Friday, October 19, 2012

Dream...

I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?" --- Zhuangzi (389-286 BC)

On every morning, do we wake up FROM dream or we wake up TO dream ?;
On every night, we sleep to dream or we sleep to stop our dream…;
Then, when we can’t fall to sleep, is it we afraid to have dream or because we didn’t had dream that we want ?

Thoughts...

***There is a Chinese saying, “One's appearance is a reflection of one's mind.” Because our speech and action are based on our thoughts. A famous Chinese poet and writer Su Dong Po loved to argue with a zen master Fo Yin. Unfortunately he always lost his debate. One day, Su Dong Po visited Master Fo Yin again. He asked Master Fo Yin, “what do I look like to you?” Master Fo Yin smiled and answered immediately, “You look like a Buddha, Mr Su.” Su Tong Po was very happy. Master Fo Yin then asked, “ What do I look like to you?” Looking at his yellow robe and cross-leg sitting posture, Su Tong Po answered, “you look like cow-dung.” Master Fo Yin was not angry, instead he smiled. Su Tong Po was very happy and sang his way home. His sister asked him why he was so happy, he said, “ This time I won the debate with Master Fo Yin.” “Why?” “Fo Yin said I looked like a Buddha and I said he looked like cow-dung. Of course, a Buddha is much superior to cow-dung. Therefore I won.” “No, this time you are not only losing but have lost badly.” “Why?” “ Fo Yin has Buddha in his mind, thus, everything in his eyes is Buddha. But you only have cow- dung in your thoughts that is why you see everything cow-dung.” We better look after our thoughts.
^Nobleman always look others as noble. ^

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Uncle going back tomorrow, I going back 2 weeks later

Yesterday, me, aunties & uncle is having dinner together. This dinner is asked by auntie S. To farewell uncle going back tomorrow. We eat at Indian restaurant. I really don’t like Indian, but the food is nice. Then another competition on who experience more between uncle & auntie. As we want to make separate bills, therefore I need to instruct the waiter clearly which food on which details. But what annoy is uncle keep want to jump in to talk. The problem is I speak local language to the waiter, but uncle speak English to him. Usually even speak local language he already khong khong. But now add in some more English, really worry the waiter will get wrong. If he make wrong, later uncle will scold again he is not smart enough again. Sigh, so annoy… After sometime, group of Indian with their children get into restaurant for dinner. Then their children are running around & make many noises. Then auntie S is complaining that they are so noisy & making her headache. I bet that auntie S sure don’t like children.
Tomorrow uncle is going back, and then I was thinking that I still have 2 weeks to go. I really don’t know what kind of feeling I have now.

Friday, November 4, 2011

Been locked inside toilet

Today after lunch, I suddenly feel I had stomachache. I need to go toilet. Factory locks the toilet because it was for customer to use only. When I try to find the key to toilet, they told me someone already in toilet. So I just directly go to toilet. In toilet have 4 rooms. So I went inside one of it. When I done with my stomachache, I realize they had locked me inside the toilet. This is the 1st time I been lock inside toilet. I tell to Kwan & she laugh on me. Haha…

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Lost my anger

Today don’t know why, I lost my anger. Actually I was going to gym this afternoon. Then after I start jogging for 20min, an Indian walks into the gym. Then he asks the person in charge to put his own music, some kind of Indian song. Those songs really suck. So I put on my head set & listen my own music thru my iphone. But that Indian requests the music to turn loud. So loud until I turn my own music to the loudest, but still can hear those Indian songs. I really can’t stand it, so I walk to the counter & ask the person handling the gym to turn low the music. But after I return to jogging, I feel the Indian song still so loud. I really feel anger on this. So I just leave the gym with anger & I went to the front desk & complain to them… and return to my room.
I feel my anger is not like before anymore. If this happen 2 years ago, I am sure mine complain & anger will be stronger than this... Without realize, I changed a lot...

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Scorch smell in restaurant

During this morning breakfast, I met uncle. After some time, he suddenly is missing from his seat. At 1st I was thinking he go outside for smoke. But later when he was back, I am asking where he go. He told me that actually he want to heat some bread. But he doesn’t know how to adjust the microwave. So he burns the bread & makes the restaurant have scorch smell.
Uncle is braver than me. He dares to tell it out. Actually, few days ago I also made bread burn when want to heat it with microwave. The microwave is the traditional type. This microwave is only with 2 turners. One is for time & one is for type of heats. I really don’t know what heat should I choose & how long time should I choose. So, I just choose the most heat & put for 2minutes. At last, it burn. Hahaha… When I know this, I just faster bring the breads to my table & wrap it with tissue paper. All the waiter & waitress in the hotel was try to find out where this burning smell come from. They even look at the oven machine to see is it some bread stuck inside it. That why make out the scorch smell. Then I faster leave & bring those burn breads back to room. Then I was thinking, maybe some birds outside can accept to eat these 2 breads. So I just put it on my room balcony. Hee…hee… But after half day, the breads still untouched. But I still keep it out there. When the next day I see it, it is gone. I think those birds do ate it.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Kenny Roger’s Roaster

Today I go mall for dinner & buy something. I go with uncle. Our dinner is at Kenny Roger’s roaster...