Work-Life Balance

I reckon that this is what every employee wants while in their working life.

8:30 am to 5:30 pm or 9 am to 6 pm.
Leave office sharp after work.
Go partying with your gang for happy hour till 9 pm.

This is of course the idealist kinda way to explain our work-life balance, ain't it?

But for family man like me, work-life balance could be different. Or should I say, is there work-life balance?

8:30 am to 5:30 pm or 9 am to 6 pm (no choice - bcos have to feed few mouths in the family)
Leave office sharp after work (also no choice)
Instead of go partying, we go back home to start our life (work) balance once again, eg. taking care of the kiddos, washing (which bound to have something to wash), cleaning.

For me, work-life balance doesn't mean that you have to go partying after work for happy-hour. Even though the 2nd example which I gave above is also part of work-life balance. Just that it seems to be a continuation of "work" in a different sense.

For a family man or woman, with kids especially, life is the fulfillment of our duty towards our children. Seeing them taken care of. Eaten well. Sleeping soundly. Live healthily.

That is "life" despite the fact that we "work" our arse through the night after 6pm, and not having the spare time to spend for partying with our friends.

Hmmm... hopefully when my kids grow up, my wifey and I will have more time to ourselves, so that we can go partying with our joints making loads of cracking sounds... hahaha

I'm Back

Wow...! Time has really flown pass us.

It felt just like yesterday when I posted my last in March, 2 years ago. It was a mere 4 months before it all happened.

18 July 2013.

Will never forget this date for my entire life! This day has changed a man from being a proud, taking the f**k all to himself, heavy smoking, drinking, womanizing (not..!) etc to another, though not much different in terms of appearance (still that handsome, I supposed) *pun intended

This was the day where I had a heart attack. The day where I was rushed into the A&E of the hospital, in a state of pain at my jaw down to my left shoulder and hand. A day where the doctor came in and performed an ultrasound to reveal that half of my heart had stopped while the other half was trying very very hard to sustain this worthless man with blood. A day where I was pushed into the operating room at 7am or die if the doctor waited longer. A day that changed my life.

I know that I'm going to re-tell this over and over again to my children (& hopefully they will want to hear me telling this after a couple of times)

And now. I'm back again. After 2 years. Writing as a different person. An easy going, who doesn't take the f**king whole world to himself thinking he can manage. "How stupid I was" I always think.

Now that things are different, I'll be enjoying my newly "borrowed" life to good use, and not waste it on unnecessary nonsense.

I'll be writing again. Or at least I suppose I will.

More will come.

Wait.

Listen And You’ll Hear

 

Today, with the advancement of technology, and with the stress at work, home and life, and with all distracting things which are happening around us, we tend not to listen. And I do not mean listening with your ears, but with your HEART.

 

One of the hardest thing to do is learning to listen.

 

You will probably find it difficult to quiet your distracting thoughts enough to hear God's voice. One of the good way to begin hearing Him speak is through daily reading of the scriptures. It is an excellent way to listen -- and often the result is unexpected answers to some of your questions.

 

PRAY and your prayers will be answered. It doesn’t necessary come from words of God, but if we listen with our heart, you’ll know very well that God answers your prayers.

 

When you have found others who also believe in Jesus, join with them to pray. Hearing others express their hearts to the Lord is a great catalyst to the growth of your own faith. You will soon find yourself looking forward to those times together.

 

Most important of all, remember that prayer is continual conversation with the One you are learning to love and trust. Just looking up into the sky and smiling at Him or giving your own hand a squeeze -- as if holding the Lord's hand -- can bring you right back into the closeness you need with Him at that moment.

 

Pray and it’ll be answered. Listen and you’ll hear. Feel and you’ll be touched.

An Inspiring Story

I want to share a short story with all who visits my blog. Though I know they are not many, but I know by the little who has come here, I still want to share this story.

Notice the Beautiful Things

I had a very special teacher in high school many years ago whose husband unexpectedly died suddenly of a heart attack. About a week after his death, she shared some of her insight with a classroom of students.

As the late afternoon sunlight came streaming in through the classroom windows and the class was nearly over, she moved a few things aside on the edge of her desk and sat down there.

With a gentle look of reflection on her face, she paused and said, "Before class is over, I would like to share with all of you a thought that is unrelated to class, but which I feel is very important.
Each of us is put here on earth to learn, share, love, appreciate and give of ourselves. None of us knows when this fantastic experience will end. It can be taken away at any moment.

Perhaps this is God's way of telling us that we must make the most out of every single day."

Her eyes beginning to water, she went on, "So I would like you all to make me a promise. From now on, on your way to school, or on your way home, find something beautiful to notice. It doesn't have to be something you see - it could be a scent-perhaps of freshly baked bread wafting out of someone's house, or it could be the sound of the breeze slightly rustling the leaves in the trees, or the way the morning light catches one autumn leaf as it falls gently to the ground.

Please look for these things, and cherish them. For, although it may sound trite to some, these things are the "stuff" of life. The little things we are put here on earth to enjoy. The things we often take for granted. We must make it important to notice them, for at any time... it can all be taken away."

The class was completely quiet. We all picked up our books and filed out of the room silently. That afternoon, I noticed more things on my way home from school than I had that whole semester. Every once in a while, I think of that teacher and remember what an impression she made on all of us, and I try to appreciate all of those things that sometimes we all overlook.

Take notice of something special you see on your lunch hour today. Go barefoot. Or walk on the beach at sunset. Stop off on the way home tonight to get a double-dip ice cream cone. For as we get older, it is not the things we did that we often regret, but the things we didn't do.

The Pastor and his son

Something worth sharing

A good reminder of God's Love.

Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts. This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring down rain.

The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, 'OK, dad, I'm ready.'

His Pastor dad asked, 'Ready for what?' 'Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out.' Dad responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring down rain.'

The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?'

Dad answers, 'Son, I am not going out in this weather.' Despondently, the boy asks, 'Dad, can I go? Please?' His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son, you can go. Here are the tracts, be careful son.' 'Thanks Dad!'

And with that, he was off and out into the rain. his eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract.

After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted. Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered. He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.

Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something stopped him. Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch! He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.

Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, 'What can I do for you, son?'

With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that *JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU* and I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE.'

With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave. She called to him as he departed. 'Thank you, son! And God Bless You!'

Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit. As the service began, he asked, 'Does anybody have any testimony or want to say anything?' Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet. As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face,

'No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world.

Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live. So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck.

Standing on that chair, so lonely and brokenhearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, 'I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.'

I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly. I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.'

I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder. When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you!

The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, 'Ma'am, I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU.'

Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand. As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more.

You see---I am now a Happy Child of the KING. Since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell.'

There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honor to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building, Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel was seated. He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably. Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love & honor for his son... Except for One. Our Father also allowed His Son to go out into a cold and dark world. He received His Son back with joy unspeakable, and as all of heaven shouted praises and honor to The King, the Father sat His beloved Son on a throne far above all principality and power and every name that is named.

Blessed are your eyes for reading this message. Don't let this message die, read it again and pass it to others.

Heaven is for His people! Remember, God's message CAN make the difference in the life of someone close to you.

Please share this wonderful message...

'Faith is the affirmation and the act that bids eternal truth be present fact.' Coleridge

Just 3 Words Three things in life that, once gone, never come back

1. Time

2. Words

3. Opportunity

Three things in life that can destroy a person

1. Anger

2. Pride

3. Unforgiveness

Three things in life that you should never lose

1. Hope

2. Peace

3. Honesty

Three things in life that are most valuable

1. Love

2. Family & Friends

3. Kindness

Three things in life that are never certain

1. Fortune

2. Success

3. Dreams

Three things that make a person

1. Commitment

2. Sincerity

3. Hard work

Three things that are truly constant

Father - Son - Holy Spirit

I ask the Lord to bless you, as I pray for you today; to guide you and protect you, as you go along your way.

God's love is always with you, God's promises are true.

And when you give God all your cares, you know God will see you through.

Pass this along to People you want God to Bless - I just did!

~~~***My God Reigns***~~~

Think & Ponder

Suppose as you were walking in a dense forest, you strayed off the path and lost your way. Night falls and it becomes dark and cold. You have no food or water. Danger lurks from forest animals. You frantically stumble ahead in the darkness, with no sense of direction. Fear gnaws at you: "I may never make it back to safety."

Just as all hope is fading, your frantic eyes see a dim light in the distance. Suddenly you realize, "Someone is searching for me!" The light grows brighter. It's coming your way. You call out, "Here I am!" The reply comes back: "Keep calling!" Moments later your rescuer appears in the unmistakable uniform of a forest ranger -- one who knows the deep woods and the way home. By the dim light, you study his kind and fatherly face. Steadily he leads you back. As the ranger delivers you to your doorstep, he says, "You're safe now." In sheer relief you respond in the only way you can -- with profound gratitude. "How can I ever repay you?" you ask, knowing no payment could ever suffice.

Should this have been your spiritual being, who will be the uniformed forest ranger be? Where will you find Him?

About Me

From my first post on the things about myself when I started this blog, I am not reviewing my own post and re-writing a new post about myself again.. hehe

You may not find me interesting bcos I myself don’t think I am interesting too… but my entries can be interesting, mind provoking, challenging, funny, etc.

This is ME…

1. Yes, I am a Buddhist, but this blog is NOT about Religion.

2. I try to be a nice person BUT this blog might sometimes not.

3. I am a typical Gemini… (Love Your Friend, Love Your Enemy More)

4. I belong to myself. Nobody owns me.

5. Tell me your jokes, thoughts, opinions, ideas… anything.

6. I like to read.

7. I am a TWIN.

About Me

Hi,

I am Daniel. I had not come to the blog-world before. But a coincident stumbling into one of the bloggers in Malaysia-Today that has sparked my interests in knowing more about this new territory.

Actually, honestly speaking, it's pretty hard to write about myself, though. Let's you try it and you will agree with me (here, I am saying on behalf of most of the people out there)

Here I am. Borned in country that I love very much. The people, places, cultures, food, etc. What else can I say.

So, now that I have created a blog of my own, as I like to write and also like to have my 'creation' published for my respected readers to read, and leave their valuable comments either they stand by my writing or oppose to it.

Don't you have a wrong perception that I am a 'pro' government a**-h*** that is trying his luck convincing everybody that the government is good (as seen in my 1st work 'Malaysian Unite'). I am not.

I will write what I think is right. That is a blogger's right to express his/her thoughts.

As a result of the recent famous bloggers' lawsuits, this has sprout my interest.

I will write anything, from the smallest negligible point to the major issues. From your household squabbles to politics, from baby-sitting to government policies. Rest assured. No favouritism will be practised here.

Leave me comments and your thoughts here, and we can share.