Watching silently on a wonderful Wednesday

white and black owl on tree
Silently it watches (Photo by Erik Karits on Pexels.com)

Watching silently on a wonderful Wednesday (haiku)

Silently watching,

the wise owl is listening.

It’s observing you!


Its eyes bore deeply,

into your innermost you.

Shh, not a word, please!



Patience and ‘children’

Patience and ‘children’

The quote below talks about patience and children.

But when the child is a ‘child forever’, a carer’s patience is challenged constantly. And I notice sometimes, patience becomes a beautiful second nature melded together in such parents or carer!

man holding an ipad with a message on a yellow background
‘a child forever’ (Photo by MART PRODUCTION on Pexels.com)


“You can learn many things from children. How much patience you have, for instance.” — Franklin P. Jones, American humorist


“Leisure” by William Henry Davies

Leisure” by William Henry Davies (3 July 1871– 26 September 1940 – a Welsh poet and writer.)

Sunset, ( courtesy of Toh H L)

Toh H L: In my twenties, thirties, forties and fifties, I was busy rushing from one activity to the next. Retirement and especially MCO ( lock down) have slowed my life. Watching the sunset regularly is now a hobby and I am finally appreciating the ever changing beauty of nature and the remaining bit of my life. I want to live life like what the poem Davies wrote:

"What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can,
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare."


The impatient moon

The impatient moon (haiku)

The early impatient moon by TPTan

The moon was out early today. I was so excited that I got both the setting sun and the early moon on this same panoramic page! This is a haiku to describe it!


with the setting sun,

the impatient moon appears

on this very page!



Happy Sunday- when are you coming out to play with me?

Happy Sunday- when are you coming out to play with me?

little girl holding her mom s tummy
Kid welcoming unborn sibling (Photo by PNW Production on Pexels.com)

Baby, baby, when are you coming out?
Will you be my brother or my sister?
I have many toys to play with you!
When will you come out to play with me?



“Babies are the buds of life ready to bloom like a fresh flower to refresh humanity.”
Debasish Mridha


Fitful nights after snake’s visit

Fitful nights after snake’s visit (a Haiku)

After the baby snake’s visit to the female dorm, some endured fitful nights!

In the jungle deep 
the moon's behind trees’ branches 
listen to the night! 

Hoot, hoot, the owls cried 
croak, croak, frogs orchestrated 
don’t wake up the night! 

Beds creaked, torchlights on. 
‘Follow me to the loo please! 
can't hold on longer!’ 
architecture door entrance exit
going to toilet in the middle of the night (Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com)
adorable animal animal world cat
I can’t sleep! (Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com)

It’s a sour, succulent Saturday ( haiku)

It’s a sour, succulent Saturday ( haiku)

Lockdown continues,

my neighbour invites me,

to taste his ‘dukung’!


Another pic comes.

Even Eve wouldn’t resist,

these ‘forbidden’ fruits!


Tempted as I am.

No, no, wait till next season.

It’s sour this time!


by Toh HL, 24/7/2021


A friendly Friday ( haiku)

adorable norwich terrier leaning on enclosure fence
New Neighbour (Photo by Blue Bird on Pexel.com)

A friendly Friday ( haiku)

I’m your new neighbour.

I have just marked my site here.

But it’s on my side.


Master aims poorly.

My bone is thrown to your side,

a friendly hello!


Nature’s recipe: If one is lost and hungry in a jungle, …

Nature’s recipe: If one is lost and hungry in a jungle, …

I saw a post about sashimi. I am not used to eating raw meat or fish. But this nature’s recipe is crawlingly raw! It is palm sago worms which is also known as Butod locally.

To the locals, Sago Grub or Sago Worm is a delicacy eaten raw or fried. These creamy, yellow, and fat worms are rich in protein. They are sold at US$0.25 each (RM40 – 45 per Kg)! They are still a hot selling item in local market.

I saw this picture (below) in my former student’s social media site. I asked for her experience before writing this post.

That brings me to a question. If one is lost and hungry in a jungle, would one try this nature’s delicious delight?


Are our kids matured?

boy and girl sitting on bench toy
MAtured (Photo by J U N E on Pexels.com)

Are our kids matured? ( A Haiku)

Tolerant patience,

the ‘grown-up’ demeanour of

unchildish children

This Haiku reflects how some children mature at different ages. Some earlier in life and some later, which some adults, never seem to!

1. “Youth ends when egotism does; maturity begins

when one lives for others.” ― Hermann Hesse, Gertrude

2. “Maturity is when your world opens up and you realize that you are not
the center of it.” - M.J. Croan

Terjemahan Google ke bahasa melayu Adakah anak-anak anda telah matang?

Adakah anak-anak kita sudah matang?

Kesabaran yang bertoleransi,
sikap ‘dewasa’ kanak-kanak
yang tidak bersikap kanak-kanak

Haiku ini menggambarkan bagaimana beberapa kanak-kanak matang pada usia yang berbeza. Dan ada juga dewasa yang tidak matang-matang langsung

谷歌翻译成中文- 你的孩子成熟了吗?




When some gestures are not what they seem.

When some gestures are not what they seem.

Fish kissing- a friendly or defensive gesture?

I went pass a rest room at an airport. I was so amazed with two fish kissing in an aquarium!

“It is not what it seems. They are defending their territory or food!” said a lady nearby.

I wonder if human exhibits deceptive behaviors like a hidden agenda beneath an action!



  1. “Man is not what he thinks he is, he is what he hides.” ― André Malraux
  2. “Never attempt to win by force what can be won by deception.” ― Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince


Little girl lost

Little girl lost (poem)

This poem is about a little girl lost. Her family was frantically searching for her through the night. Some times people with untreated mental disorders do experience great fear. And his or her fear is very real to her!

little girl lost- illustrated by Chen Song Ping
Wen Li had nightmares.
One evening, missing she went.
The whole family searched in despair
and the whole night spent.

Her dad came back too.
In that dark early morning,
he found entangled – her shoes,
in the undergrowth; a chilling warning.

Huddled under a tree
was Wen Li; mosquitoes-bitten,
with bleeding feet, and hugging her knees;
a terrified, tear-dried, and pale-faced kitten.

How did she walk 
so far away from home?
Both parents could not talk
on why she roamed.

When A Nurse Looks For A Nanny

When A Nurse Looks For A Nanny

My nurse friends and I had our fair share of rejections when looking for a babysitter in the city.

“When you go to do night shifts, who will look after your baby? Me?”

“No way! The last nurse I worked for was a ‘sterility freak’! I had to boil the milk bottles. I must pick up the bottles and teats with chopsticks… cannot touch the milk bottle teat with my bare hands!… You find someone else!”*************************************



“The nurse is temporarily the consciousness of the unconscious, the love of life of the suicidal, the leg of the amputee, the eyes of the newly blind, a means of locomotion for the newborn, knowledge and confidence for the young mother, a voice for those too weak to speak, and so on.”–Virginia Henderson, RN


Fly with the wind!

Fly with the wind!

Depicting scene fly with the wind
Fly with the wind

Cancer took away her only child.

She has withdrawn to her room,

grieving with knees to her chest,

with a sense of impending doom.

Failed motherhood– in her mind.

Her family members persuade,

like pretty ribbons that bind,

with love and compassion conveyed.

Have a key to open your mind,

to release a kite into the sky,

no trees to be twinned,

up in the wind, it’s free to fly!

Being void of pain now,

liberates him… fly, fly freely.

The kite has a blue ribbon bow,

just like it was on his collar, really!

Those cows in the slaughterhouse,

anyone can see, as can a blind,

in those dishes in a coffee house,

reminds her heart to be kind.

Battling conscious against subconscious mind,

blaming with obligations and guilty conscience,

her vegetarian diets and daily meditations that bind,

with humility with reverence…

wishing that he eases into his new journey,

in this vow to her child, post-humously…

So, fly, fly with wind!

p/s: This poem offers a closure to the story ‘A White Lie- about an ostomy‘.

Mr Ponusamy’s kite coasted and fluttered in the sky freely, too, soothing those in need below, in the last few months of his life.

– Serena Chen S.P. @ TPTan –

27 October , 2020

We Are Expecting!

We Are Expecting! by Glitteryguts

Proud Big Brother To Be! Mr.Biggles! Super late in updating my blog on all the news and changes we have had the past few months! As you can see in the picture of our proud boy Biggie, we are expecting our rainbow baby in October this year! This week I am 16 weeks (12/05) and […]

Glitteryguts shares her experience being pregnant and having a stoma. Please read on here at We Are Expecting!

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