First torrential rain while alone in this new home. Amid the raging thunderstorm, we lost several trees which had shaded us and beautified our streetscape. Some held firmly to the ground, with fallen trunks or branches in the gusty wind; some were completely uprooted.
The little windmill of floral prints spun fast in the wind at the balcony. We bought the toy for 小雨 over the weekend. She had been holding it against the fan and watch it spin.
The little windmill of floral prints spun fast in the wind at the balcony. We bought the toy for 小雨 over the weekend. She had been holding it against the fan and watch it spin.
A floral toy windmill at the balcony...
Kind of missed my Kirin and 小雨. Guess I understood why the little girl couldn't bear to part with me this morning. It was probably because she wouldn't get to dawdle in school, I thought initially. But I was wrong. Long weekends simply bind a family together.
终于听见 下雨的声音
于是我的世界 被吵醒
就怕情绪红 了眼睛
不舍的泪在 彼此的 脸上透明
♪听见下雨的声音♪, 魏如昀
作词：方文山
作曲：周杰伦
编曲：陈君豪
Today wasn't just Yang on the strider and Yang in the mirror. Someone else was working out on the stationary bike. More of watching a cartoon from the attached TV screen, as she rode leisurely, in a pair of sandals. I blasted 93.3 FM from my iPhone anyway.
小雨 walked over to me for a hug when I was in school to fetch her. I could tell she had a pleasant day whenever she's more loving to me. Despite raining "小雨滴" this morning, as if to herald the impending thunderstorm.
She ate much noodles for lunch, her teacher told me. I should have asked, as I wonder what kind of noodles it was, that could whet 小雨's highly-selective taste buds. I could remember pouring away a saucepan of depressed chicken soup mee sua, of which she barely took more than one spoon. A bowl of kuay teow soup at the restaurant suffered the same fate. She's a milk and soup lover. Hence, we were quite sure the problem lies with the noodles.
小雨 enjoys playing the musical toy more these days, swaying her body and tapping her feet to the tunes. "Sit down!" She pulled me to join her on the playmat, to jiggle along. We got sick of the musical toy and started deflating air bubbles in a bubble wrap. A "toy" which my siblings and I used to fight for, from a box of newly-opened Van Houten chocolates or a tin of Julie's Love Letters during Chinese New Year.
终于听见 下雨的声音
于是我的世界 被吵醒
就怕情绪红 了眼睛
不舍的泪在 彼此的 脸上透明
♪听见下雨的声音♪, 魏如昀
作词：方文山
作曲：周杰伦
编曲：陈君豪
Today wasn't just Yang on the strider and Yang in the mirror. Someone else was working out on the stationary bike. More of watching a cartoon from the attached TV screen, as she rode leisurely, in a pair of sandals. I blasted 93.3 FM from my iPhone anyway.
小雨 walked over to me for a hug when I was in school to fetch her. I could tell she had a pleasant day whenever she's more loving to me. Despite raining "小雨滴" this morning, as if to herald the impending thunderstorm.
She ate much noodles for lunch, her teacher told me. I should have asked, as I wonder what kind of noodles it was, that could whet 小雨's highly-selective taste buds. I could remember pouring away a saucepan of depressed chicken soup mee sua, of which she barely took more than one spoon. A bowl of kuay teow soup at the restaurant suffered the same fate. She's a milk and soup lover. Hence, we were quite sure the problem lies with the noodles.
小雨 enjoys playing the musical toy more these days, swaying her body and tapping her feet to the tunes. "Sit down!" She pulled me to join her on the playmat, to jiggle along. We got sick of the musical toy and started deflating air bubbles in a bubble wrap. A "toy" which my siblings and I used to fight for, from a box of newly-opened Van Houten chocolates or a tin of Julie's Love Letters during Chinese New Year.
小雨 playing with a bubble wrap...
That's our nightlife at home, without the TV.
小雨 sat down on my crossed legs, as we waited in anticipation of the first TV show! in our new home. While Kirin mounted the TV on its stand; while the toy windmill and its shadow spun quietly in the wind, out at the balcony.
Art-in-Yang's-yoghurt tonight: A toy windmill. No buttons to be pressed, doesn't light up, doesn't play a song. It simply spins, quietly, in the wind; Or stays stationary, when the air stands still.
小雨 sat down on my crossed legs, as we waited in anticipation of the first TV show! in our new home. While Kirin mounted the TV on its stand; while the toy windmill and its shadow spun quietly in the wind, out at the balcony.
Art-in-Yang's-yoghurt tonight: A toy windmill. No buttons to be pressed, doesn't light up, doesn't play a song. It simply spins, quietly, in the wind; Or stays stationary, when the air stands still.
Toy windmill, art-in-Yang's-yoghurt #32
白色的風車 安靜的轉著
真實的感覺 夢境般遙遠
甜甜的海水 複雜的眼淚
看妳傻笑著 握住我的手
夢希望沒有盡頭 我們走到這就好
因為我不想太快走完這幸福
很可惜沒有祝福 當愛妳並不孤獨
不會再讓妳哭
♪白色風車♪, 周杰倫
作詞：周杰倫
作曲：周杰倫
A simple toy of an amazing mechanism, that converts the energy of wind into other useful forms of energy.
Of stationary sails set in the mourning position (uppermost sail fixed counter-clockwise past the vertical, like the windmill in art-in-Yang's-yoghurt above), as the remains of Dutch victims from the Malaysia airliner MH17, arrived in Netherlands on 23 Jul.
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My cough always got serious when I tucked myself in bed, under the blanket. So bad that I was coughing every 5 seconds, disturbing Kirin and I couldn't sleep. Glad that 小雨 had drifted into a slumber, deep enough to not hear mama coughing.
It got a teeny bit better when I sat up higher. Coughing at slightly longer intervals - every 8 seconds. Well, the improvement was almost negligible I know, but at least I managed to fall asleep within that 8 seconds, before the mucus pooled and peaked at the back of my throat for the next cough.
真實的感覺 夢境般遙遠
甜甜的海水 複雜的眼淚
看妳傻笑著 握住我的手
夢希望沒有盡頭 我們走到這就好
因為我不想太快走完這幸福
很可惜沒有祝福 當愛妳並不孤獨
不會再讓妳哭
♪白色風車♪, 周杰倫
作詞：周杰倫
作曲：周杰倫
A simple toy of an amazing mechanism, that converts the energy of wind into other useful forms of energy.
Of stationary sails set in the mourning position (uppermost sail fixed counter-clockwise past the vertical, like the windmill in art-in-Yang's-yoghurt above), as the remains of Dutch victims from the Malaysia airliner MH17, arrived in Netherlands on 23 Jul.
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My cough always got serious when I tucked myself in bed, under the blanket. So bad that I was coughing every 5 seconds, disturbing Kirin and I couldn't sleep. Glad that 小雨 had drifted into a slumber, deep enough to not hear mama coughing.
It got a teeny bit better when I sat up higher. Coughing at slightly longer intervals - every 8 seconds. Well, the improvement was almost negligible I know, but at least I managed to fall asleep within that 8 seconds, before the mucus pooled and peaked at the back of my throat for the next cough.
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