Animated tranquility

The artistic feel of this animation just tingle my heart. It is like broken pieces of heaven slowly put together and emerge before my eyes. I shall sleep well tonight. (Video)

I who fell

I just love this poem from Mr Xanana Gusmão so much, I share it here.

A Fighter Who Fell

High on the mountain peaks of Timor
The grass grows
And warms the fractured bones
Of a fighter who fell.

Down on the grassy plains of Timor
A flower shows
And beautifies the bones
Of a fighter who fell

This is the hopeful life that grows
From life’s release
The life that every woman knows
Who calls for peace
With every waking breath
But not the peace of death.

Throughout the peaks and plains of Timor
The life-blood flows
And animates the bones
Of the fighter who fell.

Read another of his poem here (Link)

Two worthless rants from a Singapore peasant

I bought a Straits Time from 7-11 today and said to the shop keeper, it is fortunate that news paper price remains unchanged, or else it gets more expensive to stay inform. She says, “It is still too early to tell.” I think she is right.
Evening, I got this drink from nearby shop, which, by the way, has not increase a single cent since the “global phenomena” inflation kicks in. I urge him to support the gahmen market, at least increase a bit. Fervent supporter, just smile at me.

I just can’t find anymore 60 cents drink in Singapore