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| Baby and Giant Fatt Koh. Fatt ah!!! |
Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Pizza for Me
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| Yum Yum Hawaiian Roasted Honey Chicken Meets Super Supreme Vegetarian Pan Pizza |
"Pizza is my favourite food,
I eat it when I'm in the mood.
Chewy crust and stringy cheese,
I need to lick my fingers please!"
Monday, January 24, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Bridge Builder
An old man was going along this way
Came in the evening, cold and grey,
To a chasm vast and deep and wide
The old man crossed in the twilight dim,
The sullen stream had no fears for him
But he turned when safe on the other side
"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near,
"You're wasting your time by building here.
You never again will pass this way.
Your journey will end with the closing day.
You have crossed the chasm deep and wide.
Why build on this bridge at eventide?"
The builder lifted his old grey head.
"Good friend, in this way I've come," he said
There followeth after me today
A youth whose feet must pass this way
This stream that been naught to me
To that fair-headed youth might a pitfall be,
He too must cross in the twilight dim,
Good friend, I'm building this bridge for him."
Monday, January 10, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
The Lotus-Flower
All the heights of the high shores gleam
Red and gold at the sunset hour:
There comes the spell of a magic dream,
And the Harbour seems a lotus-flower;
A blue flower tinted at dawn with gold,
A broad flower blazing with light at noon,
A flower forever with charms to hold
His heart, who sees it by sun or moon.
Its beauty burns like a ceaseless fire,
And tower looks over the top of tower;
For all mute things it would seem, aspire
To catch a glimpse of the lotus-flower.
Men meet its beauty with furrowed face,
And straight the furrows are smoothed away;
They buy and sell in the market-place,
And languor leadens their blood all day.
At night they look on the flower, and lo!
The City passes with all its cares:
They dream no more in its azure glow,
Of gold and silver and stocks and shares.
The Lotus dreams 'neath the dreaming skies,
Its beauty touching with spell divine
The grey old town, till the old town lies
Like one half-drunk with a magic wine.
Star-loved, it breathes at the midnight hour
A sense of peace from its velvet mouth.
Though flowers be fair -- is there any flower
Like this blue flower of the radiant South?
Sun-loved and lit by the moon it yields
A challenge-glory or glow serene,
And men bethink them of jewelled shields,
A turquoise lighting a ground of green.
Fond lovers pacing beside it see
Not death and darkness, but life and light,
And dream no dream of the witchery
The Lotus sheds on the silent night.
Pale watchers weary of watching stars
That fall, and fall, and forever fall,
Tear-worn and troubled with many scars,
They seek the Lotus and end life's thrall.
The spirit spelled by the Lotus swoons,
Its beauty summons the artist mood;
And thus, perchance, in a thousand moons
Its spell shall work in our waiting blood.
Then souls shall shine with an old-time grace,
And sense be wrapped in a golden trance,
And art be crowned in the market-place
With Love and Beauty and fair Romance.
Roderic Quinn
Red and gold at the sunset hour:
There comes the spell of a magic dream,
And the Harbour seems a lotus-flower;
A blue flower tinted at dawn with gold,
A broad flower blazing with light at noon,
A flower forever with charms to hold
His heart, who sees it by sun or moon.
Its beauty burns like a ceaseless fire,
And tower looks over the top of tower;
For all mute things it would seem, aspire
To catch a glimpse of the lotus-flower.
Men meet its beauty with furrowed face,
And straight the furrows are smoothed away;
They buy and sell in the market-place,
And languor leadens their blood all day.
At night they look on the flower, and lo!
The City passes with all its cares:
They dream no more in its azure glow,
Of gold and silver and stocks and shares.
The Lotus dreams 'neath the dreaming skies,
Its beauty touching with spell divine
The grey old town, till the old town lies
Like one half-drunk with a magic wine.
Star-loved, it breathes at the midnight hour
A sense of peace from its velvet mouth.
Though flowers be fair -- is there any flower
Like this blue flower of the radiant South?
Sun-loved and lit by the moon it yields
A challenge-glory or glow serene,
And men bethink them of jewelled shields,
A turquoise lighting a ground of green.
Fond lovers pacing beside it see
Not death and darkness, but life and light,
And dream no dream of the witchery
The Lotus sheds on the silent night.
Pale watchers weary of watching stars
That fall, and fall, and forever fall,
Tear-worn and troubled with many scars,
They seek the Lotus and end life's thrall.
The spirit spelled by the Lotus swoons,
Its beauty summons the artist mood;
And thus, perchance, in a thousand moons
Its spell shall work in our waiting blood.
Then souls shall shine with an old-time grace,
And sense be wrapped in a golden trance,
And art be crowned in the market-place
With Love and Beauty and fair Romance.
Roderic Quinn
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Cherry Blossom
In the cherry blossom's shade
there's no such thing
as a stranger.
The Cherry Blossom's Out
The cherry blossom’s out to brighten city streets
And daffodils all shout that spring is here to greet
The trees, about to burst in bud and leaf and bloom,
That bring us all relief from winter’s hateful gloom.
The cherry blossom’s out and scattered in a drift
All down the busy road, a welcome petalled gift
Resembling winter snow, all soft and white and light
But not so cruel and cold, this cheerful, happy sight.
The cherry blossom’s out, so simple clean and pure
Before it starts to fall upon the road’s rough floor,
But, even in the crush of traffic’s trundling wheels,
Its bloom brings us a blush of beauty, which appeals.
The cherry blossom’s out and floats upon the breeze
Which toys with every branch upon the cherry trees
In cheerful playfulness on this soft, spring-like day,
An early splash of white before the buds of May.
C Richard Miles
there's no such thing
as a stranger.
The Cherry Blossom's Out
The cherry blossom’s out to brighten city streets
And daffodils all shout that spring is here to greet
The trees, about to burst in bud and leaf and bloom,
That bring us all relief from winter’s hateful gloom.
The cherry blossom’s out and scattered in a drift
All down the busy road, a welcome petalled gift
Resembling winter snow, all soft and white and light
But not so cruel and cold, this cheerful, happy sight.
The cherry blossom’s out, so simple clean and pure
Before it starts to fall upon the road’s rough floor,
But, even in the crush of traffic’s trundling wheels,
Its bloom brings us a blush of beauty, which appeals.
The cherry blossom’s out and floats upon the breeze
Which toys with every branch upon the cherry trees
In cheerful playfulness on this soft, spring-like day,
An early splash of white before the buds of May.
C Richard Miles
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Looking Back
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a. Preparation works during the afternoon and before the night. |
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b. Preparation works in the afternoon. |
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c. Opening ceremony, dance and programmes for the night. |
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d. Highlights during the night - Mr. and Miss Freshie Competition. |
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e. Crowning of the winners and finale for the night. |
Saturday, January 1, 2011
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