It’s a sour, succulent Saturday ( A Senryū)
Lockdown continues,
my neighbour invited me,
to taste his ‘dukung’!
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Another pic came.
Even Eve wouldn’t have resisted,
these ‘forbidden’ fruits!
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Tempted as I am.
No, no, wait till next season.
It’s sour this time!
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by Toh HL, 24/7/2021
We all love compliments. They make us feel good about ourselves and appreciated for our efforts. Compliments can also improve our motivation and general wellbeing. But what happens when your way of getting people to say nice things about you comes off as fishing for compliments?
Since you are here reading this post, I’m guessing you either fish for compliments or know someone who does it and you are looking for a way to deal with them. But do you understand why people fish for compliments? Do you know how to know when someone is fishing for compliments?What does fishing for compliments even mean?
Fishing for compliments means that you try to make people say nice things about you by pretending to be modest about things to get them to disagree and reassure you by giving you praise. It is similar to the actual act of fishing with a…
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Let’s go home
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Tired, weary day,
cars inch all the way in jam.
Setting sun watches.
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Let’s go home – is about a tired weary day at office and being caught in a daily three hours traffic jam all the way home, with the beautiful setting sun as consolation!
That was before several highways were built.
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Can’t see through an acrylic panel?
It was an amusing morning. I sat and watched the frontliners serving clients over the counter.
There were transparent acrylic panels in front of each staff. But, the clients have the tendency to move their heads to the side of the panel to talk to the staff!
Psychologically, it was like “I can’t see you!” or ” I can’t hear you!” through these panel! Luckily they were all wearing masks!
Frontliners at busy counters are like sitting ducks to potential virus carriers!
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Silence by Jeff Flesch.
An
Empty space
Full of grace, and
Solitude
Created
For the multitudes
Of humanity
We each share
In this blessing
Which awaits
A discovery
Upon the recovery
Of our true
Nature
Which is
Quite compelling,
And, yes, often telling
A thing forgotten,
Yet not begotten, no
Rather, a reservoir
Full of light, and
Always delight
So, friend
When it’s time
Look inside
And you will find
A space
Already created
Awaiting your return
So take the turn, and
Reclaim the truth
Of your birth
Silence
Empty while full
Ever so subtle, and
Also quite grand
A paradox, yes
Quiet and also
Powerful, and
Oh so very flowerful
One week post-op! by Glitteryguts
Found this old blog post just one week after receiving my stoma in 2015! I thought it would be great to get it published for any new or upcoming ostomates can have a read! So as all of you are aware, I received surgery a week ago and now have a permanent stoma (ileostomy.) I […]
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Crying tears of joys or pain?
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“Are you laughing or crying?”
“I don’t know. It must be tears of joy!”
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Imagine going through labour pain…
Can pain be funny?
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The two things in the world
we all share in this world
are laughter and pain.
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We’ve all got problems.
The levels of those problems vary,
but we’ve all got problems.
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When you can take things that are
painful and make them funny,
that’s a gift –
to you and your audience.
One, Two Buckle My Shoes! (Poem, a tercet)
One, two, buckle my shoes
the day has yet to come through
a second more, let me snooze!
Three, four, open the door
slumped with backpack on the floor
legs out-stretched to the fore
Five, six, pick up stick
left, right, which is which?
putting them on without a hitch
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At what age, do most kids learn to tie their own shoelaces?
My kids made it at about six to eight years of age.
Velco shoes were an easy alternative!
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The sixth sense of a mother towards a newborn in need.
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The hall was full
of chatters and laughters.
“Shhh…shhh!”
” What.. what happens?”
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They watched the new mother
walked slowly up the stairs,
with index finger on her lip.
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Next, she ran up quickly!
She opened the bedroom door.
Her pint-sized darling newborn,
was screaming his lungs out!
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Was it the high-pitched squeals
or her increased sensitivity to sound?
How many decibels
can a newborn’s cries hit?
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I like this, “…This is the age you are broken or turned into gold.”
I start writing a comment, and what was supposed to be just a simple reply, started to get a life of its own and it got longer and longer -to the point that I was writing a blog post. The old saying
GETTING OLD IS MANDATORY, GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL
brought back memories and so it began. My fingers connected with my brain, and the thoughts started flowing right into the keyboard. The COMMENT got longer and more personal.
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