Year of the Tiger

Year of the Tiger promises to be a fun action thriller set in Singapore with a global appeal. It is set to hit the bookshops here in early August 2012. It will also be available as an ebook.

ABOUT THE BOOK

During World War II, the Imperial Japanese Army under General Tomoyuki Yamashita looted untold amounts of gold and other valuables from across its occupied colonies in Southeast Asia to finance the empire’s ongoing military expansion.

But when the tide of war turned against Japan in 1943, much of this treasure had to be buried in secret. Over the decades, the search for the legendary Yamashita’s Gold had been in vain until now ...

A group of foreign workers digging a tunnel under the Padang in present-day Singapore stumbled across one treasure vault and inadvertently triggered a biological booby trap. An unknown strain of anthrax was released threatening a global holocaust.

It is now up to a special team of investigators in Singapore to decipher a cryptic clue left behind with the loot to halt this deadly plague.

Year of the Tiger takes readers on a roller-coaster journey of political wrangling, murky history and secret organisations, from World War II Singapore to the present day, to discover the elusive cure for a seemingly unstoppable anthrax pandemic.

For more information go to: www.dmbooks.org

When Dinosaurs met Cats

Another home video ... its been a year since I've posted something here ...

When Cats become Cows

It started off by accident. I had bought some corn cobs intending to steam them as a late nite snack. I had forgotten about the last one and it remained shriveled at the back for the fridge for a week or two.

Deciding that it was better not to eat it, I pulled off some of the seeds and threw it in a pot with some soil.

I had really doubted that it could grow and a week or so later grow it did and much to my surprise, the cats loved the fresh young shoots.
 
And so I grew more and this is now it a fav snack treat.


Of course you can get too much of a good thing like this ...

I'll stand by you

And so the World Cup competition rolls around yet again and we stand divided by the teams we support.

Going by reactions from friends and family, my support of Team England puts me firmly in the minority but no matter. I know their chances are slim at best, but that's really not the point.

You support a team because you identify with them ... for me ... since childhood. You don't support just the favourites of Spain, Italy or Brazil and keep switching loyalty with each competition ... where is the sportsmanship in that?

You remain a team supporter in good times and in bad. You take a deep breath and stand tall when you look at the fixtures. Even though at the back of your mind you know it's gonna be a hard fight, you never lose the faith.

But that's a lesson in life too ... you have to believe in yourself and in your people who work under you. No matter how daunting the task seems, you steamroll ahead never doubting that you have what it takes to get the job done. When you push you team onwards, your faith in them has to be larger than life so that they too will believe and with that, conquer.

Barring hope beyond belief, Team England will get blasted out but I will still cheer them on. I won't waste time reading the post match reports with all their recriminations and the 'I-told-you-so' finger-waggings of journalists - armchair critics who probably haven't kicked a ball in years.

England will still be my team well beyond that final whistle.

Cat versus Catfish

Strange cat - hates the catfish

My sweetie, Dasher

And the memories remain ...


Really ... you were the first friendly face we saw when we moved into Woodlands in December 1999. You greeted us everytime we walked past the void deck with a friendly rub and waiting for a pat. You showed us your family. With your little "waak" your kittens would suddenly appear from drains or behind discarded furniture, whereever you had set up temporary home.

We tried to bring you up once, but you wouldn't have it. Perhaps there were more kittens you had to look after and so you stayed by the door, till we let you go free once again.

Evening feeds at the void deck became our ritual, a little packet of fish, a rub on the leg, one pat and you were satisfied... content. That's why we called you Sweetie at first for that was what you are ...

But life wasn't safe for you out there. Most of your kittens never made it but still you tried. We were only able to rescue one - Blitzen. Her brother left you a few days before and we are glad to see that at least he still survives, prowling the neighbourhood. Jet black and handsome, you would be so  proud of him for he followed in your footsteps.

And so we took you up and gave you a home on April 1 2003. There would be no more babies for you to worry about - your job has been done well. When we had you fixed, the vet said it was lucky we got you in when we did. Your womb was so distended by the many births, you would not have survived much longer.

The Passion of Sleep ...

Envy the cat ... for sleep comes easy

Big yawn ... fangs and all

 Brothers make good pillows ...

 

A full laundry basket maketh a good bed ... with a kid brother as a bolster

 Sometimes it's a tight squeeze just to get comfy

 

 When there is no one to hug, a couch will just have to do

And did we mention, yawning is contagious?

Fantasies of the Unconscious

Fantasies of the Unconscious ...

the road is long ... with many a winding turn ...

and so i seek out a new path -
bigger beyond the consciousness of the present
one larger  than i can possibly fathom ...

for if the dream were to die ...
the soul would soon follow and i
would be no better than the ignorant masses,
mere noise in the background ...

aspire no more to lead
but to stand alone ...
eyes fixed firmly on a goal
just beyond the grasp ...

He understands ...

"God understands our prayers even when we can't find the words to say to him."

Love the dog's expression!!
Source:  http://wendisecretstolife.blogspot.com