Imagine a bespectacled doctor checking his in-box on the cell phone along the hospital corridor during peak hour. With his eyes glued to the screen and fingers busy on the telephone keypad, he became inordinately distracted when he almost bumped into a gurney. And it's actually even worse than that. Those email replies in the middle of busy traffic are often regretted.

Obviously I am one of those addicted to checking emails during a lunch conversation, attending a meeting, commuting, and even between seeing patients in an outpatient

As a greedy reader, I seldom finish one book before opening another one. My recent reading list include The Best Place to Work: The Art and Science of Creating an Extraordinary Workplace and 13 Things Mentally Strong People Don't Do: Take Back Your Power, Embrace Change, Face Your Fears, and Train Your Brain for Happiness and Success .

When I turn the pages of these two books, I keep writing down the lessons I have drawn from them.

Keeping a journal and reflecting my daily experiences, for

I had to have a giggle. It just seemed so silly. I met a competitor during one of my recent evening runs, and we ended up racing like a pair of panting dogs.

Running is supposed to be a beautiful - and beautifully simple - sport in the first place. That is, unless we forget. You might want to listen to the story how I sometimes forget.

I whizzed past a young guy that evening. Little did I know that I was sparking a battle. And that is ..

We were once travelling to Malaysia with our thirteen-something-month daughter when the end of our trip brought her tears. That's grief reaction. Think about when you last spent a week's vacation aboard and what you would feel at the end of that pleasant week.

I do not know of anyone (child or grown-up) who does not long for a longer journey near the end. I do not know of any human creature who does not dream of never-ending itinerary without the need

Hands up if you can’t answer the question what the heck “gachapon” refers to.

Chances are you will.

Just to refresh your declining memories (or maybe that's just mine), gacha is the onomatopoeia for the sound of the capsule toys falling from a vending machine, also named gachapon. Remember that familiar sound gacha, in the not too distant past, when you made a clockwise twist after inserting a coin into a machine? The greatest attraction is the suspense after the sound of “gacha

Before my Taiwan trip, I borrowed Julia Donaldson’s book Princess Mirror-Belle, one of my daughter’s favourite novels. On the way to airport, she couldn’t resist to let Julia Donaldson regale her with the exciting adventure of a princess with a mirror image.

Whenever this happened, I wondered if she would finish the book even before our trip began. It’s the feeling you get when you’ve failed the temptation and eaten all snacks before departure during your school outing. I knew

I'm officially 47 today.

Instead of joining the workaholic rat race, I decided to take a day off on my birthday.

A break.

That's a good reminder to stop frantically adding bullet points to my bio and feathers to my cap. We've been working hard to achieve more and more, moving ahead to get new posts. Sounds too much, right? I pride myself on spending time to watch animated television sitcom Mr. Bean with my daughter yesterday, followed by reading few stories

What's harder to catch the faster you run?

This is a joke question from my daughter, and I'm tempted to give you the answer. But I won't. Instead, I give you another question: What is harder to hold the faster you run? Did I hear someone shouting the answer "Breath"?

No matter how confident you are about your answer, my personal experience today yields an even better answer: the bowel. Try as you may, it's a lot harder

Last night I was at the hospital.

Then, after long hours of working, I brought home few library books. That's one of the best gifts for my daughter. Every time I borrow Barbara Park's Junie B. Jones books, Jasmine can't wait to finish the story on the same night. I knew pretty well that there was no exception today, when I borrowed Jingle Bells, Batman Smells! from the same series.

Jasmine's eyes remained glued to the Junie B. story

Lately, my daughter has been learning about the art of learning and her teacher asked her to understand how each person has different preference to learn.

She came home and interviewed me last night, throwing me questions like something I've done that I am most proud of.

"Hmmm, I would say start learning to run at the age of 46," I told my daughter and pondered what else can be better than this answer.

I soon realized that giving my daughter such answer is akin to telling teacher