Singing a duet on starry, starry nights
Singing this song and remembering the previous post on starry starry nights.
Listen to my duet on starry starry night here.
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Singing a duet on starry, starry nights
Singing – and a new morning has broken!
Singing – and a new morning has broken!
Had duet with Uncle Choo from Penang and my sister Tan 5147, too!
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The very best part of uncertainty is that I discover a possibility that I can do it!
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It took me at least 50 recordings
before I could record
my favorite song,
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Today, it took me
about three recordings
to post ‘morning has broken‘
after twelve weeks
going through
the processes of uncertainties,
unfamiliarities, and cultures
in the WeSing world!
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Putting myself
as a senior, respected teacher
in the nursing world
to a humble ‘student’
in this WeSing world!
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Quote:
Uncertainty is scary. And the more you try to get rid of the feeling, the stronger the fear becomes.
( I still have to pluck up a lot of courage each time to sing live! )
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Singing: Fraulein- Miss or Mademoiselle?
Singing: Fraulein- MissI or Mademoiselle?
I think I was having flu when singing this song. Therefore, the nasal voice!
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Singing is a hobby.
Many people, adults or kids, patients in boring wards, or during a rehabilitation process, may find singing fun, relaxing, or even therapeutic!
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When I first chose this song, it was because the name, ‘Fraulein‘, sounds nice and attractive.
I was surprised the popularity of this old song could peak a short while after its release.
Fraulein” is a 1957 song written by Lawton Williams. It was Bobby Helms’s debut single on the U.S. country chart. It reached #1 for four weeks. Fraulein became the sixth longest song in country music history to spend over 50 weeks on the country singles chart.
Listen to my duet ‘Fraulein’ with a fellow singer, Charles R. here…
https://wesingapp.com/s/6C1BBD
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As I told Pat…
Singing can be relaxing and therapeutic. I call it another life-long learning skill. I even memorised Chinese ( as I am English educated), Tagalog ( filipino), and Vietnamese characters to sing such songs. It is a self-fulfilling experience. -Chen SP-
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Let the skin breathe!
Let the skin breathe!
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Those days I used to dread
students lining up
to bade farewell during
their long semester breaks!
The Malay girls, especially,
would kiss the back of my hand…
and then, they would plant
their lipstick kisses on my face
despite my protest!
Worse still, they would press
their cheek ( thick with foundation)
on mine during a hug!
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I had to wash my face
after they had left for home.
My colleagues exclaimed,
“You washed your face!
So you have to apply foundation
and make-up all over again!”
And I replied that I don’t apply any
make-up foundation on my face!
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can cause a phototoxic reaction
or irritate the skin, thus making
melasma (dark patches on face) worse.
Let the skin breathe!
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What a wonderful world!
What a wonderful world!
By Toh HL (my former Physics teacher)
My fellow hikers go scampering up the steep incline of Batu Putih once or twice a week, with the intention of staying healthy and fit… And I say to myself, what a wonderful world.
There are many areas of the shore in Tg Tuan, where we have to devise our own plans to avoid getting wet… And I say to myself, what a wonderful world.
We see trees of green, and we know they are absorbing CO2 and generating O2… And I say to myself, what a wonderful world.
We observe the mangrove trees, with its unique breathing roots and prop roots to survive with salt and wind of the sea… And I say to myself, what a wonderful world.
Occasionally, we see gorgeous lotus flowers growing in abundance when we hike.. . And I say to myself, what a wonderful world.
While we were busy hiking, panting n proceeding with caution, we could not help but observe little insects busy pollinating flowers in a symbiotic relationship… And I say to myself, what a wonderful world.
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Duration to write a blog post
Duration to write a blog post
( Senyru poem)
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time to write and read
is all bloggers ĥave in hand
keep it short and sweet
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I usually take an average of 10 minutes to write a short blog post like this one, and up to 30 minutes for those posts that would need more research.
It can take up to 1 week if I decide to do some cartoon drawings with a story.
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This blogger must be very fit and healthy!
This blogger must be very fit and healthy!
Whenever I read blog posts about exercise, hiking, yoga, and dances, my first impression is “this blogger must be a very fit and healthy person!” Reading them reminds me to get up and do some exercises at home if I don’t join the group Tai Chi !
Quotes:
1. Reading is to the mind what exercise is to the body. – Joseph Addison
2. “Take care of your body. It’s the only place you have to live.”- Jim Rohn
Cancer and living on borrowed time?
Cancer and living on borrowed time?
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Cancer used to be
a frightening word!
It still is!
It is like a life sentence…
on borrowed time?
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With advances in science;
surgery, chemotherapy,
radiotherapy, targeted therapy,
hormonal therapy,
if money can buy them,
can we borrow more time?
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Live like there’s no tomorrow. Love like you’re on borrowed time. Always remember, It’s good to be alive.
Jason Gray
“Contact & Connection”
“Contact & Connection”
Today, i read a beautiful message, and i would like to share it with you all. “Contact & Connection” 😊🙏🏻
A Monk of the Ramakrishna Mission was being interviewed by a journalist from NY. The journalist started
interviewing the Monk as planned earlier.
Journalist – “Sir, in your last lecture, you told us about “Contact” and “Connection. “” It’s really confusing. Can you explain?”
The Monk smiled and apparently deviating from the question asked the journalist:
“Are you from New York?”
Journalist: “Yeah…”
Monk: “Who are there at home?”
The journalist felt that the Monk was trying to avoid answering his question since this was a very personal and unwarranted question. Yet the journalist said: “Mother had expired. Father is there. Three brothers and one sister. All married…”
The Monk, with a smile on his face, asked again: “Do you talk to your father?”
The journalist looked visibly annoyed…
The Monk: “When did you talk to him last?”
The journalist, suppressing his annoyance said: “May be a month ago.”
The Monk: “Do you brothers and sisters meet often? When did you meet last as a family gathering?”
At this point, sweat appeared on the forehead of the journalist.
It seemed that the Monk was interviewing the journalist.
With a sigh, the journalist said: “We met last at Christmas two years ago.”
The Monk: “How many days did you all stay together?”
The journalist (wiping the sweat on his brow) said: “Three days…”
Monk: “How much time did you spend with your Father, sitting right beside him?”
The journalist looked perplexed and embarrassed and started scribbling something on a paper…
The Monk: “Did you have breakfast, lunch, or dinner together? Did you ask how he was? Did you ask how his days are passing after your mother’s death?”
Drops of tears started to flow from the eyes of the journalist.
The Monk held the hand of the journalist and said: “Don’t be embrassed, upset or sad. I am sorry if I have hurt you unknowingly… But this is basically the answer to your question about “Contact and Connection .”” You have ‘Contact’ with your father, but you don’t have ‘Connection’ with him. You are not connected to him. Connection is between heart and heart…
Sitting together, sharing meals and caring for each other, touching, shaking hands, having eye contact, spending some time together… All your brothers and sisters have ‘Contact’ but no ‘Connection’ with each other…”
The journalist wiped his eyes and said : “Thanks for teaching me a fine and unforgettable lesson.”
This is the reality today.
Whether at home or in society, everybody has lots of contacts, but there is no connection. Everybody is busy in his or her own world. …
Let us not maintain just “contacts,” but let us remain “connected.”” Caring, Sharing and Spending time with all our dear ones.
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The Monk was none other than Swami Vivekananda.
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A million dollars message…..
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A forwarded msg that’s worth sharing…
Chen Song Ping 