ladies and gentlemen, i bring you, ijot and dayang. tepuk tangan.......
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
boring? no.....
hi.
i thought today will be a boring day. currently, i am attending a course in kapit. luckily, MAMI MAYA JELITA MATAHARIKU is attending the course as well. at least for the next three days, i wil have someone to chit-chat with.
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Tuesday, January 27, 2009
greetings!
here's a shout-out to a former colleague and also a friend of mine MISS NOORAKMARIZAN JUNAIDI. enjoy your work and have a nice day!
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Monday, January 26, 2009
TAKE SKY
Take Sky
by David McCord
Now think of words. Take sky
and ask yourself just why-
like sun, moon, star, and cloud-
it sounds so well out loud,
and pleases so the sight
when printed black on white.
Take syllable and thimble:
the sound of them is nimble.
Take bucket, spring and dip
cold water to your lip.
Take balsam, fir and pine:
your woodland smell and mine.
Take kindle, blaze and flicker-
what lights the hearth fire quicker?
Three words we fear but form:and ask yourself just why-
like sun, moon, star, and cloud-
it sounds so well out loud,
and pleases so the sight
when printed black on white.
Take syllable and thimble:
the sound of them is nimble.
Take bucket, spring and dip
cold water to your lip.
Take balsam, fir and pine:
your woodland smell and mine.
Take kindle, blaze and flicker-
what lights the hearth fire quicker?
gale, twister, thunderstorm;
others that simply shake
are tremble, temblor, quake.
But granite, stone, and rock:
too solid, they, to shock.
Put honey, bee, and flower
with sunny, shade, and shower;
put wild with bird and wing,
put bird with song and sing.
Aren’t paddle, trail, and camp
the cabin and the lamp?
Now look at words of rest-
sleep, quiet, calm, and blest;
at words we learn in youth-
grace, skill, ambition, truth;
at words of lifelong need-
grit, courage, strength, and deed;
deep-rooted words that say
love, hope, dream, yearn, and pray;
light-hearted words- girl, boy,
live, laugh, play, share, enjoy.
October, April, June-
Come late and gone too soon.
Remember, words are life:
child, husband, mother, wife;
remember, and when I’m done:
words taken one by one
are poems as they stand-
shore, beacon, harbor, land;
brook, river, mountain, vale,
crow, rabbit, otter, quail;
faith, freedom, water, snow,
wind, weather, flood, and floe.
Like light across the lawn
are morning, sea, and dawn;
words of the green earth growing-
seed, soil, and farmer sowing.
Like wind upon the mouth
sad, summer, rain, and south.
Amen. Put not asunder
man’s first word: wonder…wonder…
Copyright © 1961, 1962, by David McCord. From Take Sky by David McCord.
Copyright © 2007, "Clouds" by Tauhhid.
GONG XI FA CAI
HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR TO MY FRIENDS,
ESPECIALLY TO TEO FANG YIANG AND LOH SIAU ZEN.
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Saturday, January 24, 2009
A. SAMAD SAID 2
as i promised before, here is the picture of me with A. Samad Said.
Copyright © 2009. Image from personal collection.
Friday, January 2, 2009
a very famous poem
DAFFODILS by William Wordsworth
I wander'd lonely as a cloud,
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance ,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves besides them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
I wander'd lonely as a cloud,
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance ,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves besides them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.