Happy Sunday

Happy Sunday ...

finding another stall selling yong tau fu noodle, though in another place.

(But not as good though as the one with long queue in Chinatown.)

Happy Sunday ...

Giving the annual bath to the bears, doggie and koala bear, seeing them emerge clean and back to original colours.

Then having mee sua, with meat balls and liver, for lunch.

Happy Sunday ...

gardening, seeing the plants grow, pottering around, as the koi swam close, mouths wide open.

Happy Sunday ...

sipping tea, slurping soft-boiled egg, nibbling on toast bread ... heavenly!

Happy Sunday, restful Sunday, happy indeed!

In a Rut

The beautiful rose, with so much potential;

A blooming bud, blossoming as its petals unfurl.

Will it bloom to its full potential, one wonders.

When it's caught in a rut, its roots held captive in the vase;

its leaves hemmed in.

In a rut, cut off from goings-on around it;

isolated from happenings,

moving further and further from the epicentre.

How to bloom to its full potential?

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spaghetti on a Sunday

Gardens By The Bay ... A November Preview

A brief preview. Together with the World Orchid Conference.

Wide open space. Dome-shaped hothouses with plants, miniature and big, flowers, large and small.

Throngs of people, young and old, going for a look. To enjoy, and partake of the view.

Together. As a Family.

Meeting up, catching up, keeping up with each other.

How've you been doing, my dear?

Time together. As a family.

Growing Up

Why did the doors close on us?

The kiddies turned back. Then they proceeded down the aisle. As they must have rehearsed before.

Then came the bridesmaid. Then another.

Finally the bride and her father.

Memories of a young carefree girl, ever active, always rushing off to her tennis games. Cheerful and friendly.

And a little brother, chubby and stocky, playing basketball, often hitting into the neighbours' gardens.

Now all grown up.

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Dinner

A full dinner.

把江山送走吧

No, no, no.
This doesn't work; that doesn't work; everything doesn't work.
Close this, close that; close everything lah!

Coming up against a wall - give up? Or find a way around it?
Or create another plot? Adapt and evolve.
Everything can't do. Where's the can-do spirit?

不，不，不， 不如把江山送走吧！

A kind of Hush

A kind of hush, all over the kingdom.

A quietness pregnant with loudness,

as the roar of the lion is heard no more.

A kind of hush, all over the place.

Now like any other place.

Without the volcanic passion of conviction,

without the eagle-like far-sightedness,

ready to pounce on fake solutions.

A kind of hush, a kind of quietness ...

... now in hibernation, but ready to be awakened and catalysed.

A re-visit; A last visit

The same windows, the same doors, even the same door knobs. The same steps, the same stairs, the same ambience. The understated old charm, the acquired snob appeal.

Back to the Gilmour Room, five years hence. Five years from the last retreat, the last - and farewell - retreat, before the blossomed plot was given up to a conglomerate takeover.

Five years hence, another farewell, this time of an icon.

Savouring the ambience, indulging in the memories, knowing there be no more privileged access, knowing it's the last visit.

Fare thee well, au revoir, sayonara!

Conclusion to weekend

Brownie with ice-cream. A fitting conclusion to a long weekend.

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Long Weekend

A restful weekend and Monday public holiday.

Time for running errands;

time for swift retail therapy;

time for garden therapy,

arranging pots of plants, spraying them, feeding fertiliser, trimming them for the holiday season ...

time for portering around the nurseries, looking for plant ideas, restful even if exposed to the scorching sun.

Time for a roti prata breakfast, oily but good.

Time out for a cooling drink but the coconut drink was not to be ...

... just some liquid, no coconut ... wonder if we'd been had! =_=

Rose Bear

Adorable bears with rose-patterned fur!

A New Flower

A new flower blooms. A new beginning.