A Stroll along the Reservoir –
There are three things that convince me plants can see, feel and remember. The following happenstance is one of them. As many of you know, we all have moments of Edgar Allan Poe. I was taking my antidote down the waterfront when the wind gave away the notes of murmuring herbage to me. Ahh… in the distant was a symmetrical perennial with three buddies cut down to size. I tuned in with rapt attention to their conversation. In the course of exchanging information and joking jellybeans, the torsi side by side suddenly became quiet.
Simple Settees: You know what’s bothering us a bit?
Jolly H: Speak your mind, my faithful companions. What’s the matter?
Simple Settees: At times, the pressures of the public are too much to handle. Fatty and lean we take the weight off their feet. What do we get? Breathing gets hard as their weight crashes down on us. The thought of always supporting but never supported made us felt blue.
Jolly H: What can I say? Hang on, endure to the end.
Simple Settees: It’s unfair, un-not bad and un-right. We have four legs and yet can’t walk away from the destiny of having our noses sandwiched between people’s backside.
Jolly H: That, I think, is the ironic of life. There’s forever something not bad and something bad in everything, we can never really choose.
Simple Settees: This world just was not made for us. Benches literally spent an epoch as fart snifters. The worst are accidental leaks of stools along with body gaseous. The hours of clean up by rain is undone when people with digestive problem poop again, like elephants with explosive diarrhea.
Jolly H: What an awful experience and horrible life you all must live. Mine is no better.
Simple Settees: Are you kidding? From down, above, left and right, life looked not bad for you from every possible angle. Why do think items of all sorts, even butterflies and kissing bugs, fall instantaneously in love under your shade? We burn with jealousy how you are birthed to exhale romance.
Jolly H: Haw! You three are being silly and goofy. On the surface I’m known as the marriage tree, the depths in water, however, is as black as night.
Simple Settees: Are you implying the rosy image that people paint of you is just the partial picture?
Jolly H: Un-huh, fairytales don’t always end happily ever after because the human species fall in and out of love in the wink of an eye. When love’s burning embers had grown cold, couples make a trip together to the courthouse to go separate ways. I always feel invalidated when a few of them return to the very spot where they took their marriage photos.
Simple Settees: To bury their bridal rings and broken pieces of hearts under your feet?
Jolly H: No, they bring ropes to noose themselves around my limbs and made me a Jolly Hangman. Sob! The three of you were sound asleep when the park rangers came in the wee hours of the morning to take down the bodies.
Simple Settees: Their tragic endings are hard to stomach. Let’s just take a sip of the final brew of dusk from the skies and appreciate the melting of the Western sun on the mirrored water with eyes; it’s the only part of the day that we look forward to.
Jolly H: Yeah, me too. It won’t be long before the glorious view fades away and a separate kind of brilliance settles before sight. Thanks to the opsomania moon who loves cloudy soup, I find my purpose on earth spooning her with twiggy arms.
National Day Message – On the 52nd anniversary of independence (we broke free from British rule), I wanted to say: I love this land, my country, so much that I carry a photograph of Singapore in my wallet wherever I go:-)
Happy Birthday Singapore!
9 August 2017