zerman wong

decisions May 1, 2012

You are driving down the road in your car on a wild, stormy night, when you pass by a bus stop and you see three people waiting for the bus:

1. An old lady who looks as if she is about to die.

2. An old friend who once saved your life.

3. The perfect partner you have been dreaming about.

Which one would you choose to offer a ride to, knowing that there could only be one passenger in your car? Think before you continue reading.

This is a moral/ethical dilemma that was once actually used as part of a job application. You could pick up the old lady, because she is going to die, and thus you should save her first. Or you could take the old friend because he once saved your life, and this would be the perfect chance to pay him back. However, you may never be able to find your perfect mate again.

YOU WON’T BELIEVE THIS……………….

The candidate who was hired (out of 200 applicants) had no trouble coming up with his answer. He simply answered: ‘I would give the car keys to my old friend and let him take the lady to the hospital. I would stay behind and wait for the bus with the partner of my dreams.’

Sometimes, we gain more if we are able to give up our stubborn thought limitations.

Never forget to ‘Think Outside of the Box.’

My pet feline September 17, 2011

This is justin. my pet feline i found wondering when i went swimming this morning. papa said can take her home for a while to feed her since she looks hungry. i gave her ikan bilis and water to drink. she finish everything. i play with her for a while before i go take bath. then we take her back to the pool and we went for our lunch.

when we came back later in the afternoon, justine was waiting for us at our door. so we brought her in again and feed her again. i play with her again until night and let her out once more. she was waiting outside and slept at our doorstep.

by next morning, i got up and she was no longer there. i think she went back to her own house.

My pet bird June 21, 2011

this was my pet bird. i found him at our house door and kept him for one week. he was injured. he can’t fly away, so we keep him in a box but he always come out and sit near my book shelves. everyday for 1 week, i feed him rice and bread. papa bought bird seed from the pet shop near my english class and gave me to feed him. i call him justin. he got better, yesterday, i took him out and let him fly off. i have been keeping him in my room since i found him. papa said birds cannot be kept because they need to fly and be free. bye, bye justin.

Trust March 8, 2010

tonite, papa ask me about my exam this week. i said don’t know what test will be on tomorrow. teacher didnt tell me. papa ask me to show him my text book notice. papa scolded me because the exam notice was stick onto text book. Papa was very upset and tell me to do some readings for tomorrow exam. next time must show him paper notice, now he said I lost his trust because I lied to him again. I’m sorry papa.

zerman,

there are times you will learn that trust of someone is not something you can buy or keep forever as you wish. once broken, you will take a lifetime to earn them back. sometimes, they may never return to you. be honest in everything you do and work hard in your studies. before any sweetness you can enjoy, you have to taste the bitter to appreciate your rewards.

for one, you are creative, put your creativity to better use.

papa

A lesson about lies September 6, 2009

A Father’s Conscience

From papa: There’s something about this article that was sent to me. Which I just happened to post something about telling lies the day before. My son, this will be for your reading and understanding when you’re old enough.

Ghandhism – A Must read for parents

Dr. Arun Gandhi, grandson of Mahatma Gandhi and founder of the M.K.Gandhi Institute for Nonviolence, in his June 9 lecture at the University of Puerto Rico, shared the following story:

I was 16 years old and living with my parents at the institute my grandfather had founded 18 miles outside of Durban , South Africa , in the middle of the sugarplantations. We were deep in the country and had no neighbors, so my two sisters and I would always look forward to going to town to visit friends or go to the movies.

One day, my father asked me to drive him to town for an all-day conference, and I jumped at the chance. Since I was going to town, my mother gave me a list of groceries she needed and, since I had all day in town, my father asked me to take care of several pending chores, such as getting the car serviced. When I dropped my father off that morning, he said, “I will meet you here at 5:00 p.m., and we will go home together.” After hurriedly completing my chores, I went straight to the nearest movie theatre. I got so engrossed in a John Wayne double-feature that I forgot the time. It was 5:30 before I remembered. By the time I ran to the garage and got the car and hurried to where my father was waiting for me, it was almost 6:00.

He anxiously asked me, “Why were you late?” I was so ashamed of telling him I was watching a John Wayne western movie that I said, “The car wasn’t ready, so I had to wait,” not realizing that he had already called the garage.

When he caught me in the lie, he said: “There’s something wrong in the way I brought you up that didn’t give you the confidence to tell me the truth. In order to figure out where I went wrong with you, I’m going to walk home 18 miles and think about it.” So, dressed in his suit and dress shoes, he began to walk home in the dark on mostly unpaved, unlit roads.

I couldn’t leave him, so for five-and-a-half hours I drove behind him, watching my father go through this agony for a stupid lie that I uttered. I decided then and there that I was never going to lie again. I often think about that episode and wonder, if he had punished me the way we punish our children, whether I would have learned a lesson at all. I don’t think so. I would have suffered the punishment and gone on doing the same thing. But this single non-violent action was so powerful that it is still as if it happened yesterday.

That is the power of non-violence.

i tell lies September 3, 2009

yesterday told papa that owen lee buy cards and give to me because i buy titbits for owen lee before. tell papa i say thank you to owen lee. papa said owen lee so kind to me i must say thank you.

papa came to pick me up today at i-kids. he came in and asked for owen lee so he can say thank you for the cards owen lee give me. i told papa he didnt give me, i buy them myself. papa was very sad i lied to him.

he said now feel so sad. how to trust me again. i use school money papa give me to buy cards instead of for food and drinks. i promised papa many things. practise taekwando everyday, do all my homework, read more books and less tv games. but didnt keep my promises.

papa said no more playing with desmond anymore. ask me to study hard, so i can be good. be good than get good work. good work with lots of lots money also can buy BMW.  said to me read more so i will know more things and be clever. people like clever people.

morning, mummy cane me because i didnt pack my school bags properly. my wushu shirt also didnt bring back from school yesterday. so must remember to bring back all my things from school. today i bring them back, teacher put on the table for me to take back.

i promised papa no more tell lies.