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I have made some wishes in Hong Kong
May all forms of life in the universe be safe, happy,healthy and well taken care of.
May all beings in the air, on land, in the water be safe, happy, healthy and well taken care of.
May all beings be as happy as I am.
Be safe and protected from harm in 2015.
Anniversary Song
We dance in the waltz of flowers
Gliding in the rain
The leafs, the buds, the trees
Thanks to all the lovely faces
Thanks to all bloggers regardless race
Do remember to add grain on earth
This is the song for each and everyone
No candles, no roses, no ballroom chandeliers
This is the song for the earth
This is the song
For the 1 year old of addgrainonearth
We dance in the cottage of woods
Greet by the rain
The stones, the paths and the sculptures
Thanks to all the lovely faces
Thanks to all bloggers regardless race
Do remember to add grain on earth
This is the song for each and everyone
No candies, no popcorns, no champagnes
This is the song for the earth
This is the song
For the 1 year old of addgrainonearth
We dance in the melody of culture
Swinging in the rain
The hills, the gardens and the past
Thanks to all the lovely faces
Thanks to all bloggers regardless race
Do remember to add grain on earth
This is the song for each and everyone
More dancers, more singers, more dreamers
This is the song for the earth
This is the song
For the 1 year old of addgrainonearth
Friend 30 – Raindrops, 雨点
I’m so glad to see rainfall after 10 days of smoggy experience. The rain touches the ground, the colorless water colored the pale and grayish land where we lived.
经过十天的浓雾笼罩，今天终于看到无色的雨点，在我们这片灰土无色的地方涂上色彩。
We smell the nature gratefully. We saw the smiley plants and flowers, and the relief of the concrete floor dancing with smoke.
我们终于嗅到大自然的气息，看到植物与花朵的笑颜与地面上跳舞的水蒸气。
We saw peoples happily hiding under the roof. We heard thunder visiting by the window side, witnessed the birth of rain from the sky.
我们看见人们开心地躲进屋檐下，听见窗外的雷鸣声与雨丝如何从天空里落下。
I felt something moving in my heart. Shouldn’t we realize, shouldn’t we cherish the piece of land we are living?
这一刻，有一样东西在我心里头遄动，我们难道还没发觉，如何去珍惜这片土地？
A 60s song not about Elvis
This is the Theme Challenge set by Omy as a Blog Awards Finalist has to go through. The theme must be related to something/someone from/about 60’s that has inspired us.
And this has been set in line with our 60s Fever theme this year.
This is my post-
Who is calling in the dews and wind?
Who is dancing Go-go and twisting?
Who is sobbing “The End of the World”?
And who is chasing the “Unchained Melody”?
Who is going to Rock and Roll with me?
Who is “Mrs. Robinson”?
And who is the Beatles and Hippie?
Let it be! Let it be!
Let it be a series of sweet,
sour and bitterness of life.
Let’s hug over the songs of the 60s.
Toast to our memories.
Toast to our stories with unstoppable “Crazy”!
Who is calling in the dawn and dust?
Who is playing Kuti Kuti and Masak Masak?
Who is collecting the seeds of Saga?
And who is fighting over the spiders?
Who is counting the 5 stones game?
Who is Mr. Mee Pok man?
And who is the Kachang Puteh and Ice Kachang man?
Good-bye! Good-bye!
Good-bye to a stream of sweet,
sour and bitterness of rhythms.
Let’s flow into the river of the 60s childhood.
Toast to our memories.
Toast to our stories with Kuto Goli
Who is calling in the days and nights?
Who is going Jalan, Jalan at the Pasar Malam and watching Wayang?
Who is walking on the moon?
And who is watching black and white?
Who is the Mattar in khaki shorts prowling on the streets?
Who is the Rediffusion they say can sing, can sing?
Who are Sydney and his Jackson Five?
It’s fine! It’s fine!
It’s fine to be a series of sweet,
sour and bitterness of life.
Let’s cheer over the 60s fever’s life.
Toast to our memories!
Toast to our 60s songs not about Elvis!
“Kuti Kuti, Masak Masak, Kuto Goli and five stones” were referring to the different kinds of 60-70s kid’s games.
“Mee Pok man” is referring to a hawker who sells Mee Pok noodle.
“Ice Kachang man” is referring a hawker who sells Malaysian icy dessert
“Kachang Puteh man” is referring Indian food peddler who sells assorted nuts.
“Jalan Jalan” is referring to ‘having a stroll’ in Malay language.
“Pasar Malam” is referring to ‘Night Market’ where food and groceries were sold along makeshift street stores.
“Wayang” is referring grass root stage theatre in Javanese language.
“Mattar” is referring policeman in Malay language.
“Rediffuion” is referring a cable radio station in 60s era.
Song of the Birdcage
Welcome to my embossed birdcage
It’s engraved with scenery of ivory
Crafted with sweetness of memories
How can I hold it without sharing?
How can I keep a vow within?
So I wrote a song
I wrote a note
I wrote a Blogging post
Birds hear that!
But not wings near that!
Welcome to my antique birdcage
No hanging price tags
No auction gag
Where do we find an old folks song?
When could we build a home sweet home?
Dancing in the wind
Dancing in the night
Dancing with cool red wine
Monkey hears that!
Monkey nears that!
Welcome to my empty birdcage
No more sorrowful songs
No more broken wings
No more contradicting feel of liberty
Where can I find him?
When can I fly with him?
He is not in the room
Not in Google map
Not on files piling up high desk
Can you see it?
Can you feel it?
That is our dream
Our birdie’s dream
A road where a $10 memories are left behind – A gift for all mothers
This is an ordinary road behind my old house next to Canossian Eduplex.
I grow up here since I was an infant. When I was young, my family was not so well-off as my dad was the only sole breadwinner of the family. He worked as a carpenter to sustain a family of eight, this is tough with no further explanations.
For this reason, my mom had to do part time jobs to make ends meet. She did this by fetching and sending neighbour’s kids to schools. Getting a side income of $20 per month is better than nothing.
One day, she gave me $10 out of her precious $20. I was told that was my pocket money. Without much words, I saw an angel full of wriggles stand right in front of me!
It has been more than 30 years. Since then, this ordinary road has never been an ordinary road to me. Till to-date, my angel mom still leave me with so many memories that is priceless.
Today, I step on this gentle ground, seeing things remain unchanged. The rows of landed property; the roadside concrete drain that are over flow with wild plants; an authentic sport ground and most importantly and yearns for my beloved mom. For some, hearts and feelings may have changed. To me, my affection for that moment will forever remained.
Mother’s Day is around the corner. I would like to take this opportunity to thank all mothers. You are the greatest person in the world! Thank you for being the angel shading over your loveable kids with infinite love.
Labour Day Song
Never work for a day
Never heard of 1st of May
A happy fish in the air
A passing cloud in the wind
A standing leaf on the tree
No holiday for you
No Sunday and Saturday
Then what about pay day?
Never heard of 1st of May
But still
I see you on this day
Never work for a day
Never heard of 1st of May
A happy train on the road
A crossing man on the run
A flying leaf in the garden
No shoe for you
No break and no lunch
Then what about pay day?
Never heard of 1st of May
But still
I see you on this day
Never work for a day
Never heard of 1st of May
A happy girl, a lovely face
A passing cloud in the wind
A pointing girl on the street
No parent for you
No working and no schooling
Then what about pay day?
Never heard of 1st of May
But still
I see you on this day
Today is meow meow day!
Today is our rest and relax day! No blogging, so nothing to talk about…
No pole dancing as well!
Shall we go for second round?
Well well meow meow!
Friend (29) – The sweet and bitterness of life
There’s this 5-piece English historical building theme coasters sticking on my kitchen wall for many years. I recalled it’s a gift from a friend some 20 years ago. This friend was a full-time architect and a part-time chorus conductor. I was then a lame singer in the choir.
We rarely talk, not because he is a discipline guy but I guess it’s my introvert personality that fails to break the communication barrier. Not long after I left the choir as I need to spend more time on personal enhancement.
Yet, I was surprised by a surprise. I received a souvenir from him through my sister who is also a choir member. I came to know that he bought me the gift during his Europe tour. As he knew I have a penchant for architectural stuff and he specially choose this theme for me.
I recalled I was stunned and moved by this friendly thoughts. On social ground I should at least give him a ring to deliver my gratitude. But I didn’t, as I wasn’t a person good at expressing myself. Yet, my way of displaying my gratitude is to hang the coasters on my kitchen wall. Everyday, the coasters remind me of this nice, gentleman I’ve met in this lifetime.
Lately, I came to know that he’s facing some upheaval in life. It’s not easy to meet up again, but I’ll like to take the opportunity of this write-up to wish him all the best and have all his good wishes come true. At least, there is also another man like him, who’s always standing behind, tasting the sweet and bitterness of life with another….Be blessed, my long lost friend!
Sick Song
Sydney was sick for the past few days
He couldn’t get himself awake
Conquered by his body ache
Flu attack his nose
Lightning hammer his head
He walks like a zombie
Resting in the daze
He dreamt a lot
Slept a little
Weak, weak, weak
Still, his daily mission had to be conveyed
It’s on the way
Click, click and click…
Click for a day
Sydney was sick for the past few days
He couldn’t get himself rejuvenated
Concealed by outer space virus
Fire attacked his brain
Drowsiness drowning his pace
He talks like a zombie
Resting in the daze
He slept a lot
Dreamt even more
Weak, weak, weak
Still, his daily mission had to be conveyed
It’s on the way
Wait, wait and wait…
If he made any mistake
Please forgive, as he is still on his sick bay
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