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Thursday, October 30, 2008

Rainy Season..

Waking up to the fog in the morning.. Sleeping with the sound of the rain at night.. Shutting down all electrical appliances when thunders and lightnings strike.. Placing umbrellas in the car, on the porch, in the bag.. Wearing rubber sandals or sneakers where ever we go.. Flooded roads, muddy... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, October 25, 2008

High Hopes and Many Limitations

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Thursday, October 23, 2008

Ups and Downs of Motherhood..

I was waiting for the day when you stop breaking things around the house.. paintings on the walls.. missing laptop keyboard buttons.. broken speakers and stereo.. I was also waiting for the day when you start cleaning up your own things.. toys you spread around the TV room.. books you leave on the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Show of Real Life

And he is running to the door saying, "Bye, Mum!" And I speak loudly, "Have you finished your milk?" As he shouts back with a cheeky smile, "I can't fit it in my tummy..", I put a strict face with both arms on my waist And he walks back, grunting, takes the mug and drink the milk in less than 10... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, October 22, 2008

The Lost Heritage ( III ) - Life Goes On

"Thank you, Sir! Please come again.." Nyoman smiles as he pockets the US$20.00 from tourist he just did a silhouette art for, as he is walking back to his little seat in front of his tent on Kuta beach. This kind of money is not much, but at least he does not have problem with any patent holder in... Sign in to see full entry.

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The Lost Heritage ( II ) - The World Is Upside Down

Five years has passed since Nyoman sat with his father on the workshop's porch.. Nyoman reads his mother's letter for the third time with wrinkles on his forehead, "Son, please do not tell your father that I sent you this letter. He has specifically told me not to burden you with this problem, but I... Sign in to see full entry.

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The Lost Heritage ( I ) - The Proud Past

Bali.. an island of arts.. where every body is an artist by birth.. 'SANGGAR UNIK' (Unique Workshop) the sign board says on the workshop's front wall, next to the front door. The workshop is quiet at lunch break. The fresh sea breeze feels warm as Nyoman and his father sit on the workshop's porch... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Listen to The Wind

Listen to the wind.. It will tell you what I feel It will whisper to you my story The journey of my heart learning to feel Listen to the wind.. You will hear it brushing the leaves on the trees You will hear it blowing musical tune around the rocks A song about all changes in this world that are not... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, October 20, 2008

Numbers..

As if they are from out of this world.. Strangers to us.. Sometimes even enemies of our lives.. We growl when we look at rising up grocery prices.. We shouted when we read our credit card statement.. We cry when our salary increase doesn't match price increase.. As if they could speak to some... Sign in to see full entry.

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The Sky Before Night Falls

Orange.. Red.. Brown.. That is how the sky changes colour before night falls That is the sight that can make me forget the rush of the day And slowly calms me down to the nightfall pace Orange.. Red.. Brown.. If you happen to be sitting on the beach You would be stilled by the movement of the sun... Sign in to see full entry.

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