
This year, his favourite toy - Zoids.

It is his last chance to celebrate his birthday in school.... I heard they don't allow such celebrations in Primary school....

He has grown so much!!!! It was a wonderful day for me.
Happy Birthday, boy!



public class Paul extends Sinner implement Male, Husband, Son,
Father, Citizen, Christian, Serializable, Runnable {
Logger logger = Logger.getInstance();
Vector officeTasks = new Vector();
static Paul me = null;
public static synchronized Paul getPaul() {
if (me == null) {
me = new Paul();
}
return me;
}
public void run() {
payBills();
beAHusband();
beAFather();
doCitizenDuties();
}
private void doWork() {
OfficeTask task = (OfficeTask) officeTasks.firstElement();
if (task != null && task.challenging()) {
if (task.getAssigner().equals(BOSS)) {
task.do(me);
}
} else if (task != null && task.impossible()) {
beSuperman();
}
}
protected void addOfficeTask(OfficeTask task) {
officeTasks.add(task);
}
private void beAFather() {
playWithKids();
readToKids();
watchTVwithKids();
}
private void beASon() {
honorParents();
}
private void beAHusband() {
loveWife();
talkToWife();
}
private void doCitizenDuties() {
do_In_Camp_Training();
if (office_calls) {
logger.log(logger.WARN, "Citizen module in progress, official work cannot be done concurrently.");
} else if (office_demands_work) {
if (work.canDelegate()) {
new thread() {
public void run() {
deleteToTeam(work);
}
}.start();
} else {
logger.log(logger.FATAL, "Work suffering from productivity.
Handphones not responding well and \
emails to be ignored to clear buffer.");
}
}
}
private void beSuperman() {
throw new MethodNotSupported();
}
}
Michael Card (Joseph's Song)
Chorus 1
How could it be this baby in my arms
Sleeping now, so peacefully
The Son of God, the angel said
How could it be
Lord I know He's not my own
Not of my flesh, not of my bone
Still Father let this baby be
The son of my love
Chorus 2
Father show me where I fit into this plan of yours
How can a man be father to the Son of God
Lord for all my life I've been a simple carpenter
How can I raise a king, How can I raise a king
He looks so small, His face and hands so fair
And when He cries the sun just seems to disappear
But when He laughs it shines again
How could it be
Chorus 2
Chorus 1

























Well, wel, well.... it has been so long since I've last blogged isn't it?
Many things have happened in between. Kids gotten ill, I fell ill ... the bug circulates and passed around like a parcel. In fact, Gracia was one of the worst hit in the episode. She was down with bronchitis. Poor girl. Got to get her to the clinic, (btw, all these are aftermath now).... and as you can envision it - the clinic is FULL.
I mean, what a better season to fall ill? The school holidays, I am busy with project work... AND to top it? The clinic is filled with kids who are down with some flu bug or something. OK, the first victim in our family was Theophilus. I believe he might have caught the virus from his school (in fact, we were dead worried after we found out that there were cases of HFM in his school). To his delight, he was relieved from his last 2 weeks of school just before the holiday begins. Or rather the OFFICIAL holiday.
What blessings in disguised for him? What a nightmare to us!
Anyway, back to the girl - she was quite a poor thing. Quite restless and couldn't rest well at all. We even have to bring home the nabulizer. Well, it was only after the nabulizer treatment that things gotten better.
When we were back to the clinic for a review, it was ANOTHER long waiting session (3 hours I believe or ... to put it another way - my Saturday was maytred at the doors of the clinic). Yet, there were moments I could not help but play with some tune and words in my head. For example:
Doctor, doctor, quick quick quick,
My daughter, my daugther, she is sick
Nurses, nurses bill me quick
My daughter is restless and became a wiggly twig
Ah, a great amount of my life is spent waiting, queueing, .... such is the true of life. What do people do when they wait? It is a period of great agony to me. Well, I guess that is also part of my job description for being a daddy - Must be capable to transcient across the (waiting) time.