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Friday, September 27, 2013

The Brain Matter

(It is said that we’re repairing things centrally if we use our brain a lot as opposed to sitting around, looking at the wall).

I found pools of mushrooms on Cerok Tokun; they were gone when I came back the next week.


(A busy brain is also the brain that stays lucid longer, the study says).
Life of mushrooms is as evanescent as the morning dew.

(Many creative types have long lives).

It is merely a brain matter.

When hit by an apple, when overwhelmed by mushrooms, and through one hundred words, this finding makes me a potential Nobel Prize winner.

Friday, September 20, 2013

Still Pretty After 4.5 Billion Years

A Mars-sized protoplanet named Theia crashed into Earth 4.5 billion years ago. Resulted debris formed into the Moon, the powder metamorphosed into flowers.



One is super big, another so small, but both love to be loved. The Moon is too big for my garden, we leave her to the Sun, the Stars and the Comets.



My wife found and took the flower home weeks ago; she exhibits, though tiny in size, the soft and yellow affection day and night, in return. The affection continues to bloom, one after another.



And hence she is still pretty after 4.5 billion years; always has love.

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Beauty Was A Beast


No Google hunt is required during raining days, many of the mushroom species are easily seen everywhere at Cerok Tokun.

One of those makes me think of Yang Guifei, who was “one of the Four Beauties of ancient China and the beloved consort of Emperor Xuanzong” of Tang Dynasty. She was, most importantly, obese.


I have not seen her in person, but these mushrooms are a real beauty, irresistible: round, smooth, fair, tender, sweet, juicy, and SUPER BIG, that urge me to possess them, and to eat them, but inner me tells, 

The fall of Tang Dynasty began when the beauty became a beast.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Two Trees

It is rare to see an open space in a forest; this makes two trees a main attraction to me.

They escape the thick crowd of canopies wanting fresh carbon dioxide.

They love standing by the "window" watching hikers panting like a dog, the dog barking at the monkeys that act like hikers.

They love watching the Moon chasing the Sun while being surrounded by the Stars.   


The trees know they have not seen everything, though everything seems to be the same everyday.

Rainfield may appear in a same uniform every week, the handphone played rock and roll this morning.