Month: January 2013
Perhaps they are happily gossiping behind us in their very own enclosure.
One here, trying to hide away from us!
Another one here!
Beware! They always come in a pair.
Come on, don’t be as slow as the tortoise!
How many of them are there? Hmm…yet to figure out.
Oops! Is that an octopus or a snake or other thing else?
Are you the octopus or an “automated push button”?
Are there anymore?
Most probably the Tiger has escaped in the bush!
When spring arrives and visits my Secret Garden this morning. I am enchanted as it sprinkles his hand to fertile us.
Some may take it one at a time.
Some may take a bigger share and keep it for rainy days.
Some may not be able to catch it on time.
Some can’t even feel it at all.
Some sobbed and are moved by the divine touch.
Some are just glad with their given portion.
Some are overflow with it.
Some stick out their neck day and night begging for the mercy of nature.
Yelling out, “Here, here, we are here!”
Then, they are stretching out each and every day, taller and taller, higher and higher!
All these are happening in my Secret Garden.
Sydney share with you.
Before listen to their conversation, please check your Birth year below and zoom into which animal you belongs to.
Year of Rat
Year of Ox
Year of Tiger
Year of Rabbit
Year Of Dragon
Year of Snake
Year of Horse
Year of Goat
Year of Monkey
Year of Rooster
Year of Dog
Year of Pig
Hope the resolution is fine to you! If you can’t see it clearly, this might be your another kind of luck too!
Sydney believes luck, is all in you!
And this is just a fairy tour!
This is the place for holding the prayer for the deceased and the tablets. My parents are somewhere at the left near the front.
But strangely, I couldn’t see them!
I walked to the back yard, saw a young papaya tree waved and said hello to me.
And walked further, asked Phalaenopsis,” where are my parents?”
She just smiled at me in return.
I asked the pearl drop, do you know where are my dearest parents?
I approached the aging bench.
I feel a balmy and gentle hand pat on my shoulder, and I looked up.
I saw daylight resting on the leaves. I saw them!
Dad and Mom said:” son, not to worry about us! We have friends, many friends here! You should take good care of yourself and live meaningfully each day!”
I kept nodding in sob.
Raindrops witnessed and shared with me this moment.
My dearest Dad and Mom, I missed you!
Once again, I am talking about the old days and my sweet and sour story. I beg your pardon for the continuation of this part two of my old house kitchen.
Back to the olden days again, to own a refrigerator is like owning an expensive continental car. We have a special cabinet designed to store the unconsumed balance foods for the next day as foods are precious and we can’t afford to throw it away.
The design allows air ventilation so that food will not turn foul easily in this humid climate. The netting also keeps away flies and other insects for sharing the food. The legs were supported with bowls filled up with water sprinkled with kerosene or salts to deter ants from entering the food cabinet.
Well, some ants still managed to swim over to the flourish land in exchange with some number of drowning incidents!
Some of the cabinet compartments came without doors for storage of bowls and plates etc. It’s is easy to pick up whatever you want just at a glance!
Offering prayers to stove god, Vesta is also quite a tradition among the Cantonese here. The altar is always placed on the ground in the kitchen area. It is believed that the stove god will protect the owner and ocuupants of the house to have a full stomach throughout the year and guard the kitchen in a safe condition.
Remembering when I was a little child, I fell sick and lie on the floor with my mum by my side. Those days, a family of seven, were all cramped in a one-room flat. I have to sleep on the living room floor left with not much choice. That night, my mum used this straw fan to cool me down and put me in comfort.
I remember clearly I told my mum something from the bottom of my heart. “Mum, I’m okay! I am alright!” Since then, I never forget the story about this kid and his mum and the fan in her palm. This is one fancy memory I have.
In those days where air-cons and electric fans were considered luxury items, to cool ourselves down we either relied on the nature’s wind direction or the hand-held straw fans. This very authentic fan made of straw is one essential item in every household to refresh each individual soul. With the humid weather we are having on the equator, we just have to keep fanning till we reach our dreamland.
This simple light-weigh fan has many usages and it emits fragrance of natural straws each time you use it! The Satay man needs it for his wavering stove. Some use it to chase away mosquitoes while some use it to tout business.
Olden days, to express herself more dramatically, grandaunt matchmakers carry it with them all the time. Or most probably is she trying to cover her hard-sell body language on the potentially singles that she is trying to unite?
But for now, it is no longer a drama prop in my house. It has its special role to play in my home. It beautifies a corner of my home and it brings back some warm memories I can’t erase.
While the light beam seeps through the fan, a glow seeps through my heart with reminiscence. I wish I could be the fan in my mum’s hand.
What this simple fan has provided me is not just the precious cool wind, it is the uncountable fanciful days I had with it and going to have with it. Would you agree..?
I managed to extract two informative articles pasted on the inner side of toilets cubicle partition in Singapore Botanic Gardens. The open-concept toilets surrounded with beautiful plants and chirping birds is indeed a good place for inspirations!
2) Do you know the sea coconuts in our local dessert are from the fruit of palm, borassus flabellifer. The male and female inflorescences are born on different plants.
While doing your business, you’ll enjoy the beautiful plants and birds chirping around you. What more, you can enrich yourself with this information. Isn’t it an idea as brilliant as the beaming sun!