Friday, December 11, 2015

A HUMBLING LESSON

I was supposed to visit sifu, a few days ago, but was not able to, because she had visitors and prior dinner enggagement. So last nite was her free day, as she was not suppose to do extreme sports and excercise. We made an appointment for dinner around 7.30pm or so but I was caught in a bad jam and worst I overshot passed her house. Usually I will totally rely on waze to take me to places I am not familiar with. I have been to her place a couple of times and passed by her housing area when ever to go to putra jaya, so I was so confidence I could find it.  Unfortunately I bypassed it and only reliase it too late and there was no u-turn back.It was a long drive all the way to putra jaya before I could get to her house. By the time I got there, it was too late and we had to wait for anothter rock climbing friend, who was to meet up to inspect some of her rock climbing equipments which she had bought on line. We chat abit while waiting for the friend to show up. Over the years, we had gone beyond sifu-member relationship. We had become very good friends .Further more we shared some similiar hobbies, like hiking and rock climbing. Having a meal after her class with some other members was quite a regular thing. I have  read it is not advisable to have our meal after 7.00pm or so, but sleeping on an empty stomach is hard. I tried eating a meal before class a few times- big mistakes, it makes me so uncomfortable during the class.Not only I was not able to enjoy the class, I was not able to put in my best. So now I will have my dinner after class. Finally the friend arrived.
Together with went through inspecting them and learnt some fine points of checking and taking care of the equipment. After an hour we were done and the friend left ,since he had dinner earlier.Only the two of us had dinner at a nearby Indian restaurant.
What lesson did I learnt ? Well never to be over confident and never be afraid to seek help if you need it.


Note:Good friends are hard to find. value them.


some of the items she bought and we did the checking.
carabiner

Quickdraws

Climbing rope

Thursday, December 10, 2015

What is it like to love someone who forgets you?

Dementia, is a terible  sickness, so sad if you can remember your loved one.


For Sazlina Yusof (name changed), one of the hardest decisions the family made was to sell their car to prevent her father from taking off without the family’s knowledge.

“He was very persistent about wanting to leave the house and we cannot allow him to do so,” said the 41-year-old, adding that he has fled the home on several occasions.

He’s lost his memory and cannot recall the family members. “He doesn’t remember any of us,” she adds sadly.

Dementia, which characterises a range of symptoms including a decline in memory and thinking skills, can negatively affect a person’s ability to perform their daily activities.

Few are diagnosed in the early stages, and many only seek treatment at a later stage.

With dementia, the challenges are monumental for the patient. However, caregivers themselves are faced with their own set of challenges, where emotional scars are often left unknown to others.

Apart from the physical and emotional toll on caregivers, families are also left to make tough decisions for their dementia-stricken loved ones, including taking their rights away to ensure their safety.

 “I kept my father confined and he gets very upset about it. He has also lost the perception that the house is his home and felt that he was held in a place against his wishes,” said Sazlina.

original story here

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

A TIRED NIGHT.

Wednesday night was suppose to do rock climbing with sifu, but because she injured her ankle during one of the hike the previous week, on doctor's advice she has to stay away from such sport and as well as teaching her class. So I went to another gym for Body combat class. It was very tiring for me, all because I had not been working out for the past few days. I felt so exhausted after the class.
A few days without workout can makes the different to our stamina.
On checking my Fb, saw Snow, my second God daughter's message.That really makes me forgot my fatigue.
She is currently working in Australia. She expressed regret she was unable to write long messages,as she had to work till late and get home around 10.00pm  then she had to rush off for a second job. She only get to sleep a couple of hours and then have to get out of bed by 5.30am the next day. Poor girl. I really feel for her. Seems like she have to work long hours and made do with little sleep. She signed off  with a request I sent her regards to the rest of the family members. So thoughtful of her.The last time she wrote was a few months ago, her birthday month to be exact.She wanted me to renew her driving licence, which I did and courier back to her.
Yes, I do missed her,but I guess she wont be coming home anytime soon. In the meantime, I will just be contented with her customary short text.






WHO FORGOT THEIR PLANES?


I have heard of unclaim cargoes, unclaim cars  in the port and elsewhere (for cars) ,but unclaim planes?





KUALA LUMPUR, Dec 7 — Here’s an advertisement you don’t see every day in your local daily: Wanted! The owner of three Boeing 747-200F who left them behind in the Kuala Lumpur International Airport (KLIA) at Sepang.
Malaysia Airports (Sepang) Sdn Bhd, the country’s main airport operator that also manages the KLIA, put out this bizarre notice in the classifieds section the The Star newspaper today, after failing to trace the owner of the three commercial planes despite having their registration numbers.
The owner is being sought under the Civil Aviation Act 1969 and has 14 days from date of publication to claim his planes parked at Malaysia’s foremost airport.
“If you fail to collect the aircraft within 14 days of the date of this notice, we reserve the right to sell or to set off any expenses and debt due to us under the said Regulations,” the notice warned.
Read the story here and here

HOW TO COPE WITH REJECTION.

I am afraid that rejection and failure and disappointment are a regular feature of ordinary life, no matter how successful someone may be. Any set of circumstances in which one reaches out for something: acceptance, approval, the good opinion of friends and family—the good opinion of anyone at all-- there is the risk and, indeed, the certainty of rejection from time to time.
Rejection is so common, we do not usually stop to consider it as such. Only if someone is especially sensitive does a person think in terms of rejection if, for example, a friend chooses not to accompany him/her to the movies, or puts off texting back for a few hours, or chooses to walk to school alone, or forgets to extend an invitation to dinner until the last minute. Only someone especially sensitive takes offense if someone fails to laugh at an anecdote he/she has told. But there are such sensitive people. I spend considerable time in the therapeutic setting trying to convince patients not to be offended when no offense is intended. It is as if these individuals have their antennae out all the time waiting to react to the first sign of rejection. They are sometimes described as “high maintenance” friends because they are so difficult to reassure. But in certain circumstances a possible rejection is usually an active concern for everyone:
1. Applying for a job—or for a promotion.
2. Reaching out for a date. Or confronting the possibility of abandonment once in a relationship.
3. Submitting an artistic work for consideration.
4. Attempting to join a club of some sort or some other social grouping such as a fraternity.
5. Applying to a college or to a somewhat selective vocation, such as the Navy.
6. Running for office.
Pretty much everyone, no matter how self-confident, feels distressed when rejected in any of these settings. But some people seem to be crushed.
I remember a shy man who approached a woman in a bar and said something that happened to be true, but which seemed fake to the woman. He told her she reminded him of a movie star. The woman sneered at him and turned away. There was very little I could say to console him; and it took a year for him to get up enough courage to return again to a singles bar.
Perhaps everyone is alive to the possibility of rejection when approaching someone of the opposite sex. These are chancy encounters, likely to fail more often than they succeed; but they are, nevertheless, important. It is easy to overreact.
There was a student I knew casually at college who was always smiling. He was a bright and friendly guy who seemed to feel comfortable with everyone at Princeton, in a way that I did not, coming from a parochial background in New York City. I remember him tossing a football around and, on another occasion, sitting comfortably in a small class, speaking sensibly about some arcane subject or other. If I had been asked to describe him in one word, I would have said poised. I lost track of him during the years we went to different medical schools, but then we interned together. He was married by that time to an attractive and very bright woman. We socialized briefly, only to lose track of each other once again--and then, years later, once again come to know each other by working together briefly in a professional setting. We were both psychiatrists. He was running a large institution in New York City.
One day, at a meeting of the American Psychiatric Association, I said hello to him and noticed that he had grown a mustache. “What’s with the mustache?” I asked him. “It’s my separation mustache.” He explained to me when I looked at him quizzically that he and his wife had separated. I expressed the usual regrets. Then, after a moment, he grabbed my arm and pulled me into a corner of the room. “Fred,” he said in a whisper. “Do you remember when you were sixteen or seventeen and you were afraid to ask a girl out because she might refuse?” “Sure.” “It doesn’t go away!” he said, grabbing both of my lapels and shaking me. If this guy, who was good-looking, accomplished and poised was nervous about approaching women, then everybody was, I thought. But that turned out to be wrong.
About ten years ago a middle-aged man came to see me about renewing a prescription for benzodiapenes that he had been taking for years. I always discourage patients from taking these drugs every day as many do, not infrequently for years at a time; but except for undermining that person’s self-confidence, they do not represent a danger in small doses. So, I agreed to write the prescription and saw him at monthly intervals. I never quite understood why he got started on these drugs in the first place.
Although singularly unattractive—balding and about 40 pounds overweight and usually unkempt, he was remarkably undisturbed by the circumstances of his life. He seemed to be in a good mood all the time, although he got into trouble with the police every once in a while by pointing out to them various derelictions in their duty. His relationships with women were interesting, and instructive. Without bothering to spruce himself up, without bothering to comb his hair or in other ways concern himself with his appearance, he would approach any woman. He knew where “the best ones” hung out in Las Vegas, and he would go there and offer himself to one or another, and sometimes two at a time. I would not recommend this approach to anyone; but on occasion—more than a few occasions—it worked! “So, if they say no, so what?” he told me. “So the next one will say yes. I try to line them up so I don’t have to wait long for the next one to come along.” If he suffered any concerns about being rejected, it was never apparent to me.
But, perhaps he was one of a kind. The real experts in rejection are, of course, writers. I have belonged to various writers’ groups over the years, and, although they were clever, often witty, people who were capable of having a good time in each other’s company, it was like being part of a group of people endlessly trying to climb up a muddy hill together and watching each other slide back down again to the bottom. Some of these professional writers had papered their rooms with rejection slips. (which are very small, so that a great number of them are required.) Every writer consoles himself/herself with stories of famous writers who have had their acknowledged masterpieces (acknowledged later on—sometimes posthumously) turned down over and over again. There are simply too many such incidents to list here. (I used to keep such a list until I ran out of space.) Consequently, I have learned from writers what is required to cope with being rejected over and over and over again. There is a trick to it.
1. Know ahead of time what the chances are of a particular effort being successful. If the odds are long, that is not a reason for not trying; it is a reason not to be discouraged by failure. For instance, sending in a resume in response to an advertised job has been studied. Approximately two per cent receive a response. That is not an argument for giving up. It means that even if you have been ignored, there need not be anything wrong with your resume. It is a matter of the odds. Sending in a couple of hundred resumes shifts the odds in your favor. Similarly, like my patient who used to visit Las Vegas, if you ask out enough women, you will be successful occasionally. Keeping the odds in mind makes all the rejections along the way more tolerable.
2. Keep more than one iron in the fire at a time. Having a manuscript rejected by one publishing house is less devastating if that book is being considered at the same time somewhere else. Some writers spread themselves in all directions to withstand these upsets. If someone has been jilted, I recommend starting to date right away—even when that is not the inclination of many people who find themselves in that situation. An unsuccessful job interview does not feel so bad if another one is scheduled for tomorrow.
3. Finally, keep in mind that a rejection is not necessarily—probably not even usually—a reflection on who you are, what you have written, or the way you present yourself. People get turned down for every sort of thing for all kinds of reasons that have nothing to do with merit. Some members of the opposite sex will really be taken with you just as others will immediately turn away, for reasons that are not even clear to that other person, let alone to you. Also, don’t give up. My first experience with a literary rejection came when I was a freshman in college and sent in a poem to the Nassau Literary Magazine. It was their practice not only to reject undesirable material, but to mark the rejections. I got, as I remember three Ds and a C. I sent the same poem into the same magazine in my senior year, and it was published. Being published did not make me feel much better, I discovered. 
Those writers who are published eventually often come to the same conclusion.
reproduced from Dr Neuman's blog
(c) redric Neuman 2013. Follow Dr. Neuman's blog at fredricneumanmd.com/blog
original link here

How well can we really know another person




An interesting read.


Have you ever been told: “I just don’t know who you are anymore” by someone you care about?
Doubtless, you’ve heard it on TV, or read it in a book.
Then, spare a thought for the two women who are currently suing their former partners – undercover police officers – for emotional trauma, after learning that the men weren’t exactly who they thought they were. At all.

full story below
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/women/womens-life/11037854/Robin-Williams-Can-we-ever-really-know-another-person.html





CHRISTMAS IS A TIME TO LOVE


How I longed for Christmas to be amongst family members and friends.
With no malice but just accept once another as they are. Love should overlook one another's short coming.

Merry Christmas to all my friends and family.
cheers.

English version




Thai version. wonder who is she?