, closing my eyes, I suddenly 'saw' a fiery white eye just in front of my brain...  This eye was so different from the previous eyes that I saw.  It was white and like paper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to recall what this eye was.  It was quite familiar.  Soon, I realized that it was very similar to the &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/05/18/buddhism/"&gt;buddhism&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/05/19/the-four-noble-truths/"&gt;wheel of life&lt;/a&gt;... the 'scary creature' just above the circle -- searching the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buddhism"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, I realized that the eye was very similiar to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Padmasambhava"&gt;Padmasambhava&lt;/a&gt;(the bottom photograph at this page of wikipedia)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole day, I felt so tired and sleepy....  today is the 6th day...  the number 6.... is so special.... in association with our eyes as well....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From reading &lt;a href="http://www.peacemotivate.com/2010/08/09/human-bones/"&gt;Human Bones&lt;/a&gt; I had learned that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The eye sockets are shaped to fit the spherical eyeballs.  The eyeballs need to be spherical, to be able to tilt up and down, and to turn from side to side, to look in any direction.  In addition to these movements, the spherical shape of the eyeball allows it to roll in its socket while continuing to look straight forward.  You cannot do that voluntarily, but there is a reflex that makes the eye roll in this way when the head is tilted, so as to keep the image in the same place on the retina.  &lt;i&gt;Six muscles&lt;/i&gt; connecting the eye socket to different points on the eyeball drive these movements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The number six.... sixth sense or 第 六 感。。。and  六六大顺...，also 6=路= pathway..... 一路发....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TGFjC3hxIoI/AAAAAAAAP8I/f4RFW5e6D68/s1600/CIMG3034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TGFjC3hxIoI/AAAAAAAAP8I/f4RFW5e6D68/s400/CIMG3034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503789120539927170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TGFjC3hxIoI/AAAAAAAAP8I/f4RFW5e6D68/s1600/CIMG3034.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;White pigeon among the black and brown in front of Marsiling Blk 168, Woodlands st 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TGFjmYwQyDI/AAAAAAAAP8Q/2Vgx6_tfCpM/s1600/CIMG3032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TGFjmYwQyDI/AAAAAAAAP8Q/2Vgx6_tfCpM/s400/CIMG3032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503789730754512946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Closer view of the White pigeon among the black and brown in front of Marsiling Blk 168, Woodlands st 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36733243-8831278391635499396?l=peace-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/05/20/sangha/' title='Three Jewels'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8831278391635499396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36733243&amp;postID=8831278391635499396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/8831278391635499396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36733243/posts/default/8831278391635499396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2010/08/three-jewels.html' title='Three Jewels'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/TGFjCsv_G1I/AAAAAAAAP8A/ZAAtF8UYaLI/s72-c/CIMG2982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36733243.post-4909923847075318091</id><published>2010-08-07T07:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T16:26:12.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holy city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feast day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roman catholic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god&apos;s grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabbath day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feasts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seventh day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promised land'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='table of plenty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='come to the feast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritualism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metaphysics'/><title type='text'>The Big Feast</title><content type='html'>This morning I dreamed of Richard jogging... there were several other men wearing similar attire jogging also.  At one spot, he was jogging in front of a white house.  His shirt was white and he passed by the house.  As he was passing by, I (standing downhill, separated from him at some distance), told him not to 'hao lian' (proud) else he might slip and fell...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In another scene of the dream, what I can remember now was the main 'thing'.  It was a treat from the birthday boy at the restaurant.  A meal treat to Richard and me.  Richard was not very happy, seem jealous that it was a 
