tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22209940501945876562024-03-14T07:15:45.763-07:00 like a lily pond......Bindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04643372436497576631noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220994050194587656.post-56949704191974447442015-03-23T03:54:00.002-07:002015-03-23T03:54:11.377-07:00Cloud Cloud<br />
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Cloud was born on a hot sunny noon<br />
Where the sun defeats the moon<br />
She wakes up in the evening<br />
And lingers upon the sky.<br />
As big as a giant oh my!<br />
Let’s learn from nature don’t be shy.<br />
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She shields us from sun rays<br />
The tree’s are where she lays<br />
As long as we take care<br />
Everything will be fair.<br />
Do we really need pollution?<br />
Lets learn from nature<br />
It won’t be a dare.<br />
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She dreams of being fog<br />
Not as stiff as a log<br />
Her mom is the north star<br />
So high,So far<br />
Her dad is the sun<br />
As round as a bun<br />
Why is our sky so gray now?<br />
Because of pollution<br />
thats why!<br />
Lets learn from nature<br />
this is not a lie<br />
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Come aboard this cloud<br />
You’ll see the lovely crowd<br />
Going through the sweet,cold,snow<br />
And the hot sweaty show<br />
But if you don’t care<br />
The skies will turn grey<br />
And your life will be dreary<br />
Together we can make a change<br />
Instead of crouching in a cage.<br />
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...Sanuli...<br />
(My daughter)Bindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04643372436497576631noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220994050194587656.post-70630385463574262092013-06-18T10:36:00.003-07:002013-06-18T10:36:57.803-07:00Farewell <br />
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West Lake ,<br />
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Partially covered with fresh green lotus leaves,<br />
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sweet scent of blooming flowers,<br />
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Scorching sun , warm breeze, waiting for showers <br />
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This is hot and hot, Hanoi Summer.<br />
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Adding few more countries<br />
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my Bucket list goes higher.............<br />
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Time for good byes , farewells and tears<br />
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for dear Kanae and Jessi<br />
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Sweet Yuka with Rilakuma<br />
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Cheerful Yang Ying Bindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04643372436497576631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220994050194587656.post-13125103345837336852013-06-06T07:51:00.002-07:002013-06-06T07:53:07.700-07:00My little storytellerThis is written by my little darling ..She is still seven . I thought it is worth to share ..I'm very happy and proud of you my cutie.....Typing this much words it self is a challenge for your age...you are doing very well ..<br />
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Sure it has some spelling mistakes that I didn't want to correct..[of course your English is better than mine..]. I want you to walk on your own my dear ..You have all the time in the world....<br />
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<span style="color: #ff33cc; font-family: ".VnAristote","sans-serif"; font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;">Pony. she was white as snow and her
mane was golden as gold her name was Ponyella. The fields where she lived was
so green she could play when ever she wanted and could run and graze on the
grass all day. One day when Ponyella was grazing in the fields she saw a sign
on the gate saying ‘’for rent.’’Then she saw two ugly ponys coming from a truck
there names were <span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Pumkin who was
orange as a pumkin and Plump who allways bumps. Ponyella was not frightend at
all to meet them she thougt that they were friendly.But they were not at all.
Then she got a little bit scared cuz they were starting to get so mean.This is
what they said to Ponyella:hi Ponycrybaby laught Pumkin.ya! sniggerd Plump.and
they made her plow the fields, push the heavy carts and the new owner made her
stay squished in a small cabinet!The next day the princess came to put some
posters on the poles of the stable.”Its the pony contest and your not going
ponycrybaby” said Pumkin and Plump very rudely.Before they knew it pumkin and
plump were dressed and ready to go on a beautiful truk with boquets of flowers
on top of it. It glimmerd on to ponyellas eyes so quikly.But then she started
to cry...Suddenly a shine came to Ponyellas eyes woosh then she saw a fairy god
hores the fairy god horse said ponyella don’t you cry just give me two pumkins
and 1 rat ponyella did as she said then she turned the two pumkins into a
beautifull truk better than pumkin and plumps then she turned ponyella in to a
beautifull pony a pony could ever imagine and after that she turned the rat in
to the driver. But then the fairy god horse warend her by 12:oo every thing
would change back to normal.When ponyella arrived she saw millions of ponys.But
when it was ponyellas turn to do the obsticles shecould do every obstacle even
the last one wich was ten feet tall!she even won 1<sup>st</sup> place it was a
dream come true for her when...the clock struk 12 ponyella quikly ran to the
fields and closed the door and pretended that she was still grasing in the
fields then pumkin and plump came to the fields somehow they started to get
kinder heres what they said:”were really sorry for calling you ponycrybaby and
teasing you will you forgive us” ofcourse replied ponyella.And they became best
friends forever</span><span style="color: #ff33cc; font-family: ".VnAristote","sans-serif"; font-size: 26pt; line-height: 115%;">. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: ".VnAristote","sans-serif"; font-size: 72pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text1;">The End</span><span style="color: black; font-family: ".VnAristote","sans-serif"; font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff33cc; font-family: ".VnAristote","sans-serif"; font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Bindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04643372436497576631noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220994050194587656.post-80824081784949189222012-11-27T20:12:00.002-08:002012-12-02T05:22:37.417-08:00Better TasteYesterday I found some small sweet oranges . This is something I loved back then. I bought some and shared with my kids..<br />
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'' mmm not that great'' ..they did not like it. <br />
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Then I realised taste is not just something you feel in your taste buds. There are some tastes that has eternal bonds with our nostalgic memories. <br />
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This small oranges reminds me the times of my childhood...while we were travelling to see my grand parents there were some vendors got in the bus at certain bus stands on the way. Of course it was allowed at that time and still it is happening more or less.<br />
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My father's home town was little far way. About three hours by bus and it was the most exciting trip for me as a little kid since I get to play and feel the warmth of the beautiful village etc.<br />
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Smell of oranges digged the sweet memories of my childhood ..that is the reason for me to taste this better .<br />
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My girls will have different things to remember and taste better ..one day..I truly wish for them so.Bindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04643372436497576631noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220994050194587656.post-27501440595439350862012-11-26T18:38:00.000-08:002012-11-26T18:38:11.594-08:00Just to fill my heart<br />
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Last bits of spices..<br />
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Curries become bland<br />
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No wonder they fought <br />
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for Cinnamon in my land...<br />
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..Night get lightened<br />
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for Christmas or new year<br />
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Why all my heart gets dark<br />
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with eyes are filled with tear..<br />
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Dark sky , misty cold <br />
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no bright sun it's gloom<br />
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before get worse, pack my bags<br />
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Oh, time to go back home.<br />
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Picture .....By Asanka Ruwan Sagara. ..thank you brother<br />
Bindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04643372436497576631noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220994050194587656.post-89751809875773859112012-10-29T10:45:00.000-07:002012-10-29T10:53:54.506-07:00Washed by the rainwashed by the rain ,sky was so beautiful in the eve . I wanted to picture it for cold gloomy months,,,just few weeks ahead.<br />
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what I miss here ,pretty blue sky with the sun and nights with millions stars which I love the most.<br />
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My kids always want to see the stars and rarely we can catch one or two.. in the grey sky. Poor moon ,how lonely it must be feeling .<br />
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My lokki [ just a cute way to call my oldest daughter in my language] is so fascinated about stars and constellations . <br />
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In Paris ,we went to the Science museum and the planetarium ..oh it was such a good nap for me after a long day but both the girls were wide awake and watching all the session. Lokki just knew Bonjour, and Marci ...so as me .[ all the explanations were in French....!]<br />
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In Perth , Australia were lucky enough to go to the Sci tech Discovery centre with the Planetarium where we had wonderful experience.<br />
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She bought a mini telescope just to see the stars. Australians still has the luck with stars. Unfortunately Hanoi is not the place for starry nights. May be we should have visited the country side . <br />
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What a surprise , Just today we are lucky . Millions of stars scattered , with the moon. It just wonderful. <br />
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Someone might think ,what a big deal..it's just the stars. Of course right now it is a big deal for me since most of the nights I am struggling to find a single star not only for my daughters but for the little girl in me who never grow up .<br />
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She grew up under a beautiful sky . Nothing to do at night ,just count the stars. it was not the era with Internet..<br />
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TV was not very popular..we just had a radio for a long time. Last week I heard my husband tried to explain our Bunny [ my younger daughter's nick name ] what is radio.<br />
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Do not know the progress. only I know that she told '' it must be so boring''<br />
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She must be thinking ''what did those children do without computers , TV and not even Internet..oh my''<br />
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It was not the case for us since we didn't know them. We had a beautiful sky. Seven sisters were my favourite. How much I counted it was six. Still we called it seven . In my language [ Sinhala] it is called ''Hathdinnath tharu'' . Hath for seven and tharu means stars.<br />
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In Sri Lanka we have a public holiday on every full moon day. It is considered as a religious day for Buddhists and most of them would go to temple .<br />
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Back then I remember not much street lamps in the suburbs. Just the moon lit nights ..We sometimes went to the temple at night.. Even not still enjoyed the full moon and stars.<br />
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My Ukranian friend has gone to Sri Lanka few weeks back. She told me looking at the sky was a beautiful experience ..<br />
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I love that the world has so developed. I like the Internet , that is what I am doing right now. It is wonderful to see my friends , share my thoughts with this technology. I love to watch TV. and my smart phone too. I even play Angry birds while waiting for my Bunny at school.<br />
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It is not like I hate the modern things , I just wants to see the blue sky and moon with stars .<br />
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I am not the one really, the little girl in me wants it. What can I do......<br />
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<br />Bindihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04643372436497576631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220994050194587656.post-16586743875916956162012-10-29T00:30:00.002-07:002012-10-29T00:30:52.983-07:00By the Lily pond with a little girl<br />
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Going down the lane<br />
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I met a little girl<br />
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with a book and a smile<br />
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she treasured with care<br />
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What a pretty dream<br />
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lying out there<br />
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she had the shiny pen
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I dropped ..<br />
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didn't know where<br />
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Sitting by the pond <br />
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we had a pinky promise <br />
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this is our little pen <br />
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now we can SHARE.........!!<br />
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.....My dear friends ...it's me Bindi ..Who is the little girl??? <br />
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. Some of my friends who cannot read Sinhala ,always curious what is out there with round beautiful letters.<br />
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I wanted write something for them . <br />
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Hope my good old Nelumwila friends can enjoy too. <br />
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I am <br />
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Bindi<br />
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