Flying Fish Friends

  Rubbish Dump Dump (silly song) Throwing rubbish Can be fun Proclaimed Mother  To her son Use this plastic Not any one In Yatta's name ...

  TODAY On today's Rose-tinted petals Of yesterday's Youth Upon thy futon I offer you Sasanqua My dear Sakura For I can create dream...

  Falling Leaves of Autumn Imagine, a leaf floating gently down a tree in the autumn of life, twirling a-spinning in the air like a ballerin...

Like Fireflies While the nation slept the celestial heaven shone Tiny sparkling jewels are the stars yet brighter are you Little torchlights...

 Dear Eugene,  Remembering the wonderful time we had as classmates and our adventure in Tasmania. You will always be in my heart. Rest in pe...

The invertebrates came before us and made the world as it is today. They surround us everywhere and outnumber us exponentially beyond compre...

Title: Tammy's in Love Intuitively it came as I paint. I found myself whistling a-whistling a tune of my youth. Tammy... and she i...

A new painting for my sister. Sentier Littoral de Gigaro

Chek Jawa days are just full. Remember that windy and sultry day? I led you by the hand through the woods. You appeared hesitant at fir...

That Trees Do Cry It could not have been less obvious. Even the foreign workers working nearby would have realised something was amiss...

Recall the number of minutes of travelling time we were told can be cut on the upcoming Cross Island (MRT) Line through our precious forest ...

One cool December morn  I woke feeling the wind blowing  the frosty sea in my heart  and painterly chased  the fleeting clouds  over the ...

Introduction Rising steeply from the sandy beach to a height of 21m, the coastal hill at Chek Jawa may seemed remotely connected to the...

There is a kind of abandonment how you come meet the earth and sparkle for just that little whilst before glistening a teardrop farewe...

True to weather, October has been wild and contrasting. Inter monsoon wind and rain are confused and if I may add, as erratic as human af...

Poems by William Henry Davies Leisure What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand bene...

Here I am Born to fly A little bird Returning Singing Beneath A tree Of my Heart Aglee. Footnote: The seed was amongst the many ...

I am speechless! Never have I seen a banana behaving this way all my life! My goodness, what is happening here?! No longer behaving like a t...

In anticipation of World Rainforest Day 2019 (22nd June) , I am posting a long-overdue video of our awesome rainforest to share with fell...

More Than Words Saying I love you Is not the words I want to hear from you It's not that I want you Not to say, but if you only ...

I must say I learnt quite a lot completing my first oil painting on my own. This is actually my second. It brought back the joy I felt st...

It is such a joy to find standing in some quiet forgotten corner in our urban sprawl a tree of rarity that somehow escaped the city's re...