Saturday, April 17, 2010

sunday still: Potluck

It is unlikely that NASA will let me buy a packet deal to send Ed to outer space, so I arranged a special deal with Sir. Richard Branson. Here you are Ed, Happy Birthday and enjoy!.
Your choice of rockets

Your choice of destination.

Pre-launch party, a whole bucket of lollies.



A Polynesian lolly scramble, so much sugar that you don't need to eat for your entire trip.

I will be at the mission controls so you are assured you won't fall into a blackhole.


We will give you the company of a brave lion, two purple Martian girls, and a fellow astronaut. Don't worry about the lion, he is not the lion that went with Dorothy. The kids will give you a grand send off.

The suit will keep you nice and snug.

Finally when you feel a little peckish, here's some astronaut icecream. The instruction says it is very easy to make.
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Sunday Stills, the next challenge: Potluck

Well since I’m home for a visit with the folks I did’nt come up with anything, so just get out and take some new pics of something fun and interesting…:-)

Happy Birthday, Ed. I am combining this post with Potluck and giving Ed a birthday celebration he won't forget.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Friday Shootout:A Picture that Makes You Smile





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Topic choice for April 16 by Kerry Bliss

A Picture that Makes You Smile

The headache of taxes is now over. The seasons are changing. This week should be easy, fun and painless. Look through photos from your town and pick out JUST ONE that brings a smile to your face. Share it with us; tell us about the picture and make us smile too.
For example this picture, taken by my husband when he was on a field trip with his students, makes me smile. (I know...any picture with a dog in it will do that; really, I'm that easy!) I guess the fact that he noticed this little critter in the doorway--and took the time to shoot the picture--makes it special.


Have fun! I can't wait to see what you share!
Kerry

This was in 1986 just before my oldest, turned two. We were in West Malaysia visiting my in laws. That spring in New Zealand was cool as I recall dressing her in spencers and cardigans.

Coming from a cool spring in New Zealand to a humid tropical Malaysia was a bit too much. She refused to put a top on, and was very tired in the train. After two weeks, she suffered from dehydration.

This photo reminded me of how her sleeping in the train in her nappies/diapers made people smile when they see her. By her side is her teddy bear.

This bear makes me smile. It was hand made by a woman in Scotland. She made it and sold them with proceeds to a charity for children. A friend's(A) friend's(B) friend (C) went to Scotland and was inspired by her kind deed and bought it. C came back to New Zealand and gave it to B.

We went with A to visit B. B was an elderly woman and she gave it to D. It's been 24 years, and D still has it. It traveled with her to Singapore, Malaysia and Australia.

I had been involved with a Charity for Deaf Children in Kenya for 16 years. I now wonder if the maker of the teddy bear had inspired me to do it.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Save the world: Co-existing with wild life


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The monkey on the tree and dropping mango stones unto Christopher's head.
This monkey snatched a packet of biscuits from the children. The monkey held the packet firmly under one arm and with his 3 other limbs zigzagged his way through us and and quick like a flash, was up the tree. I was within reach of his tail but wasn't sure if I still wanted the biscuits.

The monkey came very near to Christopher and Olivia waiting to pounce on the goodies the children were having for their picnic.

scaffolding when my apartment was painted. You can see the vertical stainless railing that the monkeys climbed on.

There were rainforest trees just outside my balcony. The upside, I see lots of exotic birds and monkey jumping on the branches. The downside, monkeys come into the house and steal our food.

We were the first household in Nanyang Technological University in Singapore to have a brush with wild monkeys. When you see our apartment and the tall trees, you will understand why. The University was built on the edge of the city and encroached on the jungles. As more and more land were cleared for housing, the monkeys had no where to go.

It was about 8 years ago, I had just returned with Sam from a shopping trip, and Sam had left his french fries on the coffee table. I was at the corner of my dining room at the computer. Our dining room and lounge opened to the balcony where the trees were just outside us at the 4th storey.

An adult monkey climbed on to the railing of my balcony. Next, he was sitting on the chair barely a metre away from me. I was quietly calling to the children who were upstairs to come downstairs to watch. At the same time, I was afraid that it would attack me as it bared its fangs at me. It then walked to the lounge, sat at the couch and started eating the french fries. After he had finished eating the french fries, it grabbed hold of a canister of roasted peanuts under his arms.

At this time, three little monkeys climbed along the railings. The adult monkey very cleverly balanced on 3 limbs and climbed up the roof of my neighbour's apartment and cracked open the canister.

More monkeys came to join him, and all in all there were eight. I peeped from my stairway watching them enjoying a feast from my peanuts.

I had a nature journal with the university resident's website. Soon everyone knew about the monkeys. This was very interesting to the expatriot community. My neighbours came from all over the world. Unfortunately after the initial curiousity, the residents treated the Macaque monkeys as pest. We couldn't leave food outside on the tables. These monkeys created havoc by stealing our food and tearing orchid flowers apart.

I invited A/P Dr. Vilma for the Nature Society and the university to talk about these Macaque monkeys. The ladies had an enlightened afternoon. Vilma explained the plight of the monkeys and how men had rob them of their natural habitat. The best thing was to ignore them.

The university however, did not ignore them. They trapped and darted them. Oh, how sad, we could not exist with them.

My nieces and nephews went to visit a nature reserve. They went to the MacRitchie Reservior. There the monkeys are no longer living the way they were meant to be. They have become very aggressive.

Here's what my sister Grace wrote of their experience.

"someone had opened a packet of biscuits, before I know it, a monkey had taken the whole packet right under our noses. While the kids yelled, gave chase and Lincoln clapped his hands in the monkeys face, the monkey held the packet firmly under one arm and with his 3 other limbs zigzagged his way through us and ran up a tree. I was within reach of his tail but wasn't sure if I still wanted the biscuits.

Michael was very frightened and tightly held the other packet of biscuits while trying to drink. Angelina with a piece of biscuit in one hand and a cup in the other was fiercely protecting her cap by tucking it under her arm. Thomas got the long drink bottle and told us that if the other monkeys came nearer, he would use it to push the monkeys' heads away. By then, many monkeys came running towards us from far away.

A monkey came up to our feet to pick up the biscuit crumbs. Some watched us at shoulder height from a nearby tree. It was eerie because the monkeys were camouflaged in the tree trunks but we could see their eyes watching us. There were about 5 lining up on the ground 3 feet away from us.

Helen decided to keep the biscuits inside the box but started on the pomelo fruit with Olivia. Helen told Olivia to be careful. I didn't even realise that the pomelo sacs were dropped on the floor until the monkeys rushed over to pick them up. There were lots of shouting and shooing from the kids, Michael started crying............next thing I heard, Olivia's pomelo was snatched from her hand.

I couldn't believe it, here we were lecturing about our food, Jessie verbally abusing the monkey which was enjoying our packet of biscuits. Olivia said it was like a tug and war, and it felt strange when the monkey's fingers touched hers.

It just got really scary because lots and lots of monkeys had turned up and we had to leave.

It was an experience. I couldn't take any photoes of the monkeys lining up in front of us because Michael was crying and Angelina kept holding onto my leg.

A week later when we were deciding where to go for a picnic, Olivia jokingly suggested the monkey park. Thomas said we can't go there, the monkeys will steal all our food again."

For more monkey stories, I will be posting more of these kids adventure with the monkeys at my other site: http://ann-mythoughtsandphotos.blogspot.com/2010/04/outdoor-wednesday-wild-monkeys-in-city.html

Monday, April 12, 2010

My World Tuesday: Pigmy Hippos




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My nephew Thomas got to travel to Malaysia and Singapore for his 5th birthday. Here he is in the Singapore zoo with a pigmy hippo in the background. He doesn't look too happy because the humidity and heat was too much for him.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Sundaystills: Hands


This pair of hands control the sound systems of Mt Albert Baptist Chruch. The hands belong to Thomas, an incredible young man who I have the privilege of knowing when he volounteers with me in the creche

It was the Thai King's birthday, and devotees and royal subjects pray for his health at Rocket park.

This Thai woman has a long wooden pound and pestle as she hammers away to make papaya salad.

Thai monks at the ceremony of the King's birthday. In Thailand, all boys become monks for a period of time. It is liken to the National Service.

Here's Sam harvesting tomatoes. We grew them too late, and they look like cherry tomatoes.

It is handy to know how to sew. I was making wheat heat bags. They are great as winter looms.

Occasionally, I make foods from other places. Here I am wrapping Vietnamese Rice paper roll. You need a delicate hand, and I try my best, as my tendency to be quick and rush through with my work.
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You see the coiled up snake at the corner in my nephew's house in Brisbane, Australia. You need brave hands to solve this problem.

The brave lady from SPCA came and caught the snake. My brave nephew is trying to be Xena's sidekick Gabrielle, is giving her a hand.

The Australian Xena is catching the snake. There are lots of snakes in Australia. I am glad there is no snakes in New Zealand.

Some brave hand took this photo. The poor animal was a rather big possum. Some people in Australia are funny, they let possums live in their attic. No wonder snakes come to the house. I don't mean my nephew, in his case, his house bordered to the bush.

Sam is like a monkey and a spider man. His hands appear to have suctions.

My grand nephew enjoying himself.

Many years ago, a group of kind children, they rescue some puppies. These are their caring hands.

Fancy meeting you here, an Kiwi Artist Wilson in the Mulu resort commissioned to paint Sarawak landscape.

A punan/penan nomadic woman holds her flute while she plays it with her nose in Mulu highlands.

Hands that is cooled down by an ice cold sprit. The comfort the hands have given the head after a loooong hike in a tropical jungle can be seen on his face.
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It's amazing what our pair of hands can do. In some countries like Thailand and India, children are kidnapped and have their hands maimed and then made to beg for this cruel syndicate. My late maternal grand mother who was a devote Buddhist taught us not to emulate this evil people. They will be reborn with a worst fate that they become not only armless but legless as well.

My photos are chosen as they show some of the thing our hands do. The list is not exhaustive, I could go on, but this is a representative.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Friday Shootout: Country Roads


It was towards the end of Winter when we went, there were some holiday campers at Top Ten camping ground. Camping vans are very popular in New Zealand especially with foereign tourists.

This is a ramp where sheep are herd to a waiting truck. Talk of like sheep to the slaughter house. New Zealand used to have 14 sheep per person, now it is 12. This has dropped, but farmers are still rearing sheep as they are hardy animals. The first Sheep were landed in New Zealand by Captain Cook in 1773. The Sheep population grew to 70.3 million in 1982 but has now declined to 43.1 million due to declining profits compared to other types of farming. There are 36,000 flocks of Sheep with an average flock size of 1400.
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This is a model of a Maori boat, or waka. The original Maoris were thought to come from The Great Fleet which forms part of the Māori canoe tradition. It is handed down orally from generation to generation. According to this tradition, the canoes of the Great Fleet arrived from the mythical homeland of Hawaiiki, known as the ancestral homeland, and generally considered as being somewhere in Eastern Polynesia.
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An old sturdy Gents that has last for a long time, unlike the one in Rangitoto. It is still in operation but I decided my bladder could still hold until I found a modern one. Thirty years ago, a lot of the toilet seats are made of timber. The Kiwis claim that it is the best seats in the house, as they are warm in winter. Some house proud householders even have sheep skin covering the seats. What is better than a sheep skin cover!!!!!

New Zealand is a farming country. We pride ourselves to be clean and green. Our sheep carbon foot print is low.

This is in Huntly, it used to be a coal mining town. In the town centre, they have a replica of how their town was founded. Now it has a hydro station.

Hamilton is a city, but they are not ashamed of their background and the surrounding farms. They have a statue of a farmer's family and Daisy the cow. There are a lot of farm machineries. This is where the last Prime Minister Helen Clarke came from.

The following two, is New Zealand for you, for those who are interested in tracking and getting in touch with nature.
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Finally, we saw two donkeys and a very friendly kid.
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Topic April 9 - Country Roads - by Gordon

Country Roads by John Denver

Whether this is spring or summer in your part of the country it should be a good time for us to drive those country roads in or around our towns. Can’t wait to see your photos.

of course your personal interpretation is important so do whatever makes you happy - if your actual country road is muddy pot holes - photos could be very interesting....
did you listen to the John dever song - there can be emotional interpretations also....
GingerV


This song has a special meaning for me. During my class's 28th reunion in 1999, (first one ever,) in Methodist School, Sibu Sarawak, Borneo, we invited our teachers. One of them, Miss. F who lives in Maryland. She was my guest in Singapore before we went to Borneo.

One of the boys sang,"Take me home." Little did we know, West Virgina was Miss F's home when she was little. We were all in tears when she told us about it.

We were all emotional, because these teachers gave up the comfort of 1st world living in USA, Australia, and UK, to come to the third world to teach us. We knew it was unlikely we would see them again as they were in their late 60s and ex missionary teachers do not have a lot of money, needless to say, to visit Borneo again.

Last year, they had another reunion, only one teacher came from Australia. I didn't attend, as flying from New Zealand cost a lot of dosh, which I don't have.

My photos are not of the reunion, but of a trip to the Waitomo Caves in New Zealand last winter.

Thanks, GingerV.