Here in this Summer Rain

கட்டுரை: நினைவில் கொள்ள வேண்டியவை!

2010-09-22T22:15:00.001+08:00

1. சுமாராக எழுதக் கூடிய மாணவர்கள், ( p5 and p6 pupils ) தயவு செய்து படக் கட்டுரையை தேர்ந்தெடுக்க வேண்டும்! ONLY only OnLy ~ picture compositions, DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?!?!

2. படங்களை நன்றாகப் பார்த்தவுடன் உதவிச் சொற்களை படித்து புரிந்து கொள்ள வேண்டும். சில சமயங்களில் உதவிச் சொற்கள் சில முக்கிய தகவல்களைக் கொடுக்கக்கூடும்.

3. கட்டளை வாக்கியத்தில் எத்தனை சொற்கள் எழுதக் கேட்டிருக்கிறார்கள் என்பதை நன்றாக புரிந்து கொள்ள வேண்டும். சுமாராக எழுதக் கூடிய மாணவர்கள் அந்த எண்ணிக்கைக்கு 10 % அதிகமாகவோ, குறைவாகவோ எழுதினாலே போதுமானது.( For eg, if they ask you to write 90 words, you can write 81 - 99 words. This info is for MA pupils)

4. நன்றாக / சிறப்பாக எழுதக் கூடிய மாணவர்கள் காலம் கருதி எழுத முடிந்ததை எழுதிக் கொடுத்தல் நன்று. So remember to plan your time properly. I will NOT be there to remind you! - esp my HTL pupils.

5. கட்டுரை எழுதும் போது, ஒரு சில இடங்களில் அழகிய சொற்கள், இனிய வாக்கியங்கள் எழுதுவது கட்டுரையின் தரத்தைக் கூட்டும். ஆனால், ஒவ்வொரு பத்தியிலும் இவற்றைத் திணித்து எழுதினாலும் நன்றாக இராது! சுமார் நூறு சொற்கள் கொண்ட கட்டுரைக்கு நான்கு அல்லது ஐந்து இனிய வாக்கியங்கள் இருந்தாலே மிகவும் நன்று, அத்துடன் அது போதுமானதும் கூட.௦

6. காலை நேரத்தை பற்றி எழுதும் போது " சூரியன் தன் பொன் கரங்களை விரித்து தரணியெங்கும் ஒளி பரப்பிக் கொண்டிருந்த வேளை" என்று எழுத முடிந்தால் மிகவும் சிறப்பு. இருப்பினும், "என்றும் போல அன்றும் பொழுது புலர்ந்தது! முகுந்தன் தன காலைக் கடன்களைச் செவ்வனே செய்து முடித்தான்" என்று எழுதினாலும் சாலச் சிறந்ததே! ( Its short and sweet!)

7. இத்துடன் ஆங்காங்கே உங்களால் திருக்குறள்களில் ஏதேனும் ஒன்றினை கட்டுரைக்கு ஏற்றாற்போல அமையும் வண்ணம் தொடக்கத்திலோ, முடிவிலோ புகுத்த முடியும் என்றால், chance - ஏ இல்லை! கொன்னுடுவீங்க!

எடுத்துக்காட்டாக :

" தனக்குவமை இல்லாதான் தாள் சேர்ந்தார்க் கல்லால்
மனக்கவலை மாற்றல் அரிது" என்பது தெய்வப் புலவரின் போய்யாமொழியாகும்! இக்குறளைச் சுட்டிக்காட்டும் வண்ணம் அண்மையில் நடந்த ஒரு சம்பவம் நினைவுக்கு வருகிறது!

என்றும் போல அன்றும் பொழுது புலர்ந்தது! வள்ளி விடியலில் எழுந்து தன் காலைக் கடன்களைச் செவ்வனே செய்து முடித்து பள்ளிக்குக் கிளம்பினாள்........"

இவற்றைக் காட்டிலும் வேறு ஏதேனும் இருந்தால் , நினைவுக்கு வந்தால் நான் மேலும் இங்கு புகுத்தப் பார்க்கிறேன். so , மாணவ மணிகளே, என் மழலைச் செல்வங்களே - watch this space !

கட்டுரை இனிய வாக்கியங்கட்டுரை இனிய வாக்கியங்கள் - அழகிய சொற்கள்

2010-09-22T10:32:00.000+08:00

உணர்ச்சிகள்

கோபம்

1 . முகம் / கண்கள் கொவ்வைப் பழம் போல சிவந்தது / சிவந்தன.

2 . சினத்தில் பற்களை நற நறவென்று கடித்தான்

3 . அவரது இரத்தம் கொதித்தது!

சோகம்

1 . சோகத்தில் அவள் கண்கள் குளமாயின!

2 . அவர்கள் தேம்பித் தேம்பி அழத் தொடங்கினார்கள்

3 . கண்ணீர் அவன் கன்னங்களில் உருண்டோடியது

பயம்

1 . பயம் என்னும் பேய் அவன் மனதை ஆட்கொண்டது! / கவ்வியது!

2. அவர்கள் மனம் பட் பட் என்று தாளம் போட்டது.

3 .அவர்கள் சிலைபோல ஆடாமல் அசையாமல் நின்றனர்

மகிழ்ச்சி

1 . மகிழ்ச்சியில் அவள் மனம் துள்ளிக் குதித்தது!

2 . அவர் மனம் ஆனந்தத்தில் சிறகடித்துப் பறந்தது!

3 . மாணவர்கள் வயிறு குலுங்கச் சிரித்தார்கள் கள் - அழகிய சொற்கள்

p5 ex 7 compre answers

2010-09-21T11:05:00.000+08:00

‎1 . கரடியும் புலியும் இணைந்து அக்கானகத்தில் இருந்த பிற மிருகங்களைப் பயமுறுத்தி வேட்டையாடி வந்ததால், காட்டு விலங்குகள் பயந்துகொண்டு இருந்தன.

2 . யானை கரடியைப் பார்த்தும் அதனைக் கண்டுகொள்ளாமல் இலைகளைத் தொடர்ந்து தின்றுகொண்டிருந்ததால் கரடிக்குக் கோபம் வந்தது.

3 . கரடி புலியிடம் யானை தன்னைக் கண்டு பயப்படாமல் நின்று இலைகளைத் தின்றுகொண்டு இருந்ததாகவும், தன்னைக் கண்டு பிளிரியதாகவும் சொன்னது.

4 . ???? ஆசிரியர்களிடம் கேட்டு விட்டு பதில் கூறுகிறேன்.

5 . யானை தன் கால்களைத் தூக்கி கொண்டு தும்பிக்கையை உயர்த்திவிட்டு கானகம் முழுவதும் அதிரும் வண்ணம் பிளிறியது.

6 . யானையைக் கண்டு பயந்து ஓட்டம் பிடித்த புலியின் வேகத்திற்கு கரடியினால் ஓட முடியாததால், அதன் வால் அறுந்தது.

What is happening to me?

2009-03-23T15:14:00.002+08:00

What is happening to me?

I feel so lost that
I cannot eat or sleep,
And even if I do
Food tastes as ash,
Sleep is so fitful,

I awake to stare into the darkness
The night through.

My whole world has caved in on me
And nothing matters to me anymore -
And I am Alive,
But Dead.

Is THIS what it feels like
To be Dying of a Broken Heart?

The One Flaw in Women...

2009-02-26T17:37:00.001+08:00

Women have strengths that amaze men.
They bear hardships and they carry burdens,
But they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy
And laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up to injustice.
They don't take 'no' for an answer
When they believe there is a better solution.
They go without, so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel
And cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about
A birth or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They grieve at the loss of a family member,
Yet they are strong when they
Think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss
Can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.
They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you
To show how much they care about you.
The heart of a woman is what
Makes the world keep turning.
They bring joy, hope and love.
They have compassion and ideas.
They give moral support to their
Family and friends.
Women have vital things to say
And everything to give.
HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,
IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.

Jail vs Work...

2009-02-05T19:01:00.001+08:00

IN PRISON...you spend the majority of your time in an 8X10 cell.
AT WORK ... you spend the majority of your time in a 6X8 cubicle.

IN PRISON...you get three meals a day.
AT WORK...you only get a break for one meal and you pay for it.

IN PRISON...you get time off for good behavior
AT WORK...you get more work for good behavior

IN PRISON...the guard locks and unlocks all the doors for you.
AT WORK...you must carry around a security card and open all the doors for yourself.

IN PRISON...you can watch TV and play games.
AT WORK...you get fired for watching TV and playing games.

IN PRISON...you get your own toilet.
AT WORK...you have to share with some idiot who pees on the seat.

IN PRISON...they allow your family and friends to visit.
AT WORK...you can't even speak to your family.

IN PRISON...the taxpayers pay all expenses with no work required.
AT WORK...you get to pay all the expenses to go to work and then they deduct taxes from your salary to pay for prisoners.

IN PRISON...you spend most of your life inside bars wanting to get out.
AT WORK...you spend most of your time wanting to get out and go inside bars.

IN PRISON...you must deal with sadistic wardens.
AT WORK...they are called managers.

2009-01-28T16:11:00.001+08:00

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another new year...

2009-01-21T17:38:00.003+08:00

somehow i feel compelled to write...

many things have happened in the past few weeks since i have come back from India...

i turned a year older..

i met new children in the 1st, 2nd and 3rd years in school...

i have an autistic boy who needs a little of my attention now and then.. one who is so trusting that he instinctively turns to hug me .. and for no reason.. could it be a sense of security??

there is a boy in the first standard that asks me to stay behind in his class though the other teacher has some activities to be done with them..

i have to now see to the library to make sure that it runs smoothly.. its now at a standstill and i need to make it move faster...

God give me the strength and the speed to do them all..

This is how smart Indians are... ;P

2008-12-20T20:21:00.000+08:00

An Indian having no wife, no child, no money, no home, and a blind mother, prays to God for help.

God, happy with his prayers, grants him only one wish!

Indian: I want my mother to see my wife putting Diamond bangles on my
Child's hands in our new mansion!

God: Damn! I still have a lot to learn from these Indians!!!

Woman of Today...

2008-12-13T11:37:00.001+08:00

Sometimes you laugh.
Sometimes you sulk.
Sometimes you stop to ponder.
Sometimes you don’t.
Sometimes you are assertive.
Sometimes you just let it go.
Sometimes you work hard.
Sometimes you like to do nothing.
Sometimes you like attention.
Sometimes you just want to hide.
Sometimes you like to pamper.
Sometimes you like to be pampered.
You are a rainbow of myriad colours.
I am the woman of today.

Chennai Trip - 4 ( Rani Meyyammai Primary School )

2008-12-04T09:19:00.000+08:00

Well we are under house arrest again this morning due to the primary school we had wanted to see was not ready to receive us as yet. So we are supposed to sit here till noon and the bus will leave at 12.20 pm. But then lunch arrived late, so we only get to leave at 1.00 pm. The school we go to is called Rani Meyyammai Primary School. The little girls have red checkered blouses with a cheery pink skirt and the boys have white shirts on with khaki shorts.

ABL was in full swing from 1st to 4th standards and all levels of kids were in all the classes. It was kind of nice to see them all together and working in harmony. That’s kind of rare to see in my classes back home. There is always some kid who is unhappy about SOMETHING. These kids, here – they come from the slum areas and they are still so happy, and content and well mannered.

Why? Why and where have we gone wrong?

Dismissal time here was , how should I say it?? “Different”. The headmistress, Mdm Manimegala, she takes care of EVERYTHING! Discipline, PA,everything! At the specified time, she plays some music with songs that have sayings like, “we are going home, we love our mom, we love our dad, etc “ and also stuff like “come to me my children and sing with me, sing with me the ABC” I really ought to take videos and see how I can put them up in my site. So I will remember. Its sad. I can not remember some things unless I write them down and re-visit them so that I can remember.

And people here think I am anti social. :(

Chennai trip - 3 (Pondicherry)

2008-12-03T13:01:00.006+08:00

Pondicherry to me was a fascinating place. I was disillusioned by it all at first thinking that is it such a far, far place. That WAS the truth. Pondy WAS a far, far place. The bus we were in had to travel on water, in danger of skidding into some ditch or something, we were in fear of being stoned by local villagers who were protesting, - by sitting down in the middle of the road, not letting any vehicles pass,- the lack of electricity and water for God only knows how long, and when we finally did arrive at auroville, we had walk a km or so through a very backroad and “villagy” – for want of a better word,- kind of road to FINALLY see Matrimandir. But when I caught the first glimpse of it, it was all I could do to not say, “ MAASHA ALLAH! ”

Which goes to say, if you want something nice to happen to you, or for you to find, you have to maybe go through a LOT of hardwork, hardship and sorrow,- only THEN will God give you what is good for you. So please wait, Sweet Raihana! Good things WILL come to you, inshaa Allah! Inshaa Allah, Ameen!

The lawn for no small distance was manicured to say the least, and in India, - this must surely cost much! I felt like I was standing on the set of Aeon Flux..

At lunch, - I think the temptress was out again, I was standing by the ice cream tub, ( purely to avoid Anbu, so that he wont have something to tease me about! i know he has this rough and tough exterior but he is such a softie and a pure sweetheart ~ ) eating my second helping of fruit and ice cream when the maitre D asked me if that was my second helping. I said yes, and looked at him pleadingly, saying – my mother willnae allow me to have any back home. Upon which he said,- “now you have to stay here with us. Let all your friends go, but you have to stay behind in Pondicherry!”

All this for some ice cream you say? Well, what would you have me do?? It was some VERY good ice cream. Creamy, sweet, and well.. just simply delectable!

Next stop, Aurobindo Ashram. But before that we stopped in front of the beach, to pay our respects to the Giant Statue of Ghandhiji.

The beach was very mediocre, but it had to do. I didn’t go into the beach though, I really thought that there was nothing to see.

I bought a couple of cloth material for 250 rupees each - costing about 9 dollars back home, each – one for me and one for my sister. Reflecting now, I think I should have got one each for Audrey and Shafina as well, but oh well, we all make mistakes.

And finally the Ashram! Taking off our shoes outside of the ashram, I walked in, having had a man at the entrance to say to us – switch of the phones, and no talking. Manicured? No, not manicured. Cultured? No. Not that either. I really don’t know how to explain what I saw. They had left the flowers grow and flourish in this place like I have never seen before, anywhere! Not even in Singapore Botanicals, or even LA. Peace. This is what I found within those walls. SO MUCH PEACE.

I placed my hands on the samaathi and instantly felt a very strong vibration, a pull on my hands that I had never felt with so much force before. I have felt vibrations like that many times, good ones, as well as bad – but this one was something like I have never felt before! The whole of my palms were abuzz with activity and I felt the compelling need to talk to God and the people laying there, Aurobindo himself and the “mother”. I must read up on them.

I did but a book in the book store, but that was entitled, “The Powers Within”. Call me what you may! The powers within me grow stronger with each given day and they seem to call to me. I need to study them more and see how I can utilize them best to help people.

The museum came next and as all things go, if you knew me at all, you would know what a museum freak I am. However, on this day, I had no interest in the museum, though I did immensely enjoy seeing the architecture of the place and touching the stairway grills and the tables and admiring the busts and all, imagining in my own little romantic mind, how Lord Dupleix would have walked up those steps, his hand on the grill, just as mine do, thinking about the governing and the job that he had to see to on that day.

Tsk.

I left the place thinking, I need to come back here again. I just need to. And soon.

chennai part 2

2008-11-27T18:45:00.003+08:00

The visit to the Avvai School was an eye opener for me… I had never known what and how it would have felt like to be an orphan… I saw so many girls there whom were orphans.. and it brought tears to my eyes. The girls were so beautiful, though I know that they are possibly very very poor. One girl yelled at me from afar, “ Miss!! Miss!! I want to take a picture with you!” – so that’s exactly what I did.. She told me her name was Samia and I told her my name was Raihana. She asked me if I were muslim and I said yes.. this is when Rajesh Sir calls me from a few yards away and I had to leave her..

the ABL and ALM lessons in this school served to clarify further what we learnt yesterday. The pupils as young as 5 years old are able to confidently speak and sing and dance as best as possible given the very little time and notice to prepare for our coming. It was almost like these pupils who are under going the ABL method are constantly ready. In this manner, if my pupils learnt these skills as well, I know that they will also benefit.

I would like to suggest and prescribe that ABL and ALM could be used to start off in some schools as a pilot programme. There are both secondary and primary school teachers who are attending the programme and I am personally able to help out to be part of the team that could help out in a pilot programme should the MOE decides to take it on.

Days in Chennai - Study Trip Part 1

2008-11-27T17:40:00.003+08:00

Where do I even begin?? It was one of the most wonderful experiences I had ever had in a paid “vacation” to India! We landed without ceremony... and I remember the men getting the bags for us and all that... we got into the bus and checked in to the hotel. The hotel looked nice, and just like what the Net said it would look like. I was happy but it was short lived when I saw the room. It was TINY. Well... Maybe it’s because I am kind of spoilt because I like to have the best of everything for myself and my loved ones anyway.

Then we had lunch in this place called hotel Tamilnadu , in a place called Island Ground. When I asked Dad about the place, he said that the food there is generally lousy and perhaps it was because we were foreigners giving them a lot of business that they gave us really good food. To tell the fact would be to say that the place did not look very conducive but the food WAS good. They are catering the food for us for now... we get tea break and lunch by them.. I jokingly asked the server when I was going to get moru kulambu and paagarkkaai varuval and I got it today – 26th nov!

The guide whom we had is an excellent one.. Surya Narayanan. he took us to see valluvar kottam and kabaleeswaran koyil.. the valluvar kottam was awesome.. I have some pictures which I will paste here shortly.. it was truly awesome. I didn’t fancy the temple so much, but I did like listening to the stories by the guide.

We came back tired… but happy. Dinner was at the royal palate… and it was very nice –a wonderful selection of sweets!

For AFI , None that I can think of... except that we must strictly adhere to the schedule given. Some teachers went to a stop by themselves, actually I was one of them, but I stuck closely to the leader from cpdd, so I came back a bit earlier. But two other members took so much time, that I didn’t get to see my beloved Marina beach.

hmm..

2008-11-19T14:13:00.002+08:00

so another year has passed me by.. and i remember thinking two weeks ago that i needed to write something, deep and profound and i couldnae do it due to lack of time.

i was made master of ceremony for the graduation ceremony.. whereby i effectively made 360 students cry.

before that i found out that i am now heading the library assisted or rather advised by the previous person.

and before that i was the host for the arena - cckps debate.

seems to me i am just a good talking point/literal person.

ok then..

i am going away to study for a month or so.. with one week in between scattered to visit friends and relatives.

i am not so worried about the studying bit... its the friends and relatives bit that i am worried about.

oh well.. we cant ALL have our cake and eat it too, right?? hmm.

i will try and see if i can write more and more often..

climbing roses.. or are they rosehips?

2008-09-12T16:42:00.002+08:00

i have some roses growing outside my house. they are really tiny, and it looks like only one whorl of petals are working for them, and they are of the prettiest pink fuschia that you could ever hope to see. =)

i brought them to my house from my brother's garden. yes. my brother has a garden and he grows anything from chili to tomatoes to corn to okra.

living in a hdb does not do me so well to grow that many vegetables, but i am trying my hand at potatoes ( yes i put in the whole sprouting potato into a large pot full of soil and wait for the magic to begin..) and tomatoes.. Oh tomatoes like you could ever see in any wet market, firm and red and juicy!

=D lets see what happens..

and all this brought on by the dream of eating my own vegetables growing outside my own apartment on the 15th floor of a high rise building.

Singapore in Mid-July.

2008-07-09T10:26:00.002+08:00

Singapore lies riiiiigghht above the equator.. if you didnt already know that. =)

so we dont really have FOUR seasons.. just two seasons, the rainy season and the not so rainy ( or dry, if you want ) season.

Right now its supposed to be one of the super hot months, starting April. April, May, June and July. really really hot. and dry. it gests so hot here sometimes, you can fry and egg on the side walk. =)

But this morning as I walked to School, the breeze was so chilly that you could almost close your eyes and imagine that you were in California in late november. =)

and then it rained for awhile. it rained so much that the window panes got drenched, and the water came into the classrooms. we had to close the windows so the kids wouldnt get wet..

but now.. oh maybe an hour after the downpour, the sun is out again.

yep.

thats my singapore, in mid july.

My Love is like The Rose...

2008-07-07T13:02:00.009+08:00

Some say love it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed.

Some say love it is a hunger
An endless, aching need
I say love it is a flower,
And you it's only seed.

It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance

It's the one who won't be taken,
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long.
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong.

Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun's love,
In the spring, becomes the rose.

a life's lesson..

2008-05-13T14:18:00.002+08:00

In 1923,

Who Was:

1. President of the largest steel company?

2. President of the largest gas company?

3. President of the New York Stock Exchange?

4. Greatest wheat speculator?

5. President of the Bank of International Settlement?

6. Great Bear of Wall Street?!

These men were considered some of the worlds most successful of their days. Now,80 years later,the history book asks us, if we know what ultimately became of them.

The Answers:

1. The president of the largest steel company.Charles Schwab,died a pauper.

2. The president of the largest gas company,Edward Hopson,went insane.

3. The president of the NYSE,Richard Whitney,was released from prison to die at home.

4. The greatest wheat speculator, Arthur Cooger, died abroad, penniless.

5. The president of the Bank of Inte rnational Settlement, shot himself.

6. The Great Bear of Wall Street, Cosabee Livermore, also committed suicide.

However:

in that same year,1923, the PGA Champion and the winner of the most important golf tournament, the US Open,was Gene Sarazen.

What became of him?

He played golf until he was 92, died in 1999 at the age of 95. He was financially secure at the time of his death!

The Moral:

Screw work. Play golf.

bluer than blue??

2008-04-30T17:45:00.002+08:00

I am listening to a song called bluer than blue on the radio now.

I think this is how I feel for now..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After you go
I can catch upon my reading
After you go
I'll have a lot mroe time for sleeping
And when you're gone
It looks like things are going to be a lot easier
Life will be a breeze you know

I really should be glad
But I'm bluer than blue
Sadder than sad
You're the only life this empty room has ever had
Life without is going to be
Bluer than blue

After you go
I'll have a lot more room in my closet
After you go
I'll stay out all night if I feel like it
And when you're gone
I could run through the house screaming
And no one will ever hear me

I really should be glad
But I'm bluer than blue
Sadder than sad
You're the only life this empty room has ever had
Life without is going to be
Bluer than blue

I don't have to miss no t.v. shows
I can start my whole life over
Change the numbers on my telephone
But the nights will sure be colder
And I'm bluer than blue
Sadder than sad
You're the only life this empty room has ever had
Life without you is going to be
Bluer than blue

A Love Song

2008-04-28T18:34:00.002+08:00

Come into these arms again
and lay your body down
The rhythm of this trembling heart
is beating like a drum

It beats for you it bleeds for you
it knows not how it sounds
For it is the drum of drums
it is the song of songs

Once I had the rarest rose
that ever deemed to bloom
Cruel winter chilled the bud
and stole my flower too soon

Oh loneliness
Oh hopelessness
to search the ends of time
For there is in all the world
no greater love than mine.

Let me be the only one
to keep you from the cold
Now the floor of heaven is laid
the stars are bright as gold
They shine for you they shine for you
they burn for all to see

Come into these arms again
and set this spirit free

Your face it haunts...

2008-04-22T17:54:00.003+08:00

Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

This Kiss...

2008-04-11T17:50:00.000+08:00

Personality Test Results!

2008-04-11T17:16:00.001+08:00

So I am a -

Builder, 32%: Usually very popular. Deep attachment to home and family. Calm demeanor and low anxiety. Often consistent, loyal and protective.

Director, 26%: Daring, original, direct and inventive. A non-conformist. Skilled at abstract thinking and short-term planning. Often assertive and quite competitive. Tough-minded and efficient.

Explorer, 23%: Known for high energy, high creativity and spontaneity. Seeks novelty, risk and pleasure. Intellectually curious and not easily swayed by opinion.

Negotiator, 19%: Excels at seeing the big picture, long-term planning and consensus building. An intuitive thinker who is flexible, verbal and socially skilled. Imaginative, empathetic and nurturing.

Characteristics of all four personality types can be found within each of us, but there is almost always one personality type that is dominant. We call this the major personality type.The Personality Profile also identifies your minor or secondary personality type. You exhibit some aspects of this personality type, though not to the same degree as with your major type.

English as she is spoken

2008-04-11T15:46:00.003+08:00

Two individuals proceeded towards the apex of a natural geologicprotuberance, the purpose of their expedition being the procurementof a sample of fluid hydride of oxygen in a large vessel, the exactsize of which was unspecified.

One member of the team precipitously descended, sustaining severedamage to the upper cranial portion of his anatomical structure;subsequently, the second member of the team performedself-rotational translation, orientated in the same direction taken bythefirst team member.

'ANY GUESSES WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT?
Scroll down to understand .......in simple English what this translates to.

Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after!

Men and Women

2008-04-09T11:04:00.003+08:00

This is interesting... but TRUE

Believe it or not.

Woman has Man in it;

Mrs. has Mr . in it;

Female has Male in it;

She has He in it;

Madam has Adam in it;

No wonder men always want to be inside women! Men were born between the legs of a woman,
yet men spend all their life and time trying to go back between the legs of a woman....,

Why?

BECAUSE THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME

Okay, Okay, it all makes sense now...

I never looked at it this way before:

MEN tal illness

MENstrual cramps

MEN tal breakdown

MENopause

GUY necologist AND ...

When we have REAL trouble, it's a

HIS terectomy.

Ever notice how all of women's problems start with MEN?

I hope this served to brighten up the days of all the women who read it.....

and ANNOYED all the men who read it ...... ! :)

I make this same mistake too... A LOT!

2008-03-25T12:15:00.002+08:00

A guy goes to the supermarket and notices an attractive woman waving at him.She says hello. He's rather taken a back because he can't place where he knows her from.

So he says, "Do you know me?" To which she replies, "I think you're the father of one of my kids."

Now his mind travels back to the only time he has ever been unfaithful to his wife and says, "My God, are you the stripper from my bachelor party that I made love to on the pool table with all my buddies watching while your partner whipped my butt with wet celery???"

She looks into his eyes and says calmly, .......

No, I'm your son's teacher."

These Dreams...

2008-03-23T22:45:00.002+08:00

Spare a little candle

Save some light for me

Figures up ahead

Moving in the trees

White skin in linen

Perfume on my wrist

And the full moon that hangs over

These dreams in the mist

Darkness on the edge

Shadows where I stand

I search for the time

On a watch with no hands

I want to see you clearly

Come closer than this

But all I remember

Are the dreams in the mist

These dreams go on when I close my eyes

Every second of the night I live another life

These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside

Every moment I'm awake

the further I'm away

Is it cloak n dagger

Could it be spring or fall

I walk without a cut

Through a stained glass wall

Weaker in my eyesight

The candle in my grip

And words that have no form

Are falling from my lips

These dreams go on when I close my eyes

Every second of the night I live another life

These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside

Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away

There's something out there

I can't resist

I need to hide away from the pain

There's something out there

I can't resist

The sweetest song is silence

That I've ever heard

Funny how your feet

In dreams never touch the earth

In a wood full of princes

Freedom is a kiss

But the prince hides his face

From dreams in the mist

These dreams go on when I close my eyes

Every second of the night I live another life

These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside

Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away

These dreams go on when I close my eyes

Every second of the night I live another life

These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside

Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away

Kaatril Varum Geethamae...

2008-03-19T17:09:00.005+08:00

My Next Life...

2008-03-18T19:14:00.002+08:00

In my next life I want to live my life backwards.

You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people home feeling better every day.

You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day.

You work for 40 years until you' re young enough to enjoy your retirement.

You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for high school.

You then go to primary school, you become a kid, you play.

You have no responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born.

And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and then Voila!

You finish off as an orgasm...

Ratatouille

2008-03-06T12:37:00.002+08:00

whomever said that ratatouille is a peasant dish must be mad.....

i am having some now and its simply divine!!!! its one of the best comfort foods i have ever had!!!! hmmmmm

The Book Of Love

2008-02-29T15:27:00.004+08:00

The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing

But I
I love it when you read to me
And you
You can read me anything

The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb

But I
I love it when you sing to me
And you
You can sing me anything

The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know

But I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings

And I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings

And I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
You ought to give me wedding rings

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6nZGv8VTBVE&NR=1

why can i never cry?

2008-02-27T09:52:00.003+08:00

why can i never cry??

i think the last time i cried was the day after my father passed on.

my eyes glass over all the time...

when i see my students perform something very well... when a child brings me something and tells me he/she loves me...

but to cry...

i mean to honestly let it all out and wail... to feel the tears flow out of your eyes and run down your cheeks..

i think i need to cry.. it will be good for me.

No wonder we are in trouble..

2008-02-13T08:02:00.000+08:00

These are from a book called Disorder in the American Courts and are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down andnow published by court reporters that had the torment of staying calmwhile these exchanges were actually taking place.

Q: Are you sexually active?
A: No, I just lie there.

Q: What is your date of birth?
A: July 15.
Q: What year?
A: Every year.

Q: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?
A: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.

Q: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?
A: Yes
Q: And in what ways does it affect your memory?
A: I forget.
Q: You forget? Can you give us an example of something that you've forgotten?

Q: How old is your son, the one living with you?
A: Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can't remember which.
Q: How long has he lived with you?
A: Forty-five years.

Q: What was the first thing your husband said to you when he woke that morning? A: He said, "Where am I, Cathy?"
Q: And why did that upset you?
A: My name is Susan.

Q: Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved in voodoo or the occult?
A: We both do.
Q: Voodoo?
A: We do.
Q: You do?
A: Yes, voodoo.

Q: Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know about it until the next morning?
A: Did you actually pass the bar exam?

Q: The youngest son, the twenty-year-old, how old is he

Q: Were you present when your picture was taken?
Q: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?
A: Yes.
Q: And what were you doing at that time?

Q: She had three children, right?
A: Yes.
Q: How many were boys?
A: None.
Q: Were there any girls?

Q: How was your first marriage terminated?
A: By death.
Q: And by whose death was it terminated?

Q: Can you describe the individual?
A: He was about medium height and had a beard.
Q: Was this a male, or a female?

Q: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney?
A: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.

Q: Doctor, how many autopsies have you performed on dead people?
A: All my autopsies are performed on dead people.

Q: ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK? What school did you go to?
A: Oral.

Q: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?
A: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.
Q: And Mr. Dennington was dead at the time?
A: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy.

Q: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?

Q: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?
A: No.
Q: Did you check for blood pressure?
A: No.
Q: Did you check for breathing?
A: No.
Q: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?
A: No.
Q: How can you be so sure, Doctor?
A: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.
Q: But could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?
A: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law somewhere.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND MY PREFERRED CHOICE OF OCCUPATION IN MY TEENS WAS LAW!!!!!!!!!!!

Always..

2008-02-05T15:40:00.001+08:00

life goes on...

2008-02-01T12:48:00.000+08:00

I fall and I pick myself up.
I lose hope yet I dream.
I am lost and I find myself again.
I cry and I laugh through my tears.
I despair yet I believe.

Success Does Not Happen In Isolation..

2008-01-31T09:57:00.000+08:00

There was a farmer who grew superior quality and award- winning corn.Each year he entered his corn in the state fair where it won honor and prizes.One year a newspaper reporter interviewed him and learnt somethinginteresting about how he grew it.

The reporter discovered that the farmer shared his seed corn with his neighbors. "How can you afford to share your best seed corn with your neighbors when they are entering corn in competition with yours each year?" the reporter asked."Why sir, " said the farmer, "didn't you know? The wind picks up pollenfrom the ripening corn and swirls it from field to field. If my neighboursgrow inferior, sub-standard and poor quality corn, cross-pollination will steadily degrade the quality of my corn. If I am to grow good corn, I must help my neighbors grow good corn."

The farmer gave a superb insight into the connectedness of life. His corn cannot improve unless his neighbor's corn also improves. So it is in the other dimensions!

Those who choose to be at harmony must help their neighbours and colleagues to be at peace. Those who choose to live well must help others to live well. The value of a life is measured by the lives it touches. Success does not happen in isolation. It is very often a participative and collective process. So share the good quality corn.....

Congratulations I am a YELLOW

2008-01-30T08:02:00.000+08:00

< --- My Hand! hahaha..

YELLOWS are motivated by FUN. They are inviting and embrace life as a party that they're hosting. They love playful interaction and can be extremely sociable. They are highly persuasive and seek instant gratification. YELLOWS need to be adored and praised. While YELLOWS are carefree, they are sensitive and highly alert to others' agendas to control them. YELLOWS typically carry within themselves the gift of a good heart.

YELLOWS need to look good socially, and friendships command a high priority in their lives. YELLOWS are happy, articulate, engaging of others and crave adventure. Easily distracted, they can never sit still for long. They embrace each day in the "present tense" and choose people who, like themselves, enjoy a curious nature. YELLOWS are charismatic, spontaneous, and positive; but can also be irresponsible, obnoxious, and forgetful. When others interact with you, as a YELLOW you respond to them best if they take a positive, upbeat approach and promote light-hearted, creative, and fun interactions with you.

Understand that no two YELLOWS are exactly alike. Although you share the same core motivation as many others, your personality is still unique to you alone.

http://www.thecolorcode.com/

All things are connected..

2008-01-29T12:23:00.000+08:00

Attributed to Chief Seattle:

How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?

Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memories of the red man.

The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters; the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and man --- all belong to the same family.

So, when the Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us. The Great Chief sends word he will reserve us a place so that we can live comfortably to ourselves. He will be our father and we will be his children.

So, we will consider your offer to buy our land. But it will not be easy. For this land is sacred to us. This shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you the land, you must remember that it is sacred, and you must teach your children that it is sacred and that each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.

The rivers are our brothers, they quench our thirst. The rivers carry our canoes, and feed our children. If we sell you our land, you must remember, and teach your children, that the rivers are our brothers and yours, and you must henceforth give the rivers the kindness you would give any brother.

We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The earth is not his brother, but his enemy, and when he has conquered it, he moves on. He leaves his father's grave behind, and he does not care. He kidnaps the earth from his children, and he does not care. His father's grave, and his children's birthright are forgotten. He treats his mother, the earth, and his brother, the sky, as things to be bought, plundered, sold like sheep or bright beads. His appetite will devour the earth and leave behind only a desert.

I do not know. Our ways are different than your ways. The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the red man. There is no quiet place in the white man's cities. No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring or the rustle of the insect's wings. The clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around the pond at night? I am a red man and do not understand. The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of a pond and the smell of the wind itself, cleaned by a midday rain, or scented with pinon pine.

The air is precious to the red man for all things share the same breath, the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days he is numb to the stench. But if we sell you our land, you must remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.

The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh. And if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred as a place where even the white man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow's flowers.

So we will consider your offer to buy our land. If we decide to accept, I will make one condition - the white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers.

I am a savage and do not understand any other way. I have seen a thousand rotting buffaloes on the prairie, left by the white man who shot them from a passing train. I am a savage and do not understand how the smoking iron horse can be made more important than the buffalo that we kill only to stay alive.

What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of the spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are connected.

You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of our grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children that we have taught our children that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.

This we know; the earth does not belong to man; man belongs to the earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected.

Even the white man, whose God walks and talks with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We shall see. One thing we know which the white man may one day discover; our God is the same God.

You may think now that you own Him as you wish to own our land; but you cannot. He is the God of man, and His compassion is equal for the red man and the white. The earth is precious to Him, and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator. The whites too shall pass; perhaps sooner than all other tribes. Contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.

But in your perishing you will shine brightly fired by the strength of the God who brought you to this land and for some special purpose gave you dominion over this land and over the red man.

That destiny is a mystery to us, for we do not understand when the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses are tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires.

Where is the thicket? Gone.

Where is the eagle? Gone.

The end of living and the beginning of survival.

My Lesson in Class Today.

2008-01-29T10:48:00.000+08:00

I am grinning like the cat who stole the chicken today.

And that is because I had the most wonderful classes this morning. Both the Primary 3 and the Primary 6.

Primary 3 - Composition \ Creative Writing Classes.

The pupils were attentive, gave me sentences which I could join together, change, combine with other sentences and then again to make one big glorious paragraph! aaaahhhh for the love of writing! How I love to write! :) And how I hope that these little ones will also get the passion to write!

Primary 6 - Comprehension and Phrasing.

I had spent TWO WHOLE Periods, that is ONE WHOLE Hour, just bring about answers to 2, yes TWO questions and how to phrase them.

Again the pupils were attentive, they listened, gave me good answers, albeit sometimes not really full answers, some haphazard, some totally out of the question! But- they had responded... Of course 2 guys at the back were grinning and playing the fool... but that is a mere blot in the whole day's activities....

siigghhhh

would that i could have ALL my days such as today!

Drink to me..

2008-01-28T14:46:00.000+08:00

"Drink to me only with thine eyes,

And I will pledge with mine;

Or leave a kiss but in the cup,

And I'll not look for wine."

-Ben Jonson (1573–1637)

Please be specific.

2008-01-27T19:05:00.000+08:00

The Greeks were smart enough to give the world Philosophy 101, gyro sandwiches, the Olympic games, and four--count 'em, four--separate words for love.

Eros, a word that came from the Latin god of hormones, was used to refer to sensual or sexual love. I eros deep dish pizza because it makes my taste buds feel good. In the same way, I eros the sensation of sea breeze in my face, my mint green night shift that feels like I am wearing nothing in bed, hot tubs, and sexual pleasure.

Phileo and storge describe friendship love and love for one's family. I storge my Mom and Dad. I storge my kid brother. I phileo my old college roommate. I phileo all the people of the world. I phileo anybody who reads my blog and leaves a comment!

Agape love is a willful, deliberate, I-choose-to-love-you love. (The Latin word is "caritas" from which we get "charity.") This love is not based on warm mushy feelings or even on a relationship. It is unconditional--just like the love Cubs fans have for their team even during its usual losing season.

St. Paul provides us with a classic definition of agape.

Love is patient,
love is kind.
It does not envy,
it does not boast,
it is not proud.
It is not rude,
it is not self-seeking,
it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil
but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects,
always trusts,
always hopes,
always perseveres.
Love never fails.

With four words for love, things were less confusing in ancient Greece.

When Marcus reached over in the back seat of the chariot and whispered, "I love you," in Daphne's ear, she knew exactly what he had on his mind.

Marcus could have said, "I eros you," which roughly translated would have meant, "Baby, you look hot in that robe Why don't you take it off!"

He could have said, "I phileo you," which meant, "Let's be good friends." (Now there's a phrase that we guys love to hear!) Or perhaps, "I storge you" ("I love you like a sister"), but that somehow wouldn't have gone with the wine and the moonlight.

Finally, he could have chosen, "I agape you," which would have meant, "I've thought this through and have decided that I am going to love you unconditionally no matter what comes our way."

So if someone whispers "I love you" in your ear, you may want to respond with "Hold it right there. Let's define terms!"

WELCOME TO THE HUSBAND STORE:

2008-01-15T11:07:00.000+08:00

A store that sells husbands has just opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates. You may visit the store ONLY ONCE!

There are six floors! and the attributes of the men increase as the shopper ascends the flights. There is, however, a catch...you may choose any man from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up a floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building! So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband...

On the first floor the sign on the door reads:

Floor 1: These men have jobs and love the Lord.

The second floor sign reads:

Floor 2 : These men have jobs, love the Lord, and love kids.

The third floor sign reads:

Floor 3: These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids and are extremely good looking. 'Wow,' she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.

She goes to the fourth floor and sign reads:

Floor 4: These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop-dead good looking and
help with the housework.

'Oh, mercy me!' she exclaims, 'I can hardly stand it!'

Still, she goes to the fifth floor and sign reads:

Floor 5: These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop-dead gorgeous, help with the housework, and have a strong romantic streak.

She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads:

Floor 6: You are visitor 4,363,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor
exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please.

Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.

Watch your step as you exit the building, and have a nice day!

How do you know you are in love?

2008-01-11T14:24:00.000+08:00

well....

when you look at a girl... she may be even someone you have known for years and years and years.... suddenly a bulb burns somewhere and everything looks brighter... and you will hear the sounds of bells...

and that is when you propose to her...

P.S. Same thing applies to girls as well...

http://youtube.com/watch?v=CYscvUOtuNg

How Does One Fill Emptiness?

2008-01-11T12:16:00.001+08:00

I am sitting at the office , missing someone who has transferred out of this place, My One True Love, like mad and crazy and eating dark chocolates from metro.

My One True Love, my love whom i have lost forever and ever...

Incidentally - my one true love is not to be confused with Love of my Life, Joy of my Life, Light in My Eyes or Song in My Heart. Roles are temperory and are subject to change without prior notice.

I DO have some positions open and available.

Any takers?

New Port Beach...

2008-01-10T15:44:00.000+08:00

How do I miss thee?

Let me count the ways.

I miss thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I miss thee to the level of everyday's

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I miss thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I miss thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I miss thee with a passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I miss thee with a heart I seemed to lose

With my lost saints,

--- I miss thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life!

--- and, if God Willed for it to be,

I shall but miss thee better after death.

The Mad Hatter.

2008-01-09T18:22:00.001+08:00

Twinkle, twinkle little bat

How I wonder what you're at

Up above the world you fly

Like a tea tray in the sky.

Twinkle, twinkle little twinkle

You dont speak but slowly twinkle

Twinkle, twinkle twinkle twinkle

Little bee, Twinkle Twinkle

I'm so glad it isnt meeeeeeeeeeee...............

Did you know I have a thing for the Mad Hatter???

Hare: WHY didnt you report this sooner, Hattie?

MH : I overslept!

MH : And now... for a little encore I'd like to do a song called " auntie's wooden leg"!!!!!

free time?? WHAT free time??? :)

2008-01-08T15:54:00.000+08:00

I love to listen to good music, music is something that is always playing in the house, or otherwise, I am singing to myself softly as I do my work...

I love to watch good movies, - sometimes great action movies with a lot of car chases and guns shooting and people fight and yet some other times funny comedies or girlie movies which will make me cry!

I love reading books that make me think and maybe sometimes cry, - I am re-reading the book by harper lee called " to kill a mockingbird" now and it always makes me cry... in the end it is so sweet and sad and the tears just come to my eyes and i cry and cry as though my heart will break... - you see I dont allow ANYTHING to make me cry and if i DO somehow start to cry, I cry with my whole heart for everything I had been saving up the tears for...

Oh and cooking, I love to cook... I can make indian , and western and sometimes I like to bake as well...scones and cakes and muffins..

I also like to just walk around town - window shopping, and sometimes I like to go to see the museum exhibits to see if there are anything new, worthwhile to see and find out about... Since I love history and read up lots about south east asian and asian history, I love talking about it too and love to see new exhibits.. the same way also about the art museums..

and what about nature and photography, since I am a long distance walker - i can walk for up to ten kilometres if i have the time, i love to walk around the botanical gardens and look at all the trees and flowers.. it is a place which is very close to my heart and I love to take the pictures of the natural scenes. The air around the park is somehow addictive and I love to go there on saturday or sunday mornings, when its still early to calm myself after a week of tiring work. Its very good.

have you ever been there?

Happy New Year, Everybody!

2008-01-03T16:07:00.000+08:00

Happy new year , everybody!

I am trying to get my pictures downloaded from my new camera, and simply cant seem to find it. It seems to be hiding somewhere...

The new year has started, I am facing a new batch of pupils this time, some old and some new, and how I miss my sister, Yasmin whom I have left back in California... :(

It seems to be a rough start but let us see if i can get through without much problems... I know somehow I will manage...

This is also a year whereby my hero and boss, Mr Tan Boon Chee has had to go to another school and somehow I miss him too.. so very much. I am not ashamed to say that I asked him for his picture from the school staff photo shoot and I look at it, every day for inspiration and strength...

Oh, I know I can go on without him, but I guess I just need a security blanket, a strong figure I can lean on sometimes, ... just in case.

Slippery Icy Snow

2007-12-18T04:23:00.000+08:00

hmm. - i guess it really must be raining men in california.

2007-12-15T13:46:00.000+08:00

so i was walking around the apartment grounds with one of my sister's friends today who came visiting.

she had never been to heritage pointe so she wanted to see what it was like as compared to her place back in tustin... so i was just all the more willing to show her around.. anything to get out of the house.. its a little stuffy and those of you who know me, know that i always keep my doors/windows open late into the night even.

well anyway.. i digress..

so - at the corner of this place i see a couple of guys loading their bright red pickup. one was really nice looking, the other slightly older. i guess we were talking more than a bit animated like, and they stopped to look at the two of us. i had seen them yesterday too.. they were trimming the grass around the apartment grounds.

my sister's friend was oblivious, i guess she was just happy to have found a new friend - dont get me wrong, i really liked her too - but i guess for me, i am just too conscious and always on the look out for danger, - in ANY form. Living by myself and staying alone and having to be responsible for myself does that i think.

so we pass by these guys and when are almost past them i throw a look over my shoulder - to see the younger guy grin, raise his eyebrows and wink.

George Carlin's Views on Aging

2007-12-06T03:38:00.000+08:00

Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions.

"How old are you?"

"I'm four and a half!"

You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five!

That's the key. You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead.

"How old are you?"

"I'm gonna be 16!"

You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16! And then the greatest day of your life ...

You become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony .

YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS!!!

But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're Just a sour-dumpling.

What's wrong?

What's changed?

You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50 and your dreams are gone.

But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would!

So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.

You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70!

After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday!

You get into your 80's and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30 ; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn't end there.

Into the 90s, you start going backwards; "I Was JUST 92.

"Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again.

"I'm 100 and a half!"

May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!

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HOW TO STAY YOUNG

1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay "them."

2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.

3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. "An idle mind is the devil's workshop." And the devil's name is Alzheimer's.

4. Enjoy the simple things.

5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.

6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person, who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.

7. Surround yourself with what you love , whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.

8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.

9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county; to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.

10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER :

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

A Dream.. No, this is a real one I had which was wierd..

2007-12-05T01:38:00.000+08:00

I dreamt a dream last night.

I was walking in this hilly region, that had a winding road and in front of me were these 2 guys one was tall and blonde and the other not to tall but had long brown hair.

Nothing strange there, I know.

Except the guy with brown hair did not see me. It was as though I was not there. That really didnt matter to me, but somehow I was drawn to look at the taller guy, - something in his eyes.. sad almost, lost.

Then to my surprise these SAME 2 GUYS, while they were still progressing towards me in the same level I was walking on, I saw them - I mean a double of them, they looked like a pair of twins, they even wore the same clothes, - maybe one level down walking a few steps BEHIND me.

Thats when BOTH the taller men ( well actually, that would mean that they were the same guy right?) - saw me and realised that I had seen both sets of people...

He approached me - and walked RIGHT THROUGH me!

Ghosts!?!

And THAT was when I realised that in some bygone era - in some distant past, he had been my mate, someone whom I had been so very in love with...

I looked for him, but no... No one was to be found in that lonely stretch of road..

I was alone.

Come hither look?!?!..... GASP! COME HITHER LOOK!

2007-12-04T01:38:00.000+08:00

You know that incident at the junction of Yale and Walnut the other day...

Then on Saturday night, Yas and I went to the grocery store and she said go get something and I was looking for it when I chanced upon some cantoulopes.. Believe me, .. I DONT like these things. But Yas changed my perspective..

I pick up this melon and sniff it appreciatively and smile slowly to myself.. Thats when I exhale and slowly lift my gaze to see Mr I-am-too-sexy-for-my-jeans who was standing at the deli counter watching me ( apparently ) give me a grin and a wink. GASP!!!

My eyes widen, I drop the melon and I scurry off to find Yas.

I asked her when we got back.. WHY is this happening?? Is this the culture? Like... WHAT?

She says - how come I dont get this kind of thing happen to me? It NEVER happens to ME! THAT doesnt mean I am not beautiful you know... ( Believe me again, my sister is beautiful! ) I think you are doing something unconsciously to attract the male species. DOUBLE GASP!

So the next day, yesterday, we went to Laguna Hills Mall. On my way back from the Bath and Body Works Shop where I wanted to get Hisham some stuff for his wife back home..

I pass by this push cart thing and the shopper there looks at me, turns away and does a double take to look at me again. THATS when I realised what it was that I was doing which was wrong - aka attract the male species, -half closed sleepy eyes, always in a half smile, slightly parted lips - I dont know why they are that way, they are always that way as though I need to breathe through my mouth - and I blinked.

Ever so slowly.

Thats when Mr Shopper cocked his head to follow me with his eyes, like - hmm should I...? Should I?? Or would I get the back of her hand... Do I want to risk that??

So...

It IS me.

my first walk about...

2007-11-30T05:51:00.000+08:00

I took my first solo walk about in Orange County , California today.

I guess my sister, in her own quiet little ways, was feeling that I ought to be walking around, maybe taking a look see at this country that I have decided to visit. Actually , I myself wanted to do that but didnt. I dont know why.

So today I went off on my own.

I waked to the Heritage Park Regional Library. Its a normal library of course. A NOISY library, but a normal library nonetheless..

I asked the lady if there was a map of some kind that I could see.. of Irvine.. the place my sister was staying in and some cross stitch books... She gave me both.

I sat there for some time, looking at some books and browsing through... The cross stitch books i saw were really nice... I can picture myself stitching some of those awesome, awesome designs and using them as pillow cases...

I saw a pond behind the library through the glass - thats another thing.. there are just all these windows and glass things... and NOT the none see through ones.. any tom, dick or harry could walk by and look right through, with NO problems at all... ! hardly gives any privacy at all now does it?? hmm.. - I digress...

So after my fill of books... I head to the back of the building and I see all these ducks and they are resting near the pond..

I took as many pictures of those as I could without being pecked at or chased.. and proceeded to go find the roses I saw when my Brother in Law drove me to the Library that night... aaahhh yes... its always handy to have a cool digicam nearby... i do so love taking pictures..

So then, after my fill of roses and ducks.. I start for home and I stand at the junction of Walnut and Yale - next to the fire station which was next to the library... ( traffic light ) and a pick up truck pulls over.. the guy in it... turns to my side of the street and screams - " HAAEEEEEYYYY BAAY-BEEEE!!!!! MUUAACCKSS "

I turn to look next to me, behind me. Nope.. I am the only one standing at that junction.

Must have been one solid drunk dude, at 1.15 pm - or just plain blind, ( this is when my best friend's saying came to mind ' give you a cow in shorts, you'd find it attractive ', - or simply just that THAT is the American culture.

Welcome to the US of A, baby!

Some Useful Guidelines.. Chanakya

2007-11-26T16:10:00.000+08:00

Chanakya (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275 BC) says : < ~ come on... ask me who he is... >

"A person should not be too honest. Straight trees are cut first and Honest people are victimised first."

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"Even if a snake is not poisonous, it should pretend to be venomous."

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"The biggest guru-mantra is: Never share your secrets with anybody. ! It will destroy you."

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"There is some self-interest behind every friendship. There is no Friendship without self-interests. This is a bitter truth."

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"Before you start some work, always ask yourself three questions - Why am I doing it, What the results might be and Will I be successful. Only when you think deeply and find satisfactory answers to these questions, go ahead."

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"As soon as the fear approaches near, attack and destroy it."

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"Once you start a working on something, don't be afraid of failure and don't abandon it. People who work sincerely are the happiest."

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"The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind. But the goodness of a person spreads in all direction."

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"A man is great by deeds, not by birth."

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"Treat your kid like a darling for the first five years. For the next five years, scold them. By the time they turn sixteen, treat them like a friend. Your grown up children are your best friends.

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"Books are as useful to a stupid person as a mirror is useful to a blind person."

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"Education is the best friend. An educated person is respected everywhere. Education beats the beauty and the youth."

ok ok so i was wrong about some things in America.

2007-11-25T18:26:00.000+08:00

So I land in America on 23rd November 2007 at say 3-15-ish in the afternoon.

I had initially thought that I may be taken away by some people out of some kind of conspiracy and they will not let me through and there you go, I am detained, have my bags searched, have a case built up against me and then again searched physically and also after that humiliated and sent home anyway - without ever having seen my sister after a gruelling 16 hours.

Nothing like that ever happened. The airport reminded me of Old Chennai Airport. It was dark-ish and the floor was still cement. Not a tile anywhere.. In Singapore, the flooring is always carpeted or tiled. I guess that is why we are one of the tops in the longest time.. even our floors are pretty. he he he I digress..

So I queue for my passport to get stamped, and i tell the guy, who looks like a Singaporean Chinese - that this is my first trip. He says - uh-hmm.. and asks me why I was there. I felt somewhat scared, i dont know why. I said, " Well my sister lives here with her husband and kid and I have some vacation time coming and I would like to see some of your state. "

He scans my two forefingers, stamps my passport and lets me go. Just like that. And I ask him, " Uhm.. I am a little lost, so what do I do from here? "

" Just get to the carousel and get your baggage , ma'am. "

Which is what I did.. I walked over and this guy, whom I knew looked Indian and was named Hasan, asked me : " Do you need a porter? " and I said , "Yes."

He picks my baggage and off we go a short distance. He asks me if I have any food and I say " yes" , he asked me if they were live plants, meat and something else, I said "no" and he said good, just follow me, THAT is what they are looking for.

Cool. The customs guy, a latin type guy I think he must have been... asks me: what kind of food do you have ma'am, and I say crisps and he asks me , what is a crisp? and I say , "you know.. chips.. " he then tells me to " have a nice stay" , waves me along... and then ANOTHER latin type guy, whose name I could not pronounce, checks my passort one more time and tells me to have a pleasant stay. And THAT was it.

Wow.

In the plane I had sat next to this American guy who'd been living with his wife and kids in Singapore for a bit. One of the first things he told me was - "DONT TRUST ANYONE. They'll take your purse and run." I had thought it was so sweet of him to warn me against his countrymen, but then thought it was a great contradiction as HE, himself an American, was such a sweetheart, who did not say a word, though I suspect I may have slept all over him. But then I digress again..

The weather here is something I would KILL to have back home! WHOO! Its like living in an open air airconditioning system, always at 18 degrees C. I keep looking for this giant see through dome, much like what one could expect to see in a Justice League cartoon to be all around Californian skies and someone was pumping in the air conditioning.

I did manage to get some pictures of some nice flowers here already and let me see how to download them...

Oh , and my sister Yas, drove me to this place called Mervyn's - something like our Seiyu or Metro to let me look at some clothes and stuff. I just cant believe it!

ALL CLOTHES FIT ME!!!! aaaaiiiiieeeeeeee!!!!!

I just look at something, then check for my size and there it is! I think my best friend Nora, would simply LOVE it here! Good Grief!

More comes soon.. hopefully with pictures..

Snow White

2007-11-09T10:25:00.000+08:00

I dont know why...

ever since I have been casted to do the Evil Step mother role in Snow white..

I have been obsessed with how I look...

try again

2007-10-31T18:17:00.000+08:00

An 18 year old Italian girl tells her Mom that she has missed her period for 2 months.
Very worried, the mother goes to the drugstore and buys a pregnancy kit.

The test result shows that the girl is pregnant.
Shouting, cursing, crying, the mother says, 'who was the pig that did this to you?
I want to know!'The girl picks up the phone and makes a call.

Half an hour later, a Ferrari stops in front of their house.
A mature and distinguished man with grey hair and impeccably dressed in an Armani suit
steps out of the of the Ferrari and enters the house.He sits in the living room with the father, mother, and the girl and tells them:

'Good morning, your daughter has informed me of the problem.
I can't marry her because of my personal family situation but I'll take charge.
I will pay all costs and provide for your daughter for the rest of her life.

Additionally, if a girl is born, I will bequeath a Ferrari, 2 retail stores, a townhouse,
a beachfront villa, and a $2,000,000 bank account.

If a boy is born, my legacy will be a couple of factories and a $4,000,000 bank account.

If twins, they will receive a factory and $2,000,000 each.

However, if there is a miscarriage, what do you suggest I do?'

At this point, the girl's father, who had remained silent, places a hand firmly on the man's shoulder
and tells him, 'You try again.'

Save Maami!!!

2007-10-30T18:53:00.000+08:00

So there we were, my sis in law and niece, both of whom I absolutely adore - and I at the Jusco in Tebrau City.

We were walking around for a bit and then had lunch and played in the play area. Farah was jumping around in a trampoline and soon tired herself out.

My sis in law got into a queue for something, and so the baby and I were left to amuse ourselves in the interim.

Farah did a Wendy Wu pose - a classic sign to say that she was about to demolish me in a series of kicks and chops.... Yes- all these take place regardless of the place, or time. I may be dressed in a classic elegant silk saree and Farah in her little silk skirt and blouse , heavily embroidered with gold thread - but when the kung fu lust strikes you - it strikes you, ... you know what I mean?

Well anyway - Farah always wins in her kicking and chopping - I wouldnt have it any way else! ( Oh and the picture feautured on top is not Farah - its Wendy Wu.) So I am defeated and the crown of my head is facing the floor and I am on my hands and knees, waiting for Farah to come and say, " Get up, Maami, Get up!!", which would mean that I could get up and hug her and then spin her round and round and round....

But somehow- she doesnt say what she is supposed to say and she runs to her mom and says to her , " Look at Maami, Aama!" , to which my sis in law replies in a loud voice , " Save Maami , Farah!!! Save Maami from HERSELF!!!!!!"

Hahahahahahahahahahahhaha.

Apparently passersby, actually thought that I was really sick or falling or dying or something and they started thinking - " hey should I help her??"

All in the name of fun. :D

Spicy Delicious Chicken Biryani - Rawuthar Style

2007-10-20T08:48:00.000+08:00

Ingredients-1

½ kg Chicken (with or without bones, cut into small pieces)
2 nos Onion (cut lengthwise)
3 nos Tomato (finely chopped or crushed)
1 tsp Ginger garlic paste
8 stks Coriander leaves (chopped)
4 stks Mint leaves (chopped)
3 nos Green chilli (slit open)
2 cup Basmati rice
3 tbsp Oil
2 tbsp Ghee
½ cup Yogurt/ Ketti Thayir dilute with water to make 1 cup
3 cup Water
2 nos Bay leaf
2 nos Cinnamon
5 nos Cloves
3 nos Cardamon
2½ tsp Salt (or to taste)
2 tsp Red chilli powder
3 tsp Coriander/malli powder
¼ tsp Turmeric powder
1 pinch Orange food color (optional)
6 stks Coriander leaves (chopped for garnishing)
2 tsp Ghee (to finish the dish)

Ingredients-2

¼ tsp Salt
3 tsp Lemon juice
1 pinch Turmeric powder
½ tsp Malli powder
½ tsp Red chilli powder
½ tsp Ginger garlic paste

Wash and cut chicken (with or without bones) into small pieces and marinate for at least half an hour using all ingredients from list-2. In a heavy deep vessel or pan heat oil and ghee together and fry bay leaf, cinnamon, cloves, cardomon along with chopped green chilli, chopped coriander and mint leaves. Slowly add onions while sauteing them. When onions turn slightly brown and crispy add ginger garlic paste, tomatoes , marinated chicken along with turmeric powder, red chilli powder, malli powder and salt. Saute everything until it thickens to a gravy consistency.

While the gravy is still simmering, rinse 2 cups of Basmati rice and drain all water from it. Now add the gravy to the rice along with 3 cups of water and diluted 1 cup of yogurt and mix well. Check for salt and cook them in a rice cooker. If using a regular pressure cooker allow 2 whistles and switch off. Once done, sprinkle food colour and add couple of spoons of ghee along with corrainder leaves and mix carefully without breaking the rice.

Alternatively, you can cook pilau rice seperately and once done, ( you may ask me how to do that too) alternately layer chicken and rice ( 2 layers ) in a presentable dish and microwave or conventional oven in moderate heat for 20 min so as to let the chicken gravy permeate the rice. Mix gently at the table with guests seated. to get the authentic Dhum Biryani.

My Wolf

2007-09-17T15:46:00.000+08:00

His desire is to be a man, but he goes through this phase, like PMS, where he has to eat something - a human being or a sheep or a rabbit or whatever. And because he's in love with Virginia (Kimberly Williams), he wants this to stop. So he sees a psychiatrist and he takes all these books with him wherever he goes.
—Scott Cohen, on his character Wolf

Wolf was Born in the 2nd kingdom. He spent his cub-hood in the wilds of Red Riding Hood Forest. (There is speculation amongst some fans on whether Wolf is or isn't the grandson of the infamous Big Bad Wolf, who tried to eat Little Red Riding Hood. According to the character guide on the DVD, Wolf is actually a descendant of Little Red Riding Hood herself. It is conceivable that one of his parents was the result of the Big Bad Wolf raping Little Red Riding Hood. Although Wolf himself said that both his parents were wolves) Wolf spent his childhood straddled between the worlds of wolves and humans.
Wolf was rebellious in school but managed to excel in track and field events because of his great speed. He is known throughout the Nine Kingdoms for his voracious appetite. Independent, cunning, and aided with a wolf's keen senses of smell, hearing and sight, Wolf has his mind pretty much on either his last meal or his next.

Wolf has been looking out for "number one" ever since his parents were burned to death by farmers; and because of his wolf-heritage, Wolf faces

prejudice from people (farmers, etc.), so he must keep his tail hidden and his behaviour toned down wherever he goes.

To feel "full", Wolf would indulge his wolfish appetite, gorging into blissful stupors (or as he now puts it, "Using Food as a Substitute for Love") and using his "charming" skills to keep out of trouble - until he is incarcerated in the Snow White Memorial Prison for sheep poaching. And even after that he calms down after meeting Virginia for she 'balances' his life!

Recess Time on Tuesdays

2007-09-12T18:45:00.000+08:00

Its Recess time again on Tuesdays and I have to do my rounds in the canteen to see to it that kids dont play rough and no one gets hurt ... well you know the drill...

interesting things happen.. I ought to tell you about it..

something to follow... always..

2007-08-28T20:14:00.000+08:00

For attractive lips
Speak words of kindness.

For lovely eyes,
Seek out the good in people.

For a slim figure,
Share your food with the hungry.

For beautiful hair,
Let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.

For poise,
Walk with the knowledge that you will never walk alone.

People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed;
Never throw out anybody.

Remember,
If you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm.

As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,

Beauty tips......

The figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows.
And the beauty of a woman, with passing years, only grows!

Cheena Thaana!!!!

2007-08-22T06:50:00.000+08:00

People....

the ORIGINAL Cheena Thaana from vasool rajaa mbbs :

This version is the uncensored version. Dont know why they censored it out in India, maybe due to scantily clad girls. lol . So please watch and enjoy, by the way its a remix edition of the song.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=yy2OkE2RH0M

I am a contradiction...

2007-08-13T18:54:00.000+08:00

Am I happy?

No, there still exist things to achieve/possess.

Am I unhappy?

No, there is nothing that I want so desperately.

Am I scared of myself?

No, I can spend so many hours alone.

Am I not scared of myself?

No, I actually do things that scare me hell lot.

Am I sane?

No, I do not know what indeed do I need out of my life?

Am I insane?

No, the world does not call me that as well.

Then what am i?

Perhaps a contradiction…

I Wish I knew...

My Immortal

2007-08-13T15:45:00.003+08:00

I always have some kleenex near by. She expresses herself just how i feel about a lot of things.... i think i was a vampire somewhere in time.. or maybe a vampire loves me...

"My Immortal"

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

[Chorus:]
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

[Chorus]

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

[Chorus]

I am a Bang - Bang.

2007-08-12T18:25:00.000+08:00

Hello everybody.

I am sad to say that I am now officially a Bang - Bang. ( thats pronounced Barng - Barng - the A in it is articulated as how an a would be like in the word ''bad'' and not in the word ''air''... - get it? )

what is that?? what did you say?? WHAT is a Bang - Bang?? well?? its just something that defies explanation....- something or someone that is.

see... you take the first letter in someone's name and add this to the ''ang'' and double it

i.e. : raihana -> first letter "R" , add that to ''ang'' and you get a Rang - Rang... therefore, you try to call everyone whom you dont understand the same way.

so an Andrew would be an Ang-Ang, a Betty would be a Bang-Bang, Catherine is a Cang-Cang, Douglas is inevitably a Dang-Dang, and Frank would be a Fang-Fang and the list goes on...

we dont bother with alphabets like E and O and X and stuff like that cuz its just too much trouble.

so pray tell ... WHERE does this Bang - Bang comes from to associate with ME??

well... a '' Bang - Bang '' just sounds bad, and thats it.

so my bad. i feel bad... i feel terrible.. so.. i am a Bang-Bang.

:(

Blind Strength.

2007-07-30T12:13:00.000+08:00

Arnold Palmer, the famous American golfer, was invited to speak before a convention of blind golfers. He asked the golfers how they were able to determine in which direction to hit the ball. One of the golfers explained that his caddy starts ahead of him with a little bell that he rings as he stands near the hole.

The man explained that he then hits the ball towardthe sound of the bell.Arnold asked how well it worked. The blind man said, "It works like a charm. In fact, if you're game, I'd be willing to take you on for a round of 18. And just to make it interesting, I'll bet you $10,000 I can beat you!"

Palmer was flabbergasted. "Ten thousand dollars? Are you sure you want to risk that much money?" The blind golfer assured him that he was, and the deal was struck with a handshake.

With that, Palmer asked, "What time do we tee off?" The blind man answered, "Oh, at our usual tee time. Midnight!"

We do not necessarily need to be hampered by our weaknesses – we just needto know how to manage them and deploy our strengths instead.

Vatral Kulambu - YUM! :P

2007-07-28T14:25:00.000+08:00

Vatral Kuzhambu is an authentic South Indian speciality. Vatrals are nothing but sun dried vegetables, which are added to this spicy, slightly sour lentil gravy. It can be made with either one variety or a combination of different vatrals and fresh vegetables. Most popular ones are Sundakkai, manathakkali, brinjal and bitter gourd. Quite easy when you have ready made sambar powder or vatha kuzhambu powder on hand. If not you need to make one and then proceed. (Vatha Kuzhambu / Vathal Kulambu / Vatra Kuzhambu / Vatha Kulambu)

Ingredients-1

6 nos Dry red chilli
2 tsp Coriander seeds
2 tbsp Split red gram (toor gram)
½ tsp Black pepper corns
½ tsp Cumin seeds
¼ tsp Fenugreek seeds
¼ tsp Split black gram
4 nos Curry leaves
1 pinch Mustard (5 to 6 seeds)

Ingredients-2

20 nos Shallots (sambar onions)
2 clove Garlic

Ingredients-3

2 tsp Vatral
1 tsp Roasted peanuts
1 tsp Bengal gram
¼ tsp Mustard
¼ tsp Cumin seeds
10 nos Curry leaves
2 pinch Asafoetida powder
¼ tsp Jaggery (powdered)
¼ cup Gingelly oil
¼ tsp Turmeric powder
3 tsp Thick tamarind pulp
½ tsp Salt (or to taste)

Its always better to make vatral / vatha kuzhambu with freshly prepared spice powders. Here is how to make fresh Vatral / Vatha Kuzhambu powder. Dry roast each ingredient separately from Table- 1 (Dry red chilli, coriander seeds, split red gram(thuvaram paruppu), black pepper corn, cumin seeds, fenugreek seeds, split black gram, curry leaves and mustard). Let cool completely and grind to a coarse powder.

Add small onions and garlic from table-2 to this coarsely ground powder and grind to smooth paste.
Heat gingelly oil, splutter mustard, cumin seeds, curry leaves and sprinkle the asafoetida powder. Roast the Vatrals, groundnuts and Bengal gram along with the seasoning. Now add the ground Vatral / Vatha Kuzhambu paste which was made earlier and fry until the raw smell goes away. This raw gravy could splutter all over, so be carefully and cook on low flame. Use a lid to cover for few minutes, but keep checking to avoid the masala sticking to the bottom of the pan. Add the tamarind juice, turmeric powder, salt and jaggery with 1/2 cup of water. Let cook on low flame for 10 minutes or until the oil separates from the gravy. Garnish with curry leaves and serve hot with steamed rice and pappad.

http://www.spiceindiaonline.com/vatral_kuzhambu

Hey I Like You!

2007-07-24T19:18:00.001+08:00

Hey I like you,

Un Laser Paayum Kannai,

Rome Caesar pol Un Tholai,

Nenjai Urasum Nenjai...

Atho , atho antha punnagaiyaal,

sathaa sathaa ennai saagadiththaai

haiyo haiyo En Penmai Sothikkiraai!

Friends

2007-07-23T11:46:00.000+08:00

I would give a lot to have really good friends like these!

Masks no more...

2007-07-20T19:37:00.000+08:00

Yep....

i think i can do away with all the masks for now...

by the way... look at all my handsome and beautiful little kids!!! arent they WORTH taking off the masks for???

More Racial Togetherness..

2007-07-20T19:32:00.001+08:00

Racial Harmony Day Today!

2007-07-20T19:28:00.000+08:00

Mask

2007-07-14T13:21:00.000+08:00

I have decided today, I am going to wear a mask for the rest of my days.

( Or at least until this morbid, melancholic mood disappears.... the sooner the better..)

music of the night

2007-07-12T08:00:00.000+08:00

Night-time sharpens,
Heightens each sensation...
Darkness stirs
And wakes imagination...
Silently their senses
Abandon their defenses...
Slowly, gently
Night unfurls its splendour...
Grasp it, sense it-
Tremulous and tender...
Turn your face away
From the garish light of day,
Turn your thoughts away
From cold, unfeeling light
And listen to
The music of the night...
Close your eyes
And surrender to your darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts of the life
You knew before!
Close your eyes,
Let your spirit start to soar!
And you'll live
As you've never lived before...
Softly, deftly,
Music shall surround you...
Feel it, hear it,
Closing it around you...
Open up your mind,
Let your fantasies unwind,
In this darkness which
You know you cannot fight,
The darkness of
The music of the night...
Let your mind start a journey
Through a strange, new world!
Leave all thoughts
Of the world you knew before!
Let your soul take you
Where you long to be!
Only then can you belong to me...
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me,
Savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin,
Let your darkest side give in
To the power of
The music that I write
The power of
The music of the night...

so be in LOVE!

2007-07-05T08:13:00.000+08:00

Without LOVE, days are

"moanday",
"tearsday",
"wasteday",
"thristday",
"fightday",
"shatterday",
"sadday".

So be in LOVE Hope you have a lovely day.

The Dream of Endless Envy

2007-07-05T08:08:00.000+08:00

There was a stonecutter who saw a rich man.
Envious of his wealth, he suddenly became the rich man.
As he was travelling in his carriage, it had to stop to let an official go first.
Envious of his status, he suddenly became the official.
As he travelled on, he felt hot from the heat of the sun.
Envious of its glory, he suddenly became the sun.
As he was shining on, a huge dark cloud covered him.
Envious, he suddenly became the cloud.
As he was floating in the sky, the wind pushed him along.
Envious of its power, he suddenly became the wind.
As he was drifting on, he was forced to go around a mountain.
Envious of its strength, he suddenly became the mountain.
As he was sitting satisfied, he felt something chipping him.
Shocked, he suddenly awoke to be the stonecutter he was.

It had all been part of an enlightening dream.

Moral of the Story:

Because we are all interconnected in interdependence, there is no one truly superior or inferior. The way you are in the worldly (not spiritual) sense is fine until you compare. "Contentment is the greatest wealth." The pursuit for gain, fame, praise and pleasure is endless and ultimately pointless as the wheel of fortune (or rather, karma) keeps turning, alternating with their opposites of loss, defame, blame and pain. Together, these are the eight worldly conditions, which we are subjected to as long as we live in this world. The path to happiness lies in being able to cultivate a mind with equanimity, which renounces the worldly conditions, and abides in the Middle Way of balance. Incidentally, it is with an equanimous mind that one is likelier to achieve gain, fame, praise and pleasure. While there is nothing wrong with enjoying being rich and famous, being praised and living luxuriously, one who is wise lives without attachment to the eight conditions and rises above them, realising that True Happiness is unconditioned by anything in the perfect bliss of Enlightenment.

Life in the 1500s...

2007-07-05T07:51:00.000+08:00

The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be.

Here are some facts about the1500s:

These are interesting... Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odour. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the bath water."

Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip off the roof. Hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs."

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying "dirt poor." The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet , so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they adding more thresh until when you opened the door it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway. Hence the saying a "thresh hold."

[Getting quite an education, aren't you?]

In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme, "Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old."

Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could "bring home the bacon." They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and "chew the fat."

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous!

Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or "upper crust."

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a "wake."

England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a "bone-house" and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the "graveyard shift") to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be"saved by the bell" or was considered a "dead ringer."

And that's the truth...

Now , whoever said that History was boring !?!

P.S. I am a keen student of History. It Just FASCINATES me!!! :D

calvin

2007-06-29T19:50:00.000+08:00

It is I who must begin

2007-06-25T11:40:00.000+08:00

It is I who must begin.

Once I begin,

once I try --

here and now,

right where I am,

not excusing myself

by saying things

would be easier elsewhere,

without grand speeches and

ostentatious gestures,

but all the more persistently--

to live in harmony

with the "voice of Being,"

as Iunderstand it within myself--

as soon as I begin that,

I suddenly discover,

to my surprise, that

I am neither the only one,

nor the first,

nor the most important one

to have set out

upon that road.

Whether all is really lost

or not depends entirely on

whether or not I am lost.

~ Vaclav Havel ~

Green Lantern

2007-06-22T21:14:00.000+08:00

In brightest day,

in blackest night,

no evil shall escape my sight,

let those who worship evil's might,

beware my power,

Green Lantern's light!

MY FRIENDSHIP IS JUST LIKE A ROSE

2007-06-19T09:35:00.000+08:00

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*Are we friends*
*or are we not?*
*You told me once*
*But I forgot*
*Tell me now*
*and tell me true*
*so can I say*
*I'm here for you*
*Of all the friends I've ever met*
*Your the one I won't forget*
*And if I die*
*before you do*
*I'll go to heaven*
*And wait for you*
*I'll give the angels*
* back their wings*
*And risk the loss*
*Of everything*
*Just to prove*
*My friendship is true*
*To have a friend just like you*

Promise Yourself

2007-06-18T14:33:00.000+08:00

Promise yourself to be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.

To talk health, happiness and prosperity to every person you meet.

To make all your friends feel that there is something in them.

To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.

To think only of the best, to work for only the best and expect only the best.

To be just as enthusiastic of the successes of others as you are about your own.

To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to greater achievements of the future.

To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile.

To give so much time to the mprovement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others.

To be too large for fear and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

good grief!

2007-06-13T16:59:00.000+08:00

It seems I have found myself a ''lesbian'' masseuer.

How do I get myself into these situations? :(

As you already know.. I am big on self healing and massage therapies and herbal meds.

So I walk to the market place and somehow get attracted to this hdb spa shop that had newly opened.

I try the metabolising massage that promised to improve one's blood circulation.

The girl who gave me the first massage was really good, so I sign on for the package.

And the next girl who happens to give me the massage is overly touchy feeling...

well yes, i know what you are trying to imagine now.. how do you massage a person without touching them?? well... there is the touch of a masseuer, and then there is THE Touch.... you know?? .... you know???

amas veritas again..

2007-06-12T22:10:00.000+08:00

the only wealth i have is a very large heart , full of kindness ( at least people around me seem to think so.. ) that would soothe away all ( or at least most) harm and a mind full of lofty ideas... a kind voice that would sing you to sleep and well.....

i think you could still hear the ocean, sometimes, if you put your ear to my chest. it still feels that empty sometimes..

but i know that my time to share has not come... it will one day perhaps....

i wish i could work a spell that would bring that someone to me.. sometimes, someone whom i keep thinking of really does find me somehow... its difficult to comprehend.. but it happens..

that man, the man whom i know will come one day.. he would have the kindest heart and he would whistle my favourite song.... his favourite colour would be the green of the old leaves and his favourite shape would be a never ending circle, a circle of continuity... he would bring me the odd bunch of flowers from time to time and be someone whom would be able to hear my call a mile away... just like how i know when my closest ones need me..

good night dear heart... wherever you are.... if you are reading this..... do come looking for me.. for i have looked for you and wished for you all my life....

Manggaa Pachchadi

2007-06-11T21:02:00.000+08:00

5 Green Mangoes
1.5 teaspoons of chilli powder ( kaarap podi)
0.5 teaspoons of tumeric powder (manjal podi)
2 tablespoons brown sugar
1 teaspoon salt
2 cups thick tamarind juice ( puli )
2 stalks of curry leaves ( karivaeppilai)
2 teaspoons mustard seeds ( kadugu )
1 teaspoon fenugreek seeds ( vendhiyam)
5 tablespoons oil

1. Cut up the mangoes, ( slightly bigger than bite size) wash and set aside.
2. Heat the oil in a deep pot, ( a wok will do fine) toss the mustard seed, wait to crackle and toss in the fenugreek seeds and the curry leaves. Reduce heat at once.
3. Add chilli powder, followed by tumeric powder. Be careful NOT to let the spice burn.
4. Toss in the green mango pieces and salt. Stir till mixed very well with the spice - give it say 5 minutes.
5. Pour in the tamarind juice and mix well with mango pieces and spice. Cover the pot.
6. Give it the occasion stir, be careful not to burn the mixture. You would know that its done when some of the mango pieces disintegrate ( i TOLD you that you needed to cut the mango into slightly bigger than bite size).
7. Add the sugar now and wait for it to mix and melt into this glorious mixture, which is my very own manggaa pachchadi.

am i a witch...?

2007-06-11T20:02:00.000+08:00

This is the path of all and of nothing. It resides within and nowhere else. Follow your heart, listen to your soul, think with your mind and you will find the road.

A place of magick. A place where :

* Truth yourself and your truth, it is the only thing that will balance your soul.

* Follow your destiny. You will, even if you fight it.

* Be aware of the energies that flow around you, through you and above you. There is no better way to gain control of your potential.

* Realize that to be truly natural, you must accept all sides of your soul; whether you see them as good or bad, black or white, orderly of chaotic.

* Dream, hope, inspire.

* See that everything is connected by the emotions, the energies, and the actions you put into it.

* Understand that which is around you so you don't have to fear it.

* Realize that nothing is impossible, only limited to how it is viewed and understood. Work past the limitations of the few, with the many.

It seems to me that as each day passes, I lose a bit of myself, and live more the way I had written above....

So.

Am I a witch?

manja...???? MOI?? >:)

2007-05-30T12:27:00.000+08:00

i cut my hand today on a pair of scissors..

it bled..... just a half cm, but the blood that oozed out was bright red, a sure sign that i had severed a tiny artery.

LOL!!!!

i know it sounds so severe.. but what the hey, you know I love drama...

i walked downstairs to the general office, scrutinizing the tiny red mark , just at the base of my thumb. The staff there who were doing some collation of survey forms looked at me frowning at my hand... they came to look at it and one of them, Mdm Puneetha said : Jussssttt like a little kid! How did you manage to get a cut THERE?

scissors, wrapping a present i replied, in terse sentences.

she walked over to the first aid box and said , we will fix that in no time...

i walked over to Mr Tan's office and peered in. No sign of him, to which Mdm Rose said : Hah... There... Dia Nak Manja 'ngan Mr Tan. ( Hmm, there, she wants to mollycoddle herself with Mr Tan. )

hmm..... ME??? mollycoddle myself??? do I look like a wounded mastiff that would done sit on daddy's lap and cry over a tiny bruise?? now why do i find that very easy to imagine???

But then , Mr Tan is not my Daddy... he is my boss.

but a WONDERFUL boss is he!

Love....

2007-05-25T22:55:00.000+08:00

soooo.... what do YOU see in the following? :)

*Love*.................................
*Love*.................................
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*Love*.................................
*Love*Love*Love*.......................
*Love*Love*Love*.......................
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....*Love**Love*.......................
*Love*........*Love*...................
*Love*........*Love*...................
*Love*........*Love*...................
*Love*........*Love*...................
*Love*........*Love*...................
*Love*........*Love*...................
....*Love**Love*.......................
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*Love*............*Love*...............
..*Love*........*Love*.................
....*Love*....*Love*...................
......*Love**Love*.....................
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Cross Roads

2007-05-22T18:47:00.001+08:00

Sister Golden Haired Surprise

2007-05-19T11:05:00.000+08:00

Well I tried to make it Sunday
but I got so damned depressed
That I set my sights on Monday
and I got myself undressed
I ain't ready for the altar
but I do agree there's times
when a woman sure can be a friend of mine

Well I keep on thinkin' 'bout you
Sister golden hair surprise
And I just can't live without you
Can't you see it in my eyes?
I've been one poor correspondent
I've been too too hard to find
but it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind

Will you meet me in the middle?
Will you meet me in the air?
will you love me just a little?
just enough to show you care?

Well I tried to fake it
I don't mind sayin'
I just can't make it

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Its funny though....
I think I am the person singing the song
and I am the person the song is about!

I use the hedjaab, and no one knows what colour I am hiding under it... !

And yet, I know (and ) I need to get some things done and to set some things straight... but I never do get around to do it!!

Could someone help me please?

incident at the library this morning!!

2007-05-18T12:36:00.000+08:00

I met two tiny but exquisitely wonderful boys ( whom I found out later was from Annie Seah's P2G Class... ) in the school library this morning...

and this is what they did.

I walked into an extremely quiet school MRL this morning to check with Mdm Ching, the resident Librarian to see if she had any easy readers for the Primary 1, 2 pupils.

Since she was already attending to two kids ( the boys in question ) , she said : "Well , go see the easy fiction shelves and see if you can find any, otherwise call me, I will be around..."

So I went off looking for easy readers... Suddenly I saw two small heads round the corner.. the boys had come up to me and one of them shyly held up to me a Postman Pat book.

So I smiled warmly at them and said , '' Why, thank you boys, I will put this away for you right away."

At my reaction, they gave me a very puzzled look. And I was puzzled at THEIR puzzled look.

I asked them if there was anything wrong with the book and the boy who gave it to me shook his head. I asked them where they found the book and he said the next row of shelves.

I asked them why he gave me the book and he said, '' I didnt want to give you the book, my friend did," gesturing to his friend who was even more shy and more soft spoken than he.

I looked at this second boy and saw that he had a look of slight apprehension, as though he had done something wrong. At once my heart went out to him and to allay his fears, I ruffled his hair and asked him, " This must be a SPECIAL book, so much so you decided to share it with me!"

This is when he responded for the very first time, " We heard you talking to that aunty and we decided to help you look for books that small kids would love to read! "

For the first time in awhile, I stood speechless. " I am Wee Kiat and this is Gavin," said the boy who handed me Postman Pat. I smiled at them as they urged me to follow them to the next row of book shelves and took out one book after the other..

Not all of them were what I was looking for.. But I told them I would take the books anyway since the so eagerly helped me look for them.

The boys did not have to help me look for books. After all, I was a teacher who had nothing to do with Primary 2G, nor had I taught them the previous year. But the boys helped me anyway, wondering what this teacher was going to do with these easy reader books, and how they may or may or not benefit from what she would do.

Chivalry will still live, as long as boys such as these exist.

And that was the incident at the library this morning.

choices... ?

2007-05-17T12:25:00.001+08:00

My new love!

2007-05-14T09:20:00.000+08:00

Yes...

I have a new love ...

And it is true and I DO NOT regret this!!!!

~ POSITANO!

tamally maak ?

2007-05-03T18:12:00.000+08:00

picture a guy... ( cute one of course ) and he sees this girl and somehow he knows he needs to meet her.. maybe talk to her, but he doesnt know how to do it or what to say.

she is aware that this guy keeps looking at her and wants to say something to her but in her own respects she doesnt want to approach him either...

sigh.. its a kind of sweet sweet pain isnt it? you wake up everyday.. wondering if you would see her. wondering if this would be the day that you will speak to her...

I want to spend my lifetime loving you..

2007-04-24T20:35:00.000+08:00

Moon so bright, night so fine
Keep your heart here with mine
Life's a dream we are dreaming
Race the moon, catch the wind
Ride the night to the end
Seize the day, stand up for the light

I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do
Heroes rise, heroes fall
Rise again, win it all
In your heart, can't you feel the glory

Through our joy, through our pain
We can move worlds again
Take my hand, dance with me

I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do
I will want nothing else to see me through
If I can spend my lifetime loving you

Though we know we will never come again
Where there is love, life begins
Over and over again
Save the night, save the day
Save the love, come what may
Love is worth everything we pay

I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do
I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do
I will want nothing else to see me through
If I can spend my lifetime loving you

Singapore in May..

2007-04-16T14:13:00.000+08:00

I love Singapore in May..

Thats when the sun gets really hot, and the grass grows free and profuse.

They cut the grass that surrounds my apartment building this morning.. I could hear and even better smell the fresh cut grass all the way up into my 15th storey apartment. Un-BEEEE- leavable but true.

But then again its raining, right about now.. The smell of the rains carries in the air as well... Its sort of an undescribable smell actually... I dont really know how many people can actually smell the sun and the rain... but I can.

It makes me happy.

And I am happy to be living in this sunny island, lost in a foggy sea.

my fascination with John Wayne

2007-04-11T09:24:00.000+08:00

ok...

Just what is it about John Wayne? I just cant get enough of this man.. ok ok I know he is dead and gone for as many years as i can remember...

but i just cant get enough of him..