Change Your Water Change Your Life.

Wow, how time flies, its been two weeks since I bought the Enagic medical device that produces the famed Kangen Water. I have stopped drinking coffee and tea now, something which I never expected would end so abruptly. Since that fateful day, on the 11th of August, I have been drinking Kangen Water by the litres everyday and I even surprised myself immensely and never thought the day would come when I start drinking water which have been a "taboo' drink to me all my life. I am now addicted to this magic and miraculous Kangen Water and I simply cannot imagine leaving home without it.
                           
                                      CHANGE YOUR WATER CHANGE YOUR LIFE

Nowadays, my constant companions or should I say, my ready passengers are the dozen or so containers of 1,2,3,5 and 10 litres filled with Kangen Water which I ferry around daily everywhere happily distributing free of charge this wonderful drink with my friends or sharing them with anyone who needs it. People with medical issues, big and small, serious life threatening sicknesses, aches and pains, you name it, all of us can truly enjoy a change in our body and live happily and healthily, thanks to the Power of Kangen Water.

Together with Irene, this energetic, lovely and beautiful Beauty Trainer, Entertainer Singer/Artist, the both of us have been distributing Kangen Water and giving 'Live Demos' here and there, in roadside coffee shops, kopitiams, in friends' houses, condominiums and even in Tekka Market. Its really very exciting and enjoyable, and we love every bit of time spent introducing this magnificent life changing drink.

I would like to take this opportunity to wish all my Muslim readers a

                 "SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI !!!"

The Power Of Kangen Water !

I'm so sorry Folks for having laid off putting up any post since Monday last week. I will share with you what went on during this absence.You see, I happened to meet an old friend of mine, Irene, last Wednesday evening in this coffee shop at Block 125 along Lorong 2, Toa Payoh and we started chatting. She had a 3 litre bottle of water which she kept pouring for me to drink when I happened to mention something like not being able to hold up a cup of coffee with my right hand as it causes an excruciating pain on my right upper arm. She said to drink this water, is it not smooth and nice and I said I hate drinking water as it always taste like medicine to me. I drink only coffee and tea my whole life. As we continued talking, she kept refilling my glass with water she had with her and before I realised it, I had drunk nearly 2 litres of water and was still feeling quite comfortable. During this time, Irene told me about this miraculous water she called 'Kangen Water'. Being a bit of an unbeliever, yet I still casually listened. We parted about an hour later.

I was home as usual around 2.30am Thursday morning and was trying to recall if there was anything interesting to blog and put up a post and was lifting my cup of coffee so often as I sat in front of my computer, I was pleasantly surprised to discover that I felt no pain whatsoever from my right arm every time I held my coffee cup. It was simply amazing, I had to find out more about this Kangen water.

I sought Irene the next day and she was just superb, she was absolutely keen to bring me to discover what Kangen water can do. It has got mysterious and wonderful sort of healing powers. And you know, by Saturday morning, I purchased this medical equipment that can make good water from tap water and at the same time spent an hour listening to and watching the most interesting and awesome demonstration of the power of Kangen Water. "Change your water  Change your Life".

As I was not driving my taxi, Irene and I took and shared a SMRT cab to go home. Along the way, this SMRT taxi driver, Mr. Ng (60 years old) and I got into a casual chit chat. He told me his left shoulder is causing him a lot of pain for a very long time. On hearing this, I immediately offered and persuaded him to drink this wonderful water. I asked him for his water bottle, threw its water away and filled it up with Kangen water from Irene's 3 litre bottle and briefly explained to him that this water maybe able to help ease his shoulder pains, to drink it and also share with his family members. More pleasant chit chats after Irene drop off at Toa Payoh and I continued home.

Sunday afternoon, at about 4.00pm, I received a surprise phone call from this SMRT taxi driver Mr. Ng and he asked to buy water from me. I told him I don't sell this water but I will give him this water for free and he can come to my house to collect. He insisted on paying me for the water, but I told him its free and since he lived in Seng Kang, I said there is also no problem to collect this water from Irene at Toa Payoh much nearer. I gave him Irene's phone number and at 6.30pm he was collecting this Kangen water from Irene's house and that's when we learnt that he was relieved from his shoulder pains and not only that, his daughter was also free from her menstrual pains.

Monday, Tuesday and today, Irene and I gave out free water to my friends who had medical issues and also gave our mini demonstrations at coffee shops and today at Tekka market. It has been most satisfying and exciting, giving and sharing this water with friends these past few days. Honestly, since last Thursday, I have been using my taxi for this purpose, enjoying myself together with Irene and I have not fetched a single paying passenger since.

My Friends, it's my great pleasure to invite you to visit : Kangen Water

Jalan Kayu Roti Prata.

Sometime last week, an elderly Indian man hailed my cab near Newton Food Centre and before he boarded he asked me if I knew where the original famous Jalan Kayu's roti prata shop was and I said "Yes of course". "Please fetch me there" and we were on our way. Along the trip, I asked him where he was from and he told me he was from Ipoh, Malaysia. He told me he heard much about the famous Jalan Kayu roti prata for many years and since he had not been here for ages he decided to eat at this place. He told me that they call it "roti chanai" in Malaysia and his friends said to come to Singapore and try the prata which they claimed is slightly different but is good and taste much better. He was very excited and kept telling me how Singapore has changed and looked so different now. I asked him if he was travelling alone by himself and he said "Yes, it's a long story and I don't want to talk about it". He spoke very good English and most of the time I kept answering his questions which were continuous and mostly about everyday life. I truly enjoyed our conversation till we arrived at the prata shop. He was very thankful and I wished him well.

The Mata Puteh Family (Pt.2).

Last night when I returned home, I spied on the chicks, they were huddled together and I noticed their greenish coloured feathers grown beautifully. I knew they were ready to leave home in a couple of days.

I woke up today around noon, together with my iPhone camera ready, and this is what I managed to capture. The chicks were waiting for Mummy to feed them. I hid myself and patiently waited for action although I was still half asleep.

I was rewarded for my surveillance. True enough the mother came home and fed her chicks for a short while and a little later she flew off.

I took these last photos of the contented and happy chicks and I know also that they would be flying off together anytime now, to an adventurous and exciting new world. It has been an interesting and learning experience for me and for sure there will be other new exclusive bird families seeking this Bamboo Hotel Tree of mine in the near future.

The Mata Puteh Family.

Yesterday evening, as I was leaving for work, I checked again to see the bird's nest built near the top of my bamboo plant placed outside my gate. I have been regularly keeping an eye on it. I have always been happy to see a bird's nest, this is not unusual for me as this is the 5th time a mother bird has built a nest and grew her chicks on this same bamboo plant of mine, usually from two tiny white eggs till the baby chicks grew to baby birds and then the whole family would fly off to greener pastures. I decided then to photograph them for the first time when I return home tonight. These photographs were taken from my iPhone as soon as I reached home around midnight.

It Was Different Then.

How time flies, a wink of an eye and more than ten years just flew by. This picture of me was taken two and a half years after I first started driving a taxi in July of year 2000. From this photo, taken twelve years ago, on top of Mount Faber, you will notice the taxi logo, TIBS TAXI, yes, I started with this taxi company for many years till I switched to Premier Taxis, I was then driving a Nissan Cedric. When I first drove for TIBS and continued with them even after SMRT took over, I was supplied with two or maybe three white long sleeve shirts and two grey long pants each year, me and my colleagues need to dress alike, it is compulsory. We look very smart in them though, and each time we take our meal breaks or coffee breaks in coffee shops or food centres, we could be anywhere and nobody would guess that we were in fact mere taxi drivers. We were also instructed to greet and acknowledge each other anytime, anywhere whenever we met and also wave as we drive pass each other. There was then a sense of belonging I thought. We were then behaving and even thinking or looked more like office executives. At present, I can wear any type of shirts or pants as I wish and of course its much easier and more convenient as Premier does not insist on any particular mode of dressing.

The Unforeseen and A Pleasant Interview.

Had a rude shock this morning when my Relief driver called to tell me that our taxi was rammed from behind by a delivery truck when he stopped at a traffic junction along Upper Cross Street this morning around 11.00am. My Relief suffered a slight cut on his right arm and the vehicle was badly damaged. After making necessary reports at the office, he managed to get a replacement vehicle till repairs are done. Another unpredictable incident but luckily no bad injuries sustained. This sort of accidents are unforeseen and quite common especially so for taxis when we are on the roads nearly 24 hours a day.

Last Tuesday evening from 6.00pm, I was being interviewed in my cab by two young and lovely Australian ladies for about an hour whilst I drove and they eventually alighted at Junction Eight in Bishan after having travelled from the Orchard Road area. When I picked them up from their residence, I initially thought they were sisters but to my surprise, they were a mother and daughter pair. You see, the daughter, I shall call her Miss E had earlier wrote to me to ask if she could interview me and help her with some information in respect of the taxi profession in Singapore and also about my lifestyle after having stumbled upon my Blogspot. I felt very honored and made the appointment to meet up and also have the interview in my cab as we travel along and at the end of it all, they insisted on paying me the metered fare which I finally accepted at $20.00. Miss E needed my assistance to help her in her project and I hope I was able to provide her with the necessary information she needed. Both mother and daughter were also my first passengers and they were honestly, very polite and very pleasant. It was really my pleasure travelling with the lovely ladies, and I thoroughly enjoyed being interviewed by Miss E.

Whimsical Student.

Last Saturday evening I fetched an interesting young female secondary four student from a local school from Jurong Point taxi stand and she wanted to go to West Mall. During the journey, she asked me a host of questions in respect of the taxi driving profession. She said she wants to be a taxi driver when she finishes school after the end of this year as she finds it very interesting and most important of all she can have a vehicle to use without having to foot out a huge sum of money to buy one, only need a thousand dollars or so as capital money. I was shocked to hear of her intentions, her ignorance, I mean coming from a sec. 4 student. I told her that she will have to be at least 18 years old in the first place to apply for a driving licence and secondly she can only be eligible to apply for a taxi vocational licence if she is 30 years old, the minimun qualifying age, to which she exclaimed "Wah liao! like that ah, have to wait so long and must be 30 years old than can become a taxi driver meh?". I replied "Yes what, you think so easy meh?". I knew she was still very immature and childish and so gave her a simple 'fatherly' talk about the importance of education and not to think so much about starting to work and blah, blah, blah and so on till we reach West Mall. She looked a bit stunned and silly when she paid me the fare, but she did thank me for my bit of talk and advice for her as she alighted and quickly disappeared in the crowd.

Sleeping Buddha.

Fetched an elderly Indian couple from Clarke Quay early yesterday evening and they wanted to go to St. Michael's Road which is off Serangoon Road. I managed to ask them casually if they were locals and they said "No", they were visitors from Mumbai. They wanted to visit the Sri Lankaramaya Temple to see the sleeping Buddha. They cannot speak much English and so I could not find out their actual reasons for coming to this Temple. Anyway, when we reached their destination, I took the chance to take a couple of pictures of the sleeping Buddha. I asked if I could photograph them also, but they declined.