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Saturday, October 15, 2016

One of the Alices

“Tut, tut, child !” said the Duchess to Alice. “Everything’s got a moral, if only you can find it.”

Thus I see a mushroom in a crevice. It is reflecting a limited light source. It shines.

Alice should be able to see a caterpillar sitting on the mushroom, smoking hookah and puffing fat smoke rings, the "off-with-your-head" Queen shouting again and again at the top of her voice behind the mushroom, and the whole pack of cards, the King and the Queen all rising up into the air.

I see through Alice's eyes, through those furrows, twist and turn, drop steeply, and move on.

I am one of the Alices. 

I dream.

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Call A Fan A Mushroom

"Alice soon found out that the cause of this was the fan she was holding, and she dropped it hastily, just in time to save herself from shrinking away altogether".

When wind flowing past mushrooms, blowing through trees, passing the pool crowded with birds and animals, and guessing the riddle in a mad tea party, the fan left the Wonderland, coming out from a passage camouflaged as a knot on a fallen trunk, and stuck at Cerok Tokun.

The fan lost its power outside the Wonderland. To many things, the same never stop from repeating.

I am always the luckiest one to have discovered many mysteries. Isaac Newton only found an apple and kept the doctor away for a moment.

We can now call this fan a mushroom. 

How queer it is.

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Come hither, hither

“ You must be very mad,” said the spider, “ or you wouldn’t have come to my little insignificant world.”

Yes, I should not have noticed you, if not a mushroom living nearby.

There is a built-in hyperlink in it; once click very close-up, I am brought to your net.

Sorry to disturb you. But, just like honey to the bee, I just cannot pretend you are not in my interest.

Listen, eileeninmd is singing in Mary Howitt's way, "Will you walk into my parlor named Saturday Critters? Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy. And I have many pretty things to show when you are there."

Will we see each other again? Go you eat the left side of the mushroom, a bigger you can then made my searching job easier.

Or you prefer to live a normal life, sitting cross legged at one corner, singing "Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with the pearl and silver wing..."

Saturday, September 17, 2016

How Queer Everything Was

“ Dear, dear ! How queer everything is today ! Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? Who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle !”

A mushroom suddenly found itself in such a dark colour when was being reflected in a puddle. It began exclaiming like Alice.

"No big ant pooed on my body, no caterpillar blew hookah smoke on my face, why am I char-pigmented like having a big scar?"

How queer everything was! This was the first puddle formed; how did the mushroom know who it was right from the beginning?

It thought that everyone is born as beautiful as everyone else, and everyone else, by right, mirrors it own self.

How queer everything was!

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Tailorbirds and Dinah

"I wish you were down here with me ! But there are no mice in the air." Alice began to talk again while falling down, to her cat Dinah, this time.

There were no birds in the air too, yet it was still good that Dinah was not around, because I had found two tailorbirds falling asleep on a branch of my Annona muricata tree.

Alice should have difficulty to decide where the heads were. So was I. Or she might think that Dinah had eaten them since Alice believed that "she ’ll eat a little bird as soon as look at it !”

The birds smelled me like smelling Dinah when I went nearer and nearer.

One of them looked up at me blankly at first, and off they went one after another hastily, making knocking sound on the windows and on the wall.

On no, I must have mentioned Dinah too often.