this is dd's secret talent! I had no idea.. the drawings. Beautiful ! our new home ..
Thursday, 31 May 2007
time
found something interesting today .
a short poem written by my cousin .
our life ruled by a clock .. mental. physical, biological clock ..
boo
tick toc, tick toc
,it is getting very hot,
tick toc, tick toc,
quick, quick, beat the clock
tick toc, tick toc,
hurry now and break the lock
tick toc, tick toc,
i wanna get out of the box!
a short poem written by my cousin .
our life ruled by a clock .. mental. physical, biological clock ..
boo
tick toc, tick toc
,it is getting very hot,
tick toc, tick toc,
quick, quick, beat the clock
tick toc, tick toc,
hurry now and break the lock
tick toc, tick toc,
i wanna get out of the box!
Wednesday, 30 May 2007
my mother
somehow it's just deep inside me that makes me feel that i should do this ..if only i can express myself a little better
a little tribute to my mum
harsh but never meant to hurt
tired ,drained but never fail to care
many problems of her own but never fail to treat my problems as her own
deserves a good break but will never take that way
with the daily grinding difficult to bare, she is one fighter who cares..
a little tribute to my mum
harsh but never meant to hurt
tired ,drained but never fail to care
many problems of her own but never fail to treat my problems as her own
deserves a good break but will never take that way
with the daily grinding difficult to bare, she is one fighter who cares..
a short story
this is a story written by my 11-year old student.. i should be proud of his work. In a way I am. But I just cant help but think about his hidden message... is this a vehicle for his thoughts?. i will never know. for I've left . i wish i could help. but it seems there is this much i can do ... take care my boy .. u are one special child ...
The apple trees
As dawn broke over the hills of the botanic gardens, the farmer climbed into this tractor and switched it on. It spluttered and groaned before roaring into life. The farmer picked up a bag of apple seeds. This particular bag of seeds was very special as the seeds were very special breed of apple trees that produces sweet, juicy fruit and colourful flowers. He sowed them a long huge plot specially reserved for these seeds.
The seeds soon germinated and everyday, they received extra-tender care from many farmers at different times of the day. They also got watered with a nutritious formula for them. The seedlings soon grew into trees.
One of the trees was shorter than the rest as they all were competing with one another for sunlight and nutrients. That tree often got teased by the other trees. They call him names, made sarcastic remarks, whispered bad things about him and were very nasty.
The tree told his only friend, the old barn owl that lived in the little tree. The owl advised him to ignore them and not to provoke them. But the other trees just continued.
One day, the little tree told the farmers that he saw worms in the other trees. When the farmers asked the others about it, they replied: “No, he is just jealous; he is the one with worms!” the farmers believed the other trees. The little tree was so angry that his leaves rustled and his branches cracked.
The next day all the trees were teasing the little tree and making rude remarks. The little tree shouted at them, “My roots are deeper than yours!”
“Who cares about roots, they don’t show right!”
The little tree angrily dug his roots deeper into the soil, feeling determined to show how useful he could be.
Jus then there was a huge storm. A furious wind blew and lightening cracked like a crooked finger across the sky. The other trees groaned in pain. They could not stand up to the storm as their roots were not deep and their trunk had rotted away because the worms ate their trunks, they al toppled down with shouts. But the little tree stood firm as his roots were deep and his trucks healthy.
After the storm, little tree was the only one left standing. No without competition, he grew taller until he was taller then the others had been. His fruit was enjoyed by generations after generations and his leafy branched provide shade for everyone.
As dawn broke over the hills of the botanic gardens, the farmer climbed into this tractor and switched it on. It spluttered and groaned before roaring into life. The farmer picked up a bag of apple seeds. This particular bag of seeds was very special as the seeds were very special breed of apple trees that produces sweet, juicy fruit and colourful flowers. He sowed them a long huge plot specially reserved for these seeds.
The seeds soon germinated and everyday, they received extra-tender care from many farmers at different times of the day. They also got watered with a nutritious formula for them. The seedlings soon grew into trees.
One of the trees was shorter than the rest as they all were competing with one another for sunlight and nutrients. That tree often got teased by the other trees. They call him names, made sarcastic remarks, whispered bad things about him and were very nasty.
The tree told his only friend, the old barn owl that lived in the little tree. The owl advised him to ignore them and not to provoke them. But the other trees just continued.
One day, the little tree told the farmers that he saw worms in the other trees. When the farmers asked the others about it, they replied: “No, he is just jealous; he is the one with worms!” the farmers believed the other trees. The little tree was so angry that his leaves rustled and his branches cracked.
The next day all the trees were teasing the little tree and making rude remarks. The little tree shouted at them, “My roots are deeper than yours!”
“Who cares about roots, they don’t show right!”
The little tree angrily dug his roots deeper into the soil, feeling determined to show how useful he could be.
Jus then there was a huge storm. A furious wind blew and lightening cracked like a crooked finger across the sky. The other trees groaned in pain. They could not stand up to the storm as their roots were not deep and their trunk had rotted away because the worms ate their trunks, they al toppled down with shouts. But the little tree stood firm as his roots were deep and his trucks healthy.
After the storm, little tree was the only one left standing. No without competition, he grew taller until he was taller then the others had been. His fruit was enjoyed by generations after generations and his leafy branched provide shade for everyone.
Tuesday, 29 May 2007
I
am having a meaningful break so far . a very intriguing idea was just mentioned today by my lecturer.
'I' is the shortest possible word.
word is defined as a string of letters put together which make meaning. well in this case it is amazing how 'i' can have so much meaning on it's own ...
'I' is the shortest possible word.
word is defined as a string of letters put together which make meaning. well in this case it is amazing how 'i' can have so much meaning on it's own ...
Monday, 28 May 2007
break
a great start to the break ... must say that i'm terribly inspired by the lecturer..
the dilemmagon problem solver : )
hmm.. problem with phone ..cant transfer pic. will solve it
the dilemmagon problem solver : )
hmm.. problem with phone ..cant transfer pic. will solve it
Friday, 25 May 2007
Wednesday, 23 May 2007
the place
now where will it be ? at least we've got a roof over our heads. we were once contemplating about using the car as the 'roof' and the caltax toilet to help us with our daily needs. i must say it's very clean though... ok . bad idea
a beautiful start
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love this pic .. well it should help to kick start my blog ..day 1 of blogging about my journey to the start of another journey ...
gee it is as if I do have that much time. Well been contemplating the idea of blogging for the longest time . personal diary vs blog . well pictures do speak a thousand words .. just want to keep my memories ( with pictures ) saved, in my new digital world...
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