it sounded so very interesting. to be involved in R&D means to be a step ahead of most everybody else. she was once in the R&D section of her department. Bldg innovation n tech.
this time it's something about archi education in the future. to revise the curricula to prepare graduates for current n future demands of the profession wrt to the rapidly changing climate, the burden of ecological footprints etc etc...
but, actually it's the vernacular traditional architecture, the humble timber dwellings in remote villages, that are way ahead of some recently coined, much hyped terminologies.
these attap roofed simple, practical structures do not disturb the earth much, co-existing beautifully and kindly with nature, besides being comfortable for the users and cheaply as well as easily maintained.
we could learn a lot from these abodes and the folks who build them.
Saturday, 31 August 2013
morning walk in a crowded park
after nearly 2 months she went to the park again. but my, there were so many people either brisk walking or jogging or just strolling along. some were with families, some with friends. quite a number were on their own.
she missed the walk in the crisp morning air. so she went right in, oblivious of everybody else. when she reached the huge keledang tree, she saw plenty of dried leaves on the grass. she took a handful to her car. these are the favorite crunchies of her bunnies.
after about 3,000 footsteps equivalent to 3 rounds of the trail through pretty landscaping, she had enough. she felt better already. the number of footsteps will be increased by and by, Insyallah.
before Ramadhan she used to walk from 5,000 to 10,000 footsteps each time. very invigorating. very rewarding.
when she was younger she used to dream of taking walks in the country, along grassy lanes in green meadows, in shadowy groves with hedges of tiny wildflowers, in the cool of eventide and the ethereal light of the gloaming, along merry, gurgling brooks.....
she missed the walk in the crisp morning air. so she went right in, oblivious of everybody else. when she reached the huge keledang tree, she saw plenty of dried leaves on the grass. she took a handful to her car. these are the favorite crunchies of her bunnies.
after about 3,000 footsteps equivalent to 3 rounds of the trail through pretty landscaping, she had enough. she felt better already. the number of footsteps will be increased by and by, Insyallah.
before Ramadhan she used to walk from 5,000 to 10,000 footsteps each time. very invigorating. very rewarding.
when she was younger she used to dream of taking walks in the country, along grassy lanes in green meadows, in shadowy groves with hedges of tiny wildflowers, in the cool of eventide and the ethereal light of the gloaming, along merry, gurgling brooks.....
the bunnies in the garden
the morning sky was overcast. gloomy.
she let out the two bunnies who immediately ran hither and thither with glee. they were so happy, frisking and bolting everywhere. chasing each other giddily amongst the ferns, heliconias and nibbling the seedlings of ulam raja too.
the innermost recesses of her heart always filled with joy when her beloved kiko and koko ran freely in the garden. their eyes bright and alert with rapture.
they were meant to be free.
but in the evening she had to bring them in. for their safety. kiko looked tired but joyful. koko the youngster was ever the energetic.
she then treated them to sunflower seeds which both kiko and koko had learned to eat from her hands.
unconditional love at its simplest best.
she let out the two bunnies who immediately ran hither and thither with glee. they were so happy, frisking and bolting everywhere. chasing each other giddily amongst the ferns, heliconias and nibbling the seedlings of ulam raja too.
the innermost recesses of her heart always filled with joy when her beloved kiko and koko ran freely in the garden. their eyes bright and alert with rapture.
they were meant to be free.
but in the evening she had to bring them in. for their safety. kiko looked tired but joyful. koko the youngster was ever the energetic.
she then treated them to sunflower seeds which both kiko and koko had learned to eat from her hands.
unconditional love at its simplest best.
a week in the capital city
the week rushed by in between writing letters, revising menus, calling up speakers, laughing with M, a colleague from the middle east. the nite before the conference she slept from 4am to 4.45am.
when the speakers from abroad were presenting their papers she was trying hard to keep awake at the back of the hall.
it was stimulating, to be in academia again. when manning the booth at the exhibition hall she felt like a student once more. she was eager. she was enthusiastic. she felt young. and full of dreams.
she only felt the fatigue when she was home. she missed kiko and koko. she missed fish in her meals. why is it so difficult to find fish at the food outlets in kl?
'I saw a star, I reached for it; I missed, so I accepted the sky....'
when the speakers from abroad were presenting their papers she was trying hard to keep awake at the back of the hall.
it was stimulating, to be in academia again. when manning the booth at the exhibition hall she felt like a student once more. she was eager. she was enthusiastic. she felt young. and full of dreams.
she only felt the fatigue when she was home. she missed kiko and koko. she missed fish in her meals. why is it so difficult to find fish at the food outlets in kl?
'I saw a star, I reached for it; I missed, so I accepted the sky....'
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