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Friend (18) – Nature

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English: Nice elderly couple with ear muffs De...
English: Nice elderly couple with ear muffs Deutsch: Nettes aelteres Paar mit Ohrenschuetzern (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

An elderly couple emerged from the early morning mist.  Age in their 80s, sported in their usual casual wear, look washed out with the waves on their face.  Unlike their silvery white sideburns, their energy never slide.  The old man held a clutch in one hand, sustained by the old lady’s feeble arm on the other.  Both look so happy like the desirable cobalt blue sky.

This is my other Friend “Nature”.  He bestowed comfortable, warm and simple affection.  Though they are just a pair of strangers in my life journey, but their presence and silhouettes never ceased to be strangers in my mind.

Few years down the road, the sight is still in my mind so sharp and clear.  No exaggerated manners needed for set off, no gorgeous embellishment required to look good.

The elderly couple emitted fragrance so natural and rustic.  No pretentious smile, just healthy, serene and noble sentiments circulated with elegant simplicity!

With the presence overtaken by events, perhaps both are together in heaven, or perhaps they are still strolling in the early mornings.  But the message my “Friend” had left behind, makes me realized the wisdom of another life, sparkling with crystal clear insight.

Friend (17) – Dream

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Mantis
Mantis (Photo credit: Chausinha)

The afternoon sun brim over the church hall, through the space between the iron railed window grilles.  Looking out from the window covered with climbing morning glories, on the old brick wall parked a small mantis.

This mantis is so small and frail, he leaped while the wind blows, picking himself up over and over again against the wind.  This garden with a pond is surrounded with fragrant flowers enriched with fertile soil, conclusively with this little mantis who was injured through his fall but never succumb to his collapse.

Friends, your name is “DREAM”

Praying mantis
Praying mantis (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

With you, saplings thrive and sprout year after year.

With you, failure is no longer an easy compromise.

With you, the wings of a dream turn stronger.

With you, countenance of the youth loses its silhouette of frustration.  The forlorn feels warm in blizzard nights.

5) Life – Kachang Puteh Man

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I met a Kachang Puteh man outside Peace Centre along the main street.  “Kachang” in Malay means Bean and “Puteh” denotes color White, on the whole it means White Beans.

Kachang Puteh man was an immigrant who came from India during the 50s and 60s.  They are popular among the kids, cinema or amusement park patrons.

Life is a start from scratch.  They are self-reliance and sell beans for a living.  Besides selling beans and nuts, tidbits like prawn crackers, sweet candies are what they can offer too.

The beans varieties were mostly roasted, though some were steamed (like the chicks beans).  All beans in containers are neatly laid on the Kachang Puteh cart. The kachang are wrapped with thin paper folded in a cone-up shape.  In those days, it cost $0.05cents per cone but now I have to pay $1.00 for a cone!

Personally, I have a penchant for the roasted variety which comes coated with a layer of sugar, though too much of it may cost the Tooth Fairy some works!

Kachang Puteh man usually lodged their carts outside cinemas or amusement parks.  In those days, cinemas and amusement parks are standalone buildings and it is easy to push the cart around and start a business.  Unlike now, cinemas are mostly “built-Ins” and run by building’s management.  Renting a ‘peanut’ corner in a building will be costly and affects the Kachang Puteh Man’s income.  Moreover, no outside foods are allowed in the cinemas other than those bought from the cinema’s vendors.

However, Kachang Puteh man are vanishing soon, we don’t see them around more than often, even in our country’s Little India these days.  If you happened to see one, do stop by and patronize, as they may fad off soon.  Now you see it, now you don’t…. In times to come, it does not only leave behind a taste of nostalgia but also the shadow behind our Mr Kachang Puteh man.

7) Chrysanthemum Song / 菊花之歌

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Is just another day

People rolling on the street

Wheels chasing each other

This is the moment we meet

You are in a cart along the city

When I look into your eyes

Let me have a chance to call out your name

Miss Chrysanthemum

You are a whispering angel

Calling my name in the dust

You are a true angel

And I am a true follower

By your side

I rather be a charming face

 

Is just another day

People walking on the grass

Wind chasing each other

This is the time we greet

You are the guardian of the graveyard

When I look into your eyes

Let me have a chance to call out your name

Miss Chrysanthemum

You are a humming angel

Calling my name in the garden

You are a true singer

I am a true prayer

By your side

But I rather be a faithful hand

Friend(16)- Autumn Rain

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This few months, the haze from Indonesia has smog Lion City all over again.  Our smoky heart yearns to see the bright sun and flashing star yet and again.

On that day, through my window west direction, my friend finally arrived.

He came from distant lands, dragging along in his left hand layers of thick dark clouds coming from the mountain.  Trudging in his right hand a large rainy blow.  Standing behind the window, awaken from my sweet drowse, surrounded with the sniff of the immense rain.

With this timely arrival of breeze, I know the rainy season is not far away as it adds ease and bliss to my heart and a little gay.

Friend, your name is “Autumn Rain”.

Rainy Day.
Rainy Day. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Faraway overlooking from my balcony, I evidence your arrival. As the Chinese poem said, “ Rain comes from the wind”. Friend, swinging your sleeves left and right, disperses the dense smoke in our city and dispels mist in our spirits.

Rainfall forms A beautiful Autumn.

Your are not just my Friend, you are indeed a friend to this piece of Land.

My friend, with you the land formats the four seasons, farmers gain their autumn harvest.

My friend, thank you for your attention, and thank you for selflessly nourishing this barren land.

Friend (15) – Silent night

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Moment in the dead of night, my friend quietly visited me.  He brings with him the crystal cold dew with a basketful of blinking stars light.

His name is called “Silent Night”.  It’s tough for one to extricate from his beautiful flow.  Each time at this moment, ignite aroma incense to allow my thoughts to curl in and be shrouded with the smoke between.  With this carefree feeling I put aside the physical and mental troubles.

Silent Night, you soothe all worried faces.  You allow people to put down contradictions and conflicts, put down right and wrong and to lay down social status and class.

Your voice resonates the sounds of nature. It’s a space of emptiness, a palace of the soul for a listening ear.

This is where beauty and ugliness befall.  Right and wrong remain speechless.  Passion and indifference lost its temperature.

Silence is warmly alive at this moment.

Derision and ridicule, power and struggle, settle like dust with no flush.

6) Cactus Song

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Baja California Desert in the Cataviña region, south of Ensenada, Mexico. Saguaro cactus. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I live in Texas my homeland, a desert an untouched ground

I love the sun being my clothes

And I love the sweet, warm breezy blows

With a grouchy cuckoo on my head

No autumn leaves or winter snow

No splashing stream or falling rain

Just an empty Paradise on my own,

With the rocks and stones.

I like to dance in the falling night,

With the cowboys dancing around

That is my homeland, a desert an untouched ground

 

I live in Singapore IKEA my homeland, a concrete desert ground

I love the air-conditioner being my jacket all year round

And I love the halogen light giving me a good shine

With a grocery shopper passer-by

No autumn leaves or winter snow

No splashing stream or falling rain

Just a perfect Paradise within my reign

With my color and little sands deco

I like to sing in my own shadow

With the shopper’s cajoling around,

This is Singapore IKEA my homeland, a concrete desert ground.

5) Forms form my days

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Credit card form – from LP – screen shot (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

How many forms do we have to fill before we call it a day?

Birthday Form, Jab Form and the X-ray Form

Your Childcare Form, your Kindergarten Form and don’t forget your primary school Enrolment Form

Your Secondary School Form, Pre-U Form and University Form

And what about the National Service Form

When you graduate, you got to fill your Interview Form

If you lucky it lasts you forever,

And if you are not so lucky

You got to fill it over and over

One form to another, one form to another

When you got your first pay

You will get your Credit Card and Insurance form

Later part, follow by your Apartment Application Form

And, your Loan Form is on the way

One form to another, one form to another

Form 1040A, 2005
Form 1040A, 2005 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

CPF Form, Medisave Form and your Broadband Subscription Form

What happen if you got a car?

There are many forms to go

And you go for many forms

When your kid comes

Another set of forms begin to go

Until you are six feet down under

Your forms will be filled up by others

One form to another, one form to another

4) Blue collar’s song / 蓝领之歌

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When I push the trolley to collect reuse items

I have to bend myself down.

As the sun is so heavy on me

Hey, call me a Karang Guni

I am A Karang Guni

I work for a bowl of rice with a price

I work from sunset to sunrise

 

When I stand behind the counter

I have to keep up and look neat

As everyone’s eyes are on me

Hey, call me a sales girl or a counter girl

I am a sales girl or a counter girl

I work for a bowl of rice with a price

I work from day to night

 

When I go from seats to seats

I clean up tables and seats

As I am pay to clear dirty seats and tables

Hey, call me a cleaner

I am a cleaner

I work for a bowl of rice for a price

I work from day to day, holiday to holiday

 

When I reach your house steps

I have rubbish to collect

As the garbage is unpleasant to environment

Hey, call me a refuse collector

I am a refuse collector

I work for a bowl of rice with a price

I work from home to home, moment to moment