Boarded the mrt at Paya Lebar on a friday afternoon and I caught sight of this. Oblivious to the surrounding as he sat by the train door, reading his book . Even when the mrt doors open and passengers trouped in and out, with some accidentally nudging him. A sight so rare today. At Clementi he alighted. Alone. I'm sure his mother would be proud of him if she sees this photo of him.
Each time when I pass this place, the same thought comes to mind. What are they thinking of, as they gazed at the caged birds.Listening to their cries of freedom, that men call singing. Are the men unconsciously lamenting on the fact that they, like the birds are one in the same predicament?
The secret in getting the clock ticking faster. Having most columns of the calendar filled with appointments, events, classes, things to do remember, make, attend, return and pay. Of late the house clock is ticking a little too fast.
owing determination 
and competitiveness the athletes are on their events. Definately no child's play. Some may even go on to compete in the Olympic 2012. Not forgetting the volunteers whom many had to work 3 shifts behind the scene to make sure the athletes, officials and the NOC are well taken care of 24/7 till 26th Aug that is.
While waiting for mum's turn, spotted this room somewhere in PGH. All the tools of the trade hanging on the wall. The room where the plaster of paris is casted and removed. Notice the arm behind the curtain.
When at first you don't suceed try again. And again. Youngest 1st attempt on making muffins at home on a saturday afternoon. The 1st batch did not turn out quite as expected. Undeterred she tried again. In my opnion, home econ subject, is both relevant and necessary. To introduce youngsters to the world of "independence". Independent from the constant reliance on ready cooked/fast food/tv meals. It's the 1st step to taking charge of your health, lifestyle and family values. It's just an introduction, the rest is up to them.
Changed into the sarong and the overall, removed all items and sat patiently for her turn. A serbaceous cyst that had gone quite big and unsightly on the right leg. All over in half an hour with a huge bandgage on her leg. Spending the next few days with mum as she recovers from the 3 stitches long incision.
Clarke Quay on a saturday night a buzzing with life. The cool breeze and the many events taking place there. The Food fest on the bridge selling all the favourite local fare and the flea market. A place for youngsters to show off their creativity and also to sell them. As we strolled down the stalls, something caught our eye and made a U turn back. According to the young entrepreneur, she handmade this. After scanning through her delicate/intricate ware, I too picked up a dangling swarovski earring.
After all the reports in the papers, I shudder everytime I'm caught driving in torrential rain. Of sudden floods. Of falling branches and uprooted trees. For the past few weeks, there have been reports of branches falling on cars with one death when a tree uprooted and fell on a moving vehicle. This morning, along my area, I see the NEA/NPark not only prunning the brances but also chain sawing the whole tree up and removing those tall thick trees along the road. Planting new scrawny tree sapling in it's place. Preparing for more foul weather in the weeks ahead.
A board full of thank you notes. She is soft spoken and never fails to patiently explains to me each time I visit her, where and how to place the toothbrush correctly to get rid of that plaque. So much have changed. 20 years ago, if it's cracked, broken or loose, it's gotta go. Now, soothing background music to calm the nerves. The local anesthetic works wonders. Every possible means and ways to prevent the tooth from being extracted and if that is not possible, implanting is now recommended. And so faithfully I visit her every half yearly. It's Dentist day Today.
Recently had dinner at a Little Peranakan restaurant near my home. Ordered most of the all time popular peranakan dishes and waited in anticipation. Then, I glanced into the kitchen opening and I noticed. Just two kitchen staff inside preparing. No sound of the chef tossing his wok nor any sound of a bustling kitchen. Then I realised. Most of the items on the menu were dishes which need only to be heated up. Babi ponteh, ayam buah keluak, ayam rendang to name a few. The vegetable offered were either sayur lodek, sambal timun or rojak chinchang. In other words, no cooking needed. I found this disturbing. Startled when the food arrived in petite portion. Seems like we are being served in a restaurant, paying restaurant price, with reheated food. Will not be going there again.
Drop Dead Diva. My latest wanna watch series. Comedy-drama, taking a refreshing perspective on some everyday issues. Been catching snippets of this series always missing the ending as I doze off during commercial breaks.
An invitation to tea on a friday afternoon? With friends I've come to know while reading each others' writes? A rare opportunity especially when one is back from the States, the other flew in from Sarawak while one made specially arrangement just for this meet. I could not refuse. After the initial introduction, there was no stopping. Chatting, laughing, talking and listening. Amazing how writing could bring us together. SAHM, the ever thoughtful one, even bought us a huge yumyum kueh lapis.Thank You Girls for the wonderful time.
Amongst the huge collection of creatively displayed plants, this caught my attention. A pitcher plant so nicely nestled in the damp of the mossy log.
The Singapore garden festival returns. Visited the exhibition on it's opening day today at the Suntec Convention Centre level 6 & 4. From the previous visit, the flowers and plants can only look fresh and perky for only 3 to 4 days in the week long festival. The varieties of exotic blooms, creative decoration and presentation was just awesome especially the wild orchids and flowers from Australia.
