It takes skill to K.I.S.S.

red kiss neon light signage on dark lit room
K.I.S.S. (Photo by Tim Mossholder on

It takes skill to K.I.S.S.

In Apathy, unfeelingly , I like what a fellow blogger, K.K. commented. “Short and crisp!” Not that it’s like crunchy potato chips, but it reminds one that it takes skill to K.I.S.S. (keep it short and sweet)!

potato chips
Crunchy potato chips (Photo by on

I used to summarize CVs ( 1-4 pages long) to fit them into conferences’ program brochures. They were good exercises for me.

And if one can carry forth a point in 50 words instead of 500 words, I would prefer the shorter one.

I admire how some poets can describe bountifully ( if you can guess who has this name!) in a few words!

Practise K.i.s.s.-ing!


A writer should have the precision of a poet and the imagination of a scientist. – Vladimir Nabokov

Are our kids matured?

boy and girl sitting on bench toy
MAtured (Photo by J U N E on

Are our kids matured? ( A senryu)

Tolerant patience,

the ‘grown-up’ demeanour of

unchildish children

This senryu reflects how some children mature at different ages. Some earlier in life and some later, which some adults, never seem to!

1. “Youth ends when egotism does; maturity begins

when one lives for others.” ― Hermann Hesse, Gertrude

2. “Maturity is when your world opens up and you realize that you are not
the center of it.” - M.J. Croan

Terjemahan Google ke bahasa melayu Adakah anak-anak anda telah matang?

Adakah anak-anak kita sudah matang?

Kesabaran yang bertoleransi,
sikap ‘dewasa’ kanak-kanak
yang tidak bersikap kanak-kanak

Senyru ini menggambarkan bagaimana beberapa kanak-kanak matang pada usia yang berbeza. Dan ada juga dewasa yang tidak matang-matang langsung

谷歌翻译成中文- 你的孩子成熟了吗?



Gratitude is a basketful of vegetables!

Gratitude is a basketful of vegetables!
(a poem)

Here’s my basketful
with blessings and gratitude
for healing my wounds!

carrots and corn on brown woven basket
Gratitude is a basketful of vegetables (Photo by Nataliya Vaitkevich on

A former student, Ms Paat S.L. narrated how she put stoma and wound care into practice when she went back to Sarawak. It was very satisfying to see her patients recovering and healing. Some patients’ relatives came from the far interior (in Borneo Island). They would bring a basketful of vegetables or fruits as a token of appreciation upon discharge!

Stoma and wound-care can be very challenging, yet rewarding, indeed!

I am glad she found the ‘ikigai’ in this new field as the first stomaltherapist in Sarawak!

She went on to train many other nurses in the Borneo Island.

Tourism: of decors and assurance

Tourism: of decors and assurance (poem)

This poem is about tourism, the street decorations that still linger post festivities, and the assuring sight of police presence!


  1. “You don’t have to be rich to travel well.” – Eugene Fodor
  2. “Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.” ― Gustave Flaubert

白色谎言-造口术- a white lie

白色谎言-造口术  – a white lie


永远不要说谎。 无论如何-连白谎言都没有。 –玛格丽特·基恩-











但是它已经被删除了。 他们应该能够重新连接













突然体重减轻; 我的便血




对,是真的… ”




















-Serena Chen S.P. @ TPTan –


Noble silence at a meditation retreat!

Noble silence! The meditation retreat, an oasis in the middle of a forest.

Noble silence at a meditation retreat!

Noble silence! That was the essence of the meditation retreat.

The newbies were rather excited and chatty. However, the seniors seemed to know the rules of the ten-day noble silence sanctuary. The centre is like an oasis in the middle of a forest. They kept our mobiles, notebooks and pens. It was absolutely solitude!

“Where is your room? Let us go to the dining hall together after unpacking.” The twelve-day vegetarian menu was so simple, yet, delicious. I should come back as a helper in the kitchen next time! (Which I did, cooking for hundred-over people!)

At the dining table, we learned that silence means no talking verbally, as well as non-verbally! No eye contact nor gestures are allowed. Everybody was in a mind your own business mode! On the way back to our individual rooms, [low voice], “oh, in case I don’t hear the gong at four am, please knock at my door!” The course manager glanced disapprovingly at us.

Soon, the orchestra of croaky frogs and tadpoles began. It became part of the otherwise tranquil nights. I hid an insect repellant, a few packs of biscuits, and some masking tapes. The latter was to cover any holes on the window nettings, which I read about online.

The classes started at four o’clock in the morning and ended at about ten at night. The assistant teacher of S.N. Goenka gave some instructions and teachings on the Vipassana technique. During meditation, the huge hall was in pin-drop silence.

We had to listen to our breaths as the air entered and left our nostrils as in normal respiration. Fleeting memories of the past and worrying concerns of the future flitted in and out of my mind. Very often, I had to recall myself to the present moments.

This task of breathing in and out was hard work, indeed! The meditation’s goal is to purify the mind completely of emotions like anger, hatred, sadness or fear with the help of natural respiration.
There were, in fact, a lot of reflections going on in our minds the next few days. By the third to fifth day, several ladies were releasing their emotional ‘taps’ silently. A few men on the other side of the hall were seen sniffing too.

One day, after a lunch break, I saw a lady sitting under a huge tree, all alone, crying. So I told the course manager about my concern for her. She took that lady to see the assistant teacher.

In this practice of noble silence, there was no one to listen to, as everybody was not talking. We were actually listening to our own little self-talks; self-reflection during our mindful meditation.


1. “In solitude, I find my answers.” Kristen Butler
2. “Without great solitude, no serious work is possible.” Pablo Picasso

Pressure-ulcers: what is right is not always popular.

Pressure-ulcers: what is right is not always popular.

Pressure-ulcers: what is right is not always popular.

I am not proud to write this post.

When friends called for help;
that their loved ones
were discharged from hospitals
with a pressure ulcer...

" My mum is bedridden.
Please keep her dry and turn regularly.
... to prevent her skin from breaking down."

"This is too demanding, impossible;
... cos we're short-staffed!"

What is right is not always popularly done.

Yet, some hospitals are able to maintain a zero pressure-ulcer rate
among their bedridden clients.

"I have been in a wheelchair since five years ago
and I don't have any pressure ulcer on my butt.
Know what?
The therapist showed me a picture-
an ugly pressure ulcer!!!
I work hard not to develop one!"

"We took turns to look after
our mum in hospital.
Changing her when she is soiled,
turning her regularly
with the help of the staff."

What is popularly done, is not always right.

Some unfortunately,
did develop pressure ulcers
during their stay in a hospital.

Prevention of pressure ulcers
is a multidisciplinary responsibility
(Physicians, physical therapists, nutritionists, nurses),
although nurses play a significant role.

Do you agree that the family members and carers should have a role in pressure ulcer prevention too?

"A pressure ulcer should not be allowed to develop in the first place.
Cos it would take another long journey to healing that 'wound'!"
... to prevent her skin breaking down."

“So, You Have an Ostomy”: The Complexity of Coping —Part 1 — lights camera crohn’s

Part 1 of “So, You Have An Ostomy” focuses on what it’s like to find out you need an ostomy, the complexity of coping, and adjusting to your new normal.

Please click below:-

“So, You Have an Ostomy”: The Complexity of Coping —Part 1 — lights camera crohn’s

Pressure rising, a wake-up call and my three angels

Pressure rising, a wake-up call and my three angels

If there is a post I MUST write in this life-time for many managers out there, this is the one.

My secretary held her phone away from her ear. Manager X was screaming at her. I went to his department to talk to him. He had a history of hypertension on medications. The consequences could have been worse than what happened to a young me as I narrated it to him.


Three timid-looking students came to me.
“Can we practice taking vital signs on you?”
“Yes, of course!”
Just then, another two students stood in front
to report that they were not ready to present a role-play
which was assigned the day before.
I felt my face getting warmer, and
my pressure rising…
“When I come up to class, you shall present!

They ran up to prepare. (The whole night, they couldn’t think of

how to do the skit. Ironically, in 30 minutes they could!)


“Alright, come, girls!”

I rolled up my sleeve for the girls in waiting.

The first girl took my blood pressure twice.

She whispered to her colleagues.

The other two took turns to take my blood pressure.

“It’s 190/120mmHg!”

“Are you sure? My normal readings are around 110/60mmHg!”

I took over the stethoscope, “OK, pump!”

Looking worried now… they were right.

(Both my mother and my maternal grandmother

had hypertension and a stroke!)

It was a wake-up call for me. A turning point!

A few months later, a colleague lecturer commented,

“I notice nowadays you are very calm. I seldom see you getting angry!

You are like a 360-degree change!”

Three decades on, my blood pressure is still within a normal range.

Thanks to those three angels!

Whenever I meet someone losing his or her ‘cool’,

I will tell him that the one (s) he is angry at,

will not come to change his pampers or feed him

if he collapses with a stroke or heart attack!



A lot of people in my family have high blood pressure. Dre told me I better start hitting the gym…so I took his advice.   – Warren G.

Reaction about pressure: The harder one throws a ball, the harder it will bounce back.’. – Chen S.P.

Look! The sun is moving!

Look! The sun is moving!

Sunset- courtesy of Toh H L

I have just watched the sun slowly dipped into the water at the horizon. It gives the illusion of the sun moving, not the Earth.

By photographer and co-writer Toh H.L.

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