My son and daughter donating blood at hypermarket KB Mall. What about the father? .... Errr... 'Abah takut jarum!!!' (Daddy's afraid of needles). I truly am.. The sight of the needle puncturing my skin and drawing blood is enough to send shivers down my spine with hazy vision... Good deed sonny / dearie...
Saw this at KB Mall. Is there a car model made by Takasima? Or is it just a car sized exercise machine? I never got to the shop place to see for myself..
See you in 2010!
The event was graced by the presence of His Highness Tengku Abdullah; Tengku Mahkota Pahang. Maybe because of his presence, the event became more of ornamentation rather than geared towards heightening of individual devotion to the AlMighty.
This memory was triggered by and entry In Tsue Ahmad's Blog Entry. Though the title was Team work, the photo jerked me back 30 years in time.. So long but the memory still lingers.
I wrote this in her blog;
The trees are shedding their leaves.. Soon cold breezes will be caressing your body and you brace yourself together, hand in the coat pocket, head tucked deep to contain whatever heat from your body and your leasure walk become a fast walk to keep that heat generator working hard. You tighten your scaff around your neck and chin.. Then the trees becomes baren, bracing for winter.
After a few weeks snow starts to fall sleetlike at first. Then the sleet transform into cotton balls dancing as it falls.. You just have to watch the beautiful transformation from bleak coldness to the magic the snow princess throws.. somehow the cold bleakness becomes cold beauties that warms the heart so much... hah!!! the inadequacy of words to describe such contradictions.. the warmth of winter??? But that is how you feel.. your heart dancing to the floating cotton balls from heaven.. Then you just have to rush out, lay flat in the snow... catching them, running and laughing and throw yourself onto the flurry snowfilled ground like there's no tomorrow...Franctically you collect them and start making snowman.. then pose..pose..pose..hey hey.. wheres the sledge?? I want to slide down the slope.... Phew, what it is to be young and enjoy those again..
The first photo was at Hyde Park Leeds where I was doing my Civil Engineering Degree Course. The setting in of autumn was (I'm speaking in past tense because it was a memory eventhough it is still the same in the present) heralded by the recoloring of greens to yelowish, orangish, reddish and brown. The leaves started to fall, littering the ground in multicolored spray of dried colorful leaves.
It is a wonder that dying leaves can look so beautiful... It's not like hilang madu sepah dibuang isn't it? Cant we believe in that, we will always be beautiful and growing old doesnt diminish that??? Wrinkles can be extraordinarily beautiful; how else the artists could paint gloriously beautiful old couple complete with thousand wrinkles.. Photographers too tend to favor the thousand lines of experiences on old person for award winning photos!!! Think of that.. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.. What a wise saying it is..
Before I got lost in reverie, I'll get back to my story.. Then the trees became baren (still in past tense... arent you going to comment on that, Liza???) and the last to go was the grasses.
Third photo.. the advent of winter. Snow started to fall...> Re-read the entry I made in Tsue's Blog above...
Next two photos... Budak-budak Melayu seronok sangat main snow... That's me lying down on a good friend and at the back was an elderly teacher under extended training in UK..
3 days after all the freshly fallen snow settled, the cotton felt snow started to get grainy like the ice from ice kacang. When it got mixed with mud and becomes watery-hard, it lost its beauty. Then walking became a chore, sloshing through the cold snow-mud and all that was left was coldness that seeped in any open space and tried to chill your bones.
It took quite a while before all the snow-mud cleared away. Then the ground and trees was left barren and used up.... beauties all gone.
The next cycle of joy started again when grasses started to grow. With it the spirit of Spring, a new energy slowly awakening inside you as you feel the warmth seeping in to replace the coldness of winter.. Then flowers started to grow. The grasses seemed full of flowers.. I had not seen before such landscape of flowers coming p with spring.. maybe that's why they call the season SPRING.. The flowers just spring up from the beforehand barren landscape after the grasses....
What a memory...
Want to show how you age? The last photo shows how to rad the tree's age via the rings in the x-section. 13 rings means 13 years of age.
The middle photo of the tungsten traditional lamp intrigue me because of the priximity to the light bulbs. Top is just a shot from the Christmas decoration at Mid Valley..
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