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Spoon

Freewriting: Random objects in my kitchen drawer.

I have three teaspoons in my kitchen drawer. None of them is matched. I got one of them from SIA during my flight home eight years ago. I asked the flight attendant to let me keep one. How nice of you, she said, you could keep the fork and knife too. Oh, thank you I said. I’d just want a spoon. I like it very much. Sure, she said.

I have no idea why I like using SIA teaspoon. I like to have a teaspoon in my left hand when I pour the coffee into a coffee mug if I couldn’t find it, instead of getting another spoon I would look for my SIA teaspoon until I find it.

Once, I left the spoon on a napkin on my sewing table. My sewing table bore a a resemblance of wrecked ship when I was working on my quilt project.

My coffee was lukewarm when I finally I found my SIA teaspoon buried under pile of cut fabrics. I had to brew a new batch of coffee. This time I had my teaspoon nearby, cleaned and dried.

Hero From the Past

It seems that the most popular topic on every blog I've been reading for the past two weeks is soccer. I used to be a soccer fan. Somehow along the way the soccer chip in my brain lost its magnetism, I think it was right after Mokhtar Dahari died.  I had a crush on him once. I had three red jerseys number 10 that I wore simultaneously when I went out running, while my best friend Mas was crazy about Abdullah Ali.

We seldom missed any live games at Stadium Bandar Raya especially when MD and AA were in town. We hardly see any Malay girls sitting among the male fans and we always chose the safest  spectators to sit with: Either Indians or Chinese fans. They practically left us alone.

One time we found out the hotel the Selangor team players were staying. We called the front desk and begged for their rooms numbers. The front desk guy gave us four rooms numbers. We choose the last third number. Guess who answered the phone? Santokh Singh.

We heard the noise on the background and asked Santokh who else were in the room. He told us he was in Super Mokh's room. We asked him if we could talk to MD?

"Tak mau cakap dengan saya ke?" Don't you want to talk to me?

"Kita sedang cakap ni kan?" Aren't we talking?

We heard his thunderous laughter.

Then we heard the Super Mokh himself on the other side. "Hello...." Throaty and sexy. Ohh.... my lord, my knees turned into agar-agar lapis - jelly. Mas and I giggled.

"Are you Ana and Mas?"

We gasped. Mas snatched the phone from my hand.

"How do you know?"

"Every month I get two post cards or letters from two girls from Penang, and I figured it must be you."

All those post cards and letters we sent him were congratulations notes or newspaper clips or his pictures.

"You keep all those postcards and letters we've been sending you?"

"Ohh.....yess, I keep them all."

If a girl's chest could burst with honor. That was it. Our chests could have had splattered all over the pay phone booth.

He asked us would we liked to meet him in and the gang at the coffee shop on Transfer Road.

If a girl could die of happiness to meet her hero, Mas and I would have had dropped dead right there in the pay phone booth.

Thirty minutes later we walked into a coffee shop, and there he was my hero Super Mokh, Arumugam and Santokh Singh. Three of them stood up as we approached the table.

Super Mokh extended his hand while R. Arumugam the Spiderman and Santokh pulled two extra chairs for us.

Funny though, I couldn't remember much of our conversation.

We didn't stay long. But one thing I always remember is how respectful he was to both of us. So did Arumugam and Santokh.

Chilling With Mommy

I practically crawling on the damp grass trying to capture the mother duck and her broods. I didn't realize how soothing it was to watch the mother duck communicating with the little ones.

The mother nodded her head, and the little ones nodded their heads one after another. The mother quacked, quacked, and the little ones quacked, quacked. The mother swam forward the little ones followed her except the far left . A little naughty baby duck. Just like us.

The far left baby duck was the most active among its siblings. I wanted to get them all in one shot, but I ended up taking 8 shots and finally the last shot I managed to capture almost all of them.

When I stood up, I had duck shits all over me. But I had one of those stupid grins on my face, the kind of grin you had when you did something that tickled your heart.

Mommy, Wait Up.........

Boston Garden at 8.11  Sunday morning

When Eyes Are In My Hands

I think I almost used up all my senses on Sunday. Not only I ran seven miles with my new camera in my sweaty palm, I saw, watched, looked, witnessed, observed, heard, listened, touched, tasted, wondered and experienced many wonderful things that made me see the phrase, "We are just a drop of water in the ocean" in a different light. I hit my finish line at Quincy Market-Fanueil Hall at6:47 am. I sat on an empty bench and enjoyed the serenity. A few more hours the place would be buzzed with tourists.

Quincy Market

I'll post more pictures in a few.

Check out my Around Boston side. More Standing Bulls pictures.

Season In the Sun

I got myself a new camera as my old one is beyond repair. It is not the camera I want but need and want are two different subjects. It's light and small, fit in my cargo skirts front pocket, the way I like it. I'm still reading the manual try to remember which does what and when. All the standing bulls pics I uploaded I shot with it. Some of them didn't come out the way I wanted it, a little fuzzy here and there.

After the wet weeks finally we have hot weather. Birds are chirping in oak trees outside my living room window. It seems people are more generous to feed the birds and squirel in warm weather. The bread crumbs I left on kitchen window sill earlier are still there. They usually gone after five or ten minutes .

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On the other hand, what are we really afraid off? Obviously some of us are not really the persons we project ourselves to others.

Happy Fathers Day

Seeking for Standing Bulls

Finally I see the light at the end of the tunnel. The story behind the Standing Bulls aka as Cow Parade. 100 life sized beautifullypainted cows  are on display in Boston from June until September. After I left work, with my new camera , I 've found 35 cows so far. Pull the bull's tail.

As My Coffee Is Brewing

I found an inspiring site, First Draft. This is my first attempt before I brew my coffee.

LIST

Brother sewing machine

Two swan-neck lamps

Rainbowheads slim pins, Sobo

fabric glue, clogged at the tip

empty can of spray starch.

A set of unopened binding tapes,

box of  jumbo swirled colored pencils

half cut of wool batting,

an invisible  thread

under stack of tear away stabilizer

four sizes of scissors in an

old crack ceramic coffee mug

bought at Goodwill seven years ago.

Sketches of my latest work and

a scoop of peanut shells

Objects on my sewing desk as this morning.

Transcender

Yesterday, I said something I have not said for a long time, perhaps more than 12 years. You see, I found another 10 gorgeous standing bulls in Copley Square on my way to meet a friend at Charles Street at 6:00 pm.

The breezy evening and the bright sky prompted me to get off at Copley Square stop and walked three blocks to my destination. When I crossed Exeter Street, I noticed there was a row of 6 colorful life size standing bulls. Holy cow!!!! I have to get to the bottom of this. Find the source . Find the roots. What are these beautiful cows doing in the city?

The first thing I did was reaching out for my camera in my bag. As I was adjusting the zoom button the rubber bands that had been holding up the lid of battery compartment snapped. All four of them. One of the rubber bands hit my forehead. Toinnnnkkkk. "OPOCHOT"  My brain didn't make a connection with the word that just slipped from my mouth. I started to laugh when I realized the word I'd just said. I missed hearing opochot.

Anyway my raggedy hand-me-down digital camera decided to end its life. There was nothing I could do. I have to respect its decision. But I'm determined to find out about the standing bulls. Perhaps I'll have a transcending experience when I find the answer. Until I get a new camera then, the standing bulls have to wait.