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Ramblings: October 2009
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Friday, October 2, 2009. I chanced upon this bench. On a high ledge along. Red Brick Path in Botanic Gardens. Overlooking old trees, some are fossils. Among sunlight and birdsong. As in some enchanted garden. Prof I can see your spirit sitting here. Pulling at your pipe. What wry thoughts occupy your mind. As you observe the scene? Will you write a satirical verse? I dont know whether you liked nature. But your students sure picked a serene spot. If they chose this spot. They must have known your taste.
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Ramblings: December 2009
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Thursday, December 3, 2009. Red and white clouds glow. Parrots, little dots of black flypast. 2nd pic captured by Heng 11th Dec 2009. These parrots have a regular hour for their flypast. They usually appear between 6.45pm-7.00pm, making quite a din on their flight. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Ramblings is about random thoughts, chance encounters and mutterings of the heart. View my complete profile. Snake @ my window. Reader at the Window. Qingming 2003 (Chinese version). Kingfisher on my fence.
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Ramblings: SNAKE @ MY WINDOW
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Thursday, October 1, 2009. SNAKE @ MY WINDOW. You dropped with a plop. From the sill to the sink. Fear and Revulsion followed by. As I monitored your movements. For half an hour. As you dance, prance on my grilles. Like Lawrence I threw. Objects to chase you. Unlike Lawrence I was glad. You came and went. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Ramblings is about random thoughts, chance encounters and mutterings of the heart. View my complete profile. Snake @ my window. Reader at the Window. My life as a fake.
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Ramblings: Blazing White.....
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Tuesday, May 6, 2014. LALANG FIELDS BACK HOME. Turning into a sea of white is a beautiful sight to behold. I have lived here for more than 40 years and this is the first time that the green field behind my house has turned white. Perhaps the diligent grass cutters have been tardy and allowed the lalang to grow so tall and white for us to enjoy. Lalang fields back home. Lalang blowing in the wind. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Snake @ my window. Reader at the Window.
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Ramblings: READER AT THE WINDOW
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Friday, January 29, 2010. READER AT THE WINDOW. Far from the throbbing tourists, this Khmer kid enjoys. A book sitting on the window sill of one of the Angkor temples. Angkor Wat, Seam Reap, 2007. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Ramblings is about random thoughts, chance encounters and mutterings of the heart. View my complete profile. I chanced upon this bench On a high ledge along Red Brick Path in Botanic Gardens overlooking old trees, some are fossils amon. Snake @ my window. Reader at the Window.
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PLACES: OVERLAND TO LHASA
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TRAVELS TO FARAWAY LANDS AND OF THE MIND. Saturday, August 1, 2009. The entire road journey to. Is 1165km and takes 3. Days The first lap from. The source of the. Plateau is a desert there is no lack of water because of the many glaciers and spring and underground waters. Passing through the famed. Mountains, it is a steep climb to the. Pass and on to. At 4000m, then on to. Which is a natural spring whose waters refreshed Princess. And her entourage on their epic journey to Lhasa or so the story goes.
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Blessings more than I can count | FOOD fuels me to talk...
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FOOD fuels me to talk…. About food n food for thought…. Blessings more than I can count. When everything goes wrong for me, or so, somehow it seems;. When life is unkind, and there’s an END to all my cherished dreams;. I tell myself this is not so, that I must not repine,. Since blessings more than I can count are mercifully mine! This entry was posted on June 13, 2015, in Others. Miss, missed, missing. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). D's online stall.
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More from yesterday’s musings | FOOD fuels me to talk...
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FOOD fuels me to talk…. About food n food for thought…. More from yesterday’s musings. Bring me flesh and bring me wine. Today i must celebrate. For i’ve been liberated. We must cauterise to heal you say. Therefore i’m well again. Not healed. just a well. Where the wound had been. No scars to show the pain. I will fold you away. Like last year’s dress. Which has lost its chic. Send it to some. Till next time needing a dress. Envying your present owner now. When i say goodbye to you. To reach the end.
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Short & snappy | FOOD fuels me to talk...
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FOOD fuels me to talk…. About food n food for thought…. I have no tears for you in case I need them for myself. Cars with sun tops are for drivers with bald pates. Why should a fact of life always be something nasty? Why can’t it be something good. When life is less than thrilling, even French lessons can give me a frisson. Anticipation is better than the real thing, but I’ve always had inferior taste. I sell the best hours of my life @ $100 per hour for 8 hours a day. Many things sell for a lot more.
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Ramblings: September 2009
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Saturday, September 26, 2009. Qing Ming si jie yu fen fen. Lu san xing ren yu duan hun. Jie wen jiu jia he chu you. Mu tong yao zi Xing Hua Cun". A Tang dynasty poem, on the. Or Tomb Sweeping Festival by. Or tomb sweeping is now perpetuated in Singapore mostly by visits to temple niches or secular columbariums where the cremated ashes of the dear departed are kept. In the Tang poem Tomb Sweeping Festival aka Apricot Village,. Imortalizes the melancholy mood of. Period of that year his health was failing ...
