A recent survey says, that if you write down 5 things to give thanks for, daily, your health, well-being and spirit will be much more steady than otherwise.
As cynics, skeptics and general prima-donnas who think the world owes everything to us, we tend to complain and grumble. And most easily, we complain when comparing to others. So-and-so drives an M4.... I drive a friggin Civic!! The effin' Seahawks did it to us again... at our home stadium!!
While it's easy to compare and complain.... isn't it so much easier to compare and give thanks??
This afternoon during lunch, I sat down with the family and my kids ate lunch very calmly and orderly. Our dear friend's daughter still has troubles chewing and swallowing consistently... she just holds the food in her mouth for 30 minutes. Thank you Lord, for kids who can eat.
My co-workers just packed up their lives from the East Coast and is moving to Denver due to plant shutdown. Some are going to try the long distance marriage. Some are starting over with young kids. Thank you Lord, for giving us stability and prosperity.
This evening, we had Thanksgiving dinner with the in-laws. One of Joyce's cousing is a divorcee raising two college kids. Thank you Lord, for blessing me with a wonderful marriage.
How easy it is to complain... yet... how easy it can be to give thanks.
Thursday, November 27, 2014
Sunday, November 23, 2014
Winter Clothes
Joyce spent almost 3 hours yesterday packing the summer clothes and unpacking the winter clothes for the kids and herself. My closet didn't even move. The only difference between my summer clothes and winter clothes... a heavier coat.
Saturday, November 22, 2014
Dear Santa
Dear Santa,
I don't believe in you anymore. I once did. I once thought you were true to those who believed in you. I once wrote a long list of things, because I knew you would make it true.
Now I want to ask you for something. For Christmas this year, I want only want thing. I want my wife to be proud of me. I want my wife to approve of me. I want my wife to know that what I do, makes a difference.
I don't want one ultimate compliment. Not when I've achieved something. I want non-stop approvals along the way. I want her to be proud of me for trying, though failing. I want her to be proud of me for making the effort. I want her to be proud of me, because I want to improve myself.
I want her to do this naturally and without hesitation. I want this to be part of her DNA, her daily being, that she can't go to sleep at night without telling me how great a job I've done with raising the kids... or how amazing I am at TRYING to keep a work/life balance.
Santa... I'm sure you want Mrs. Claus to acknowledge your hard work. For all you've done for the millions of kids out in the world. And I'm sure Mrs. Claus is proud... even if she doesn't say it... even if she doesn't say it.
Lastly, Santa, I know you're fake. I know you're not real. Just like the fact that my wife will never verbally be proud of me... it's never going to be real.
Merry Christmas,
Men Around the World
I don't believe in you anymore. I once did. I once thought you were true to those who believed in you. I once wrote a long list of things, because I knew you would make it true.
Now I want to ask you for something. For Christmas this year, I want only want thing. I want my wife to be proud of me. I want my wife to approve of me. I want my wife to know that what I do, makes a difference.
I don't want one ultimate compliment. Not when I've achieved something. I want non-stop approvals along the way. I want her to be proud of me for trying, though failing. I want her to be proud of me for making the effort. I want her to be proud of me, because I want to improve myself.
I want her to do this naturally and without hesitation. I want this to be part of her DNA, her daily being, that she can't go to sleep at night without telling me how great a job I've done with raising the kids... or how amazing I am at TRYING to keep a work/life balance.
Santa... I'm sure you want Mrs. Claus to acknowledge your hard work. For all you've done for the millions of kids out in the world. And I'm sure Mrs. Claus is proud... even if she doesn't say it... even if she doesn't say it.
Lastly, Santa, I know you're fake. I know you're not real. Just like the fact that my wife will never verbally be proud of me... it's never going to be real.
Merry Christmas,
Men Around the World
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
瀚舜哭了
NN's been looking forward to her "Thanksgiving Meal." She won't stop talking about it. It's been the most exciting thing for her... even more than watching TV. When I found out I had to miss
NN's Thanksgiving Potluck lunch... I started weeping.
Earlier this evening... I told her I had a meeting and will miss the lunch. She said, "That's ok Bah-bee. You can go to Siu-Wah's Thanksgiving Lunch when he goes to school."
I no longer wept.. I cried.
NN's Thanksgiving Potluck lunch... I started weeping.
Earlier this evening... I told her I had a meeting and will miss the lunch. She said, "That's ok Bah-bee. You can go to Siu-Wah's Thanksgiving Lunch when he goes to school."
I no longer wept.. I cried.
Saturday, November 08, 2014
"9-1-1, I'd like to report a kidnapping"
We never think it'll happen to us... or to someone we know. This only happens on TV, or to people in the mid-West like Michigan or Kentucky. But when it does hit home (prayerfully, it won't), what would you do??
Had a disturbing dream last night -- I was trying to move our Odyssey and park our Civic into a parking spot. So while trying to park the Civic, I left the kids in the van with the car running. After parking the Civic, I come out of the car and the van is gone. Even in my dream... I'm vividly thinking: "No. This isn't happening. Wake up! This is a dream!" But I couldn't wake up.
I run up and down the streets - screaming, "HELP! SOMEONE CALL 9-1-1. MY KIDS HAVE BEEN KIDNAPPED!"
I struggle to get my phone out to call. It was a Samsung, not an iPhone. I try dialing 9-1-1, but I kept fumbling. 6-1-1. 9-2-2. After 3 tries.... I finally went to Emergency Phone call mode.
Got on the line... had a voice on the other side and I told him, "I'd like to report a kidnapping."
The voice says, "There's been about 10 calls on board already."
I thought, "Cool... other people did call in when I was screaming my head off."
Then I said, "My kids have been kidnapped. They're in a greg Honda Odyssey."
The voice says, "There's a lot of those."
I said, "License plate starts with a 6. That's all I remember."
Not sure what happened after that...... psychologists say we forget about 90% of our dreams every night.
What is the dream trying to tell me?? Is there some meaning behind it? Do I take it at face value?
Had a disturbing dream last night -- I was trying to move our Odyssey and park our Civic into a parking spot. So while trying to park the Civic, I left the kids in the van with the car running. After parking the Civic, I come out of the car and the van is gone. Even in my dream... I'm vividly thinking: "No. This isn't happening. Wake up! This is a dream!" But I couldn't wake up.
I run up and down the streets - screaming, "HELP! SOMEONE CALL 9-1-1. MY KIDS HAVE BEEN KIDNAPPED!"
I struggle to get my phone out to call. It was a Samsung, not an iPhone. I try dialing 9-1-1, but I kept fumbling. 6-1-1. 9-2-2. After 3 tries.... I finally went to Emergency Phone call mode.
Got on the line... had a voice on the other side and I told him, "I'd like to report a kidnapping."
The voice says, "There's been about 10 calls on board already."
I thought, "Cool... other people did call in when I was screaming my head off."
Then I said, "My kids have been kidnapped. They're in a greg Honda Odyssey."
The voice says, "There's a lot of those."
I said, "License plate starts with a 6. That's all I remember."
Not sure what happened after that...... psychologists say we forget about 90% of our dreams every night.
What is the dream trying to tell me?? Is there some meaning behind it? Do I take it at face value?
Thursday, November 06, 2014
婆婆
Every 10-12 months... I have a vivid dream of grandma (mom's mom). And each time, the dream is about the same. These are not outrageous dreams and is deceivingly real.
I'm in Hong Kong -- a land that's as foreign to me as Zimbabwe. I struggle to find her, and each time, I'm trying to have a meal with her.
One year, I remember riding an elevator up a very small building... and finding her lying in bed.
Couple nights ago, I called her on the phone, asking her if she wants dim sum the next day.
I didn't really know Grandma. She didn't raise me. In my entire life, I spent maybe 1 calendar year with her. Both times when she lived with us in San Francisco for 6 months each. But the thought of her, the stories from mom, the stories from big bro.... created an aura of her.
One of my last memory of her was when we went back for her 100 birthday. To celebrate that big day... mom, dad, uncle, Joyce and I took her out to dinner. And we ordered fish, because she likes fish. At 100 years old... she ate amazingly well. Still using her chopsticks to pick out the bones from the fish. I think the very last time I saw her was making a final visit to her at the old people's home.
She walked me and Joyce out... waved us to go. And we never turned back.
"婆婆， 孫仔好掛住妳。"
I'm in Hong Kong -- a land that's as foreign to me as Zimbabwe. I struggle to find her, and each time, I'm trying to have a meal with her.
One year, I remember riding an elevator up a very small building... and finding her lying in bed.
Couple nights ago, I called her on the phone, asking her if she wants dim sum the next day.
I didn't really know Grandma. She didn't raise me. In my entire life, I spent maybe 1 calendar year with her. Both times when she lived with us in San Francisco for 6 months each. But the thought of her, the stories from mom, the stories from big bro.... created an aura of her.
One of my last memory of her was when we went back for her 100 birthday. To celebrate that big day... mom, dad, uncle, Joyce and I took her out to dinner. And we ordered fish, because she likes fish. At 100 years old... she ate amazingly well. Still using her chopsticks to pick out the bones from the fish. I think the very last time I saw her was making a final visit to her at the old people's home.
She walked me and Joyce out... waved us to go. And we never turned back.
"婆婆， 孫仔好掛住妳。"
Saturday, November 01, 2014
WE ARE THE GIANTS! WE ARE SAN FRANCISCO! AND WE ARE THE WORLD CHAMPIONS!!!
Can you believe it...? 3 championships in 5 years. And on the night that we win the final game of a best of 7 series, I did not have the guts to watch the game.
I come home...and I tell Joyce, "Let's turn it off. We'll turn it back on at 8:30. I don't want to ruin our family tonight."
She dutifully turns off the TV and radio.
I cook dinner... I cheat and check my phone.
I set the table... I cheat and check my phone.
We're about to start dinner... I excuse myself to the bathroom and sit down, checking my phone. We go up 3-2!!!!! I come back out.
I sit down for dinner and say, "I can't do this..."
Joyce admonishes me and says, "Stop cheating. We'll check at 8:30." It was around 7 at that time.
The next 1.5 hour will be one of the longest hour and a half of my life. Every 2 minutes... I would want to touch my phone. NO!! Two more minutes pass by, I'll look at my phone. In my head, I can picture what's happening. (The Royals are coming back!) In my head, I start playing games with myself. (The Giants are busting this open!)
Slowly but surely... it creeps to 8PM. We start getting the kids for bed. Floss. Brush. Storytime. I'm still looking and thinking about my phone. Jonesing. Desparate. Dying. To only turn it on... select that ESPN App... and see the score. It can't hurt. I'll know the score... and go back to putting down the kids. NO!! I promised.
"Can I check?"
"Just wait... it's almost 8:30. Might as well wait till 9."
I'm sitting there... reading them their stories. Joyce is outside doing who knows what. Where is she?!? Is she checking the score?? Will she find out.... but not tell me??? Maybe she'll tell me if we're winning!! Maybe she won't tell me if we're losing.... She walks in, POKER FACE. DARN HER!!!!
It's 8:20PM. Time for bed Nui-nui. I turn the lights off and lie down next to her. It's 8:25. 5 more minutes. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Wait...what do I hear?? In a distance... Fireworks?? No... must be a motorcycle driving by.
8:26. BOOM BOOM....fireworks again?? Could it be? Is the game over?? Are we celebrating?
8:27. Fireworks stopped. Why is time so slow?
I check my iPhone's clock. It's 8:29!! The clock in the room is slow!!
8:30!! 8:30!! 8:30!! Finally turn on phone. Fumbling stumbling bumbling....
Where's that app?? Why isn't it refreshing?!? Why's it still showing the old score from 7PM??
REFRESH DARN YOU!!!!
And there it is.....the headline.... "Giants hold off Royals to capture World Series."
I come home...and I tell Joyce, "Let's turn it off. We'll turn it back on at 8:30. I don't want to ruin our family tonight."
She dutifully turns off the TV and radio.
I cook dinner... I cheat and check my phone.
I set the table... I cheat and check my phone.
We're about to start dinner... I excuse myself to the bathroom and sit down, checking my phone. We go up 3-2!!!!! I come back out.
I sit down for dinner and say, "I can't do this..."
Joyce admonishes me and says, "Stop cheating. We'll check at 8:30." It was around 7 at that time.
The next 1.5 hour will be one of the longest hour and a half of my life. Every 2 minutes... I would want to touch my phone. NO!! Two more minutes pass by, I'll look at my phone. In my head, I can picture what's happening. (The Royals are coming back!) In my head, I start playing games with myself. (The Giants are busting this open!)
Slowly but surely... it creeps to 8PM. We start getting the kids for bed. Floss. Brush. Storytime. I'm still looking and thinking about my phone. Jonesing. Desparate. Dying. To only turn it on... select that ESPN App... and see the score. It can't hurt. I'll know the score... and go back to putting down the kids. NO!! I promised.
"Can I check?"
"Just wait... it's almost 8:30. Might as well wait till 9."
I'm sitting there... reading them their stories. Joyce is outside doing who knows what. Where is she?!? Is she checking the score?? Will she find out.... but not tell me??? Maybe she'll tell me if we're winning!! Maybe she won't tell me if we're losing.... She walks in, POKER FACE. DARN HER!!!!
It's 8:20PM. Time for bed Nui-nui. I turn the lights off and lie down next to her. It's 8:25. 5 more minutes. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Wait...what do I hear?? In a distance... Fireworks?? No... must be a motorcycle driving by.
8:26. BOOM BOOM....fireworks again?? Could it be? Is the game over?? Are we celebrating?
8:27. Fireworks stopped. Why is time so slow?
I check my iPhone's clock. It's 8:29!! The clock in the room is slow!!
8:30!! 8:30!! 8:30!! Finally turn on phone. Fumbling stumbling bumbling....
Where's that app?? Why isn't it refreshing?!? Why's it still showing the old score from 7PM??
REFRESH DARN YOU!!!!
And there it is.....the headline.... "Giants hold off Royals to capture World Series."
Friday, October 17, 2014
THE GIANTS HAVE WON THE PENNANT!!!
25 years ago today... was the '89 Earthquake that shocked the world and stalled a World Series.
25 years later... I sit here reveling at yet another Giants Pennant at the cost of those bloody Cardinals.
Unlike the last 2 times in 2010 and 2012, the game wasn't on TV. I guess Network TV's don't draw the ratings to sacrifice their primetime slot for baseball. Amazingly... I come home and Joyce already has the radio going. (Married the right woman indeed).
Was trying to play it down... but I couldn't. During the dinner, when Bumgardner gave up the lead with the go-ahead Homerun... I took it out on NN and yelled at SW for extra measures. Ha!! What a horrible dad. It ended up being a very quiet dinner. And I ended up apologizing.
It wasn't until Nn went to bed that we tied it. I didn't even hear the call on the radio. One minute I was putting Nn down... next minute, I check my phone and the score is 3-3. I run out to the kitchen and see Joyce holding SW and tickling him. He was hysterical... She had a huge smile... the noise from the radio was euphoric. I missed it.
It's funny how you remember exactly where you were when events like this happens.
1989 Earthquake - 5:04PM. I was at Chinese school.
2002 Game 5 - I was in the stands with Jeff, Chris and Joyce. Saw the thing live.
2010 Game 6 - on the phone with Chris (in Hong Kong), streaming the TV via Yahoo Messenger to China, with a 1.5 year old baby girl.
2012 Game 7 - at home. By myself. The kids were asleep.
2014 Game 5. In bed. Lights were off. Radio was blasting. Joyce and I trying to put SW down, but in reality, we were both listening. Jon Miller's legendary voice cracks through our clock radio saying, "AND THE GIANTS HAVE WON THE PENNANT!!" I high-5 my lovely wife in the dark. Turn the radio back to Streams of Praise music.. and walk out of the room.
Moments like this lives on forever. I told my friend, Game 5 in 2002 is one the best moments of my life. He was at the game last night. I'm sure Game 5 of 2014 will be one of the best moments of his.
So many story lines. So many angles. So many tales left untold.
My hope... is there'll be an entry in roughly a week that'll detail out where I am when the Giants win the World Series. Until then.....
25 years later... I sit here reveling at yet another Giants Pennant at the cost of those bloody Cardinals.
Unlike the last 2 times in 2010 and 2012, the game wasn't on TV. I guess Network TV's don't draw the ratings to sacrifice their primetime slot for baseball. Amazingly... I come home and Joyce already has the radio going. (Married the right woman indeed).
Was trying to play it down... but I couldn't. During the dinner, when Bumgardner gave up the lead with the go-ahead Homerun... I took it out on NN and yelled at SW for extra measures. Ha!! What a horrible dad. It ended up being a very quiet dinner. And I ended up apologizing.
It wasn't until Nn went to bed that we tied it. I didn't even hear the call on the radio. One minute I was putting Nn down... next minute, I check my phone and the score is 3-3. I run out to the kitchen and see Joyce holding SW and tickling him. He was hysterical... She had a huge smile... the noise from the radio was euphoric. I missed it.
It's funny how you remember exactly where you were when events like this happens.
1989 Earthquake - 5:04PM. I was at Chinese school.
2002 Game 5 - I was in the stands with Jeff, Chris and Joyce. Saw the thing live.
2010 Game 6 - on the phone with Chris (in Hong Kong), streaming the TV via Yahoo Messenger to China, with a 1.5 year old baby girl.
2012 Game 7 - at home. By myself. The kids were asleep.
2014 Game 5. In bed. Lights were off. Radio was blasting. Joyce and I trying to put SW down, but in reality, we were both listening. Jon Miller's legendary voice cracks through our clock radio saying, "AND THE GIANTS HAVE WON THE PENNANT!!" I high-5 my lovely wife in the dark. Turn the radio back to Streams of Praise music.. and walk out of the room.
Moments like this lives on forever. I told my friend, Game 5 in 2002 is one the best moments of my life. He was at the game last night. I'm sure Game 5 of 2014 will be one of the best moments of his.
So many story lines. So many angles. So many tales left untold.
My hope... is there'll be an entry in roughly a week that'll detail out where I am when the Giants win the World Series. Until then.....
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Exhausted
Two days in a row... I drove out to SF.
Day 1 - was to buy and give mom a new laptop. I've been wanting to do this for a while, but I've been lazy. Finally bit the bullet and bought a low-end, bottom-of-the-line laptop so she can stop using those leftovers from the early 2000's. Boy was that a mistake. Not only did Fry's give me the guaranteed run-around, I definitely needed a long night, by myself, to configure the laptop for her. Doing it real time, at her place, with her hovering... was not the way to go. That... and I was famished and parched.
Day 2- picked dad up from the airport and ended up spending the entire morning with him. Got to his place... was going to drop off the luggage and leave. Only... he asked me 1 simple computer question that floored me for another 2 hours. Oh and btw... I missed lunch again. Famished and parched.
Two different incidences. Two separate issues. Same common problem - Windows 8.1. UGH!!!!!
I finally make it back to the comforts of my home. I eat a leftover waffle from this morning. And I inhale a banana. That was my breakfast and lunch combined.
And to top it off... neither one of their problems were fixed. Will have to go out again and relive this do-loop.
Not complaining... merely stating facts.
Day 1 - was to buy and give mom a new laptop. I've been wanting to do this for a while, but I've been lazy. Finally bit the bullet and bought a low-end, bottom-of-the-line laptop so she can stop using those leftovers from the early 2000's. Boy was that a mistake. Not only did Fry's give me the guaranteed run-around, I definitely needed a long night, by myself, to configure the laptop for her. Doing it real time, at her place, with her hovering... was not the way to go. That... and I was famished and parched.
Day 2- picked dad up from the airport and ended up spending the entire morning with him. Got to his place... was going to drop off the luggage and leave. Only... he asked me 1 simple computer question that floored me for another 2 hours. Oh and btw... I missed lunch again. Famished and parched.
Two different incidences. Two separate issues. Same common problem - Windows 8.1. UGH!!!!!
I finally make it back to the comforts of my home. I eat a leftover waffle from this morning. And I inhale a banana. That was my breakfast and lunch combined.
And to top it off... neither one of their problems were fixed. Will have to go out again and relive this do-loop.
Not complaining... merely stating facts.
Sunday, October 05, 2014
Moving the needle - Boiling the Ocean
When it comes to change... people warn you of "Boiling the Ocean" or trying to make too much change that it's unrealistic.
Some people say, "Move the needle" like a clock... where small incremental changes will eventually equate to huge after effects.
Well... recently, I've finally bitten the bullet and decided to make some changes to my life. I've decided to start using the mouse with my left hand. Imagine... >20 years of doing something with the same hand.. .and now, I have to re-wire my brain.
All those games of Minesweeper... Starcraft... Microsoft Office. Not to mention the patterns I've developed in my head to work the mouse with my right while typing with my left. For example... highlighting a bunch of stuff and using my left hand to type Ctrl-C to copy. Then Ctrl-V to paste.
Life... as I know it... will never be the same. How much slower am I? How much less productive will I become? Can I still beat Mark and Chris using Zergs??
The toughest part in all of this... the stinken touchpad on laptops.
Some people say, "Move the needle" like a clock... where small incremental changes will eventually equate to huge after effects.
Well... recently, I've finally bitten the bullet and decided to make some changes to my life. I've decided to start using the mouse with my left hand. Imagine... >20 years of doing something with the same hand.. .and now, I have to re-wire my brain.
All those games of Minesweeper... Starcraft... Microsoft Office. Not to mention the patterns I've developed in my head to work the mouse with my right while typing with my left. For example... highlighting a bunch of stuff and using my left hand to type Ctrl-C to copy. Then Ctrl-V to paste.
Life... as I know it... will never be the same. How much slower am I? How much less productive will I become? Can I still beat Mark and Chris using Zergs??
The toughest part in all of this... the stinken touchpad on laptops.
Saturday, October 04, 2014
Children's Alpha - Point, Set, Match
After four Sundays and finally... Holy Spirit Saturday... Alpha 2014 can be stashed away into the digital archives of my SJCAC folder. Another one bites the dust.
In the end... it turned out a lot better than I'd imagined. I was basing the "curriculum" off of a previous year's curriculum. "Knowing God." "God's Promises" "Knowing Jesus" "Knowing Yourself." I prepped by researching Children Ministry curriculum and games and crafts. Spent hours researching and thinking of how to link a theme with Adult Alpha and to make a difference.
Then came Roy. He flew in there... without any agenda... very last minute and said, "Let's just have fun." Our 2nd week... we had an Ark building contest. 3rd week... we made lanterns, lanterns that can fly, float and roll on the ground. 4th week... hand puppet contest. The kids loved it. The helpers had a great time. And we tied in some bible teachings here and there.
Holy Spirit Saturday... goodness gracious. 6 hours with the kids. What am I to do?? What do teachers do all day with them?? Just like in football... if you have the lead... milk the time and keep control of the ball.
From 9AM - 3PM... it was all about time management and smart usage of Snack Time. Ohhhh....
And thankfully... KL and CY/JLY came to help out. We baked bread (circled back to Manna) and made ice cream (for no apparent reason). I spent 30 minutes outside... making them do jumping jacks and sorts. A little bit of this... a little bit of that... BAM...we were done.
A text exchange with Roy, earlier this morning.
Roy: Everything under control?
Henry: Making bread
Roy: Good
A few hours later..
Henry: Ohhhh finally done
Henry: 玩完. 收工. 下午茶
Roy: Finally, yes.
In a way... I feel like volunteering for Children's Alpha next year. It's a tough job... especially for a fellowship hampered with a lot of newborns. But in a way... it is our duty, I think, to serve our children. Whether I like doing it or not.... until next year. Joyce says... let's volunteer to cook next year. She might regret saying that.
In the end... it turned out a lot better than I'd imagined. I was basing the "curriculum" off of a previous year's curriculum. "Knowing God." "God's Promises" "Knowing Jesus" "Knowing Yourself." I prepped by researching Children Ministry curriculum and games and crafts. Spent hours researching and thinking of how to link a theme with Adult Alpha and to make a difference.
Then came Roy. He flew in there... without any agenda... very last minute and said, "Let's just have fun." Our 2nd week... we had an Ark building contest. 3rd week... we made lanterns, lanterns that can fly, float and roll on the ground. 4th week... hand puppet contest. The kids loved it. The helpers had a great time. And we tied in some bible teachings here and there.
Holy Spirit Saturday... goodness gracious. 6 hours with the kids. What am I to do?? What do teachers do all day with them?? Just like in football... if you have the lead... milk the time and keep control of the ball.
From 9AM - 3PM... it was all about time management and smart usage of Snack Time. Ohhhh....
And thankfully... KL and CY/JLY came to help out. We baked bread (circled back to Manna) and made ice cream (for no apparent reason). I spent 30 minutes outside... making them do jumping jacks and sorts. A little bit of this... a little bit of that... BAM...we were done.
A text exchange with Roy, earlier this morning.
Roy: Everything under control?
Henry: Making bread
Roy: Good
A few hours later..
Henry: Ohhhh finally done
Henry: 玩完. 收工. 下午茶
Roy: Finally, yes.
In a way... I feel like volunteering for Children's Alpha next year. It's a tough job... especially for a fellowship hampered with a lot of newborns. But in a way... it is our duty, I think, to serve our children. Whether I like doing it or not.... until next year. Joyce says... let's volunteer to cook next year. She might regret saying that.
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