When our lives are harried and speckled with moments of disappointments and what seem to be like unending lows and blows ..... then it is time to stop and smell/eat the roses. Or listen and soothe your senses with this.....aptly named "mon amie la rose"..... a song for my mom.....a song for me.
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Mon amie la rose has this arabesque lilts and gasps in Natacha Atlas. This bombshell calls herself the "human Gaza Strip". I would not post it here...too provocative, not in Ramadhan, eh! Francoise's version is the safer one.
05 September 2008
31 August 2008
29 August 2008
sensitivities
A Singapore tycoon pleaded guilty to illegally trying to procure a kidney for a tune of S$320,000. He will probably be punished with a three year sentence in jail but is too sick to be imprisoned.
Another Singaporean, a Chairman of a condominium estate was arrested for unlawfully gluing doors, mailboxes, keyholes of condos of residents.
A timber company in Sarawak thoughtlessly distributed packets of salt to Punan fire victims in Ulu Tatau, Central Sarawak.
Money can't buy happiness...or delicadeza.
Another Singaporean, a Chairman of a condominium estate was arrested for unlawfully gluing doors, mailboxes, keyholes of condos of residents.
A timber company in Sarawak thoughtlessly distributed packets of salt to Punan fire victims in Ulu Tatau, Central Sarawak.
Money can't buy happiness...or delicadeza.
27 August 2008
golf's language
Why should speaking in English be made mandatory for players in the LPGA (Ladies Professional Golfers Association)? Should they be required to speak Korean when they are in Korea? The English Rule, I think, is absurd, and smacks of r.....
25 August 2008
18 August 2008
loving animals
A passion that came late in life for me is one that pertains to animals. This came when Meeza as a toddler would swoon as she sees a cat crossing by and when it became obvious that she loved to linger in pet shops. I was curious and completely enamoured at how my little angel at the age of three would not sleep because a kitty was stuck in some hole in our old garage.
My own childhood differed in a sense that we were not attracted to cats and rabbits as much as our children, nephews and nieces are. Our idea of having pets was staring at lovebirds in small cages and waiting for those pecking moments to happen. And, I would not count those times when we had bats which to me looked like half bodied humans; and the baby python which we found dead after it was provided a rat for food. Apparently, the rat was more of the predator than the prey. We caught frogs and toads and in one attempt, my sister fell down a ditch and broke her arm.
Well, back to this passion found late in adulthood. Though I have never been served foie gras or seen one, I shudder at the thought of ducks being fed through tubes in their necks just for their much prized livers. I lament at the ugly deaths of those stray animals lost on our roads. This passion also comes with awareness of children's books portraying violence to animals. One book which has a deceptive book cover, shows animals being cruel to other animals. This is one part of the book:
Knock, Knock.
"Who's there?", bleated the goat.
"It's me.", said the donkey.
"Off with you, I'm a fighting goat. My two big horns will rip your coat!"
I suppose that teachers would unlikely explain the act of skinning a donkey. My old pre-teaching, pre-parenting self would gladly play with the semantics of it but Meeza would have despaired. The old adage - parenthood changes you - is for real!
My own childhood differed in a sense that we were not attracted to cats and rabbits as much as our children, nephews and nieces are. Our idea of having pets was staring at lovebirds in small cages and waiting for those pecking moments to happen. And, I would not count those times when we had bats which to me looked like half bodied humans; and the baby python which we found dead after it was provided a rat for food. Apparently, the rat was more of the predator than the prey. We caught frogs and toads and in one attempt, my sister fell down a ditch and broke her arm.
Well, back to this passion found late in adulthood. Though I have never been served foie gras or seen one, I shudder at the thought of ducks being fed through tubes in their necks just for their much prized livers. I lament at the ugly deaths of those stray animals lost on our roads. This passion also comes with awareness of children's books portraying violence to animals. One book which has a deceptive book cover, shows animals being cruel to other animals. This is one part of the book:
Knock, Knock.
"Who's there?", bleated the goat.
"It's me.", said the donkey.
"Off with you, I'm a fighting goat. My two big horns will rip your coat!"
I suppose that teachers would unlikely explain the act of skinning a donkey. My old pre-teaching, pre-parenting self would gladly play with the semantics of it but Meeza would have despaired. The old adage - parenthood changes you - is for real!
15 August 2008
mocking
I see round-eyed Spaniards mocking the Chinese. I think it is juvenile, perjorative, and with our history of those Castillian wars, I say, very racist and imperialist!
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