7 December 2009
dear friends and passerbys, this will be my last entry for the blog. it will shut down before the close of 2009.
thanks again for all the years of encouragement and support you have given in my forays into writing and reflection. i too have grown in ways i did not expect. some things however need to go if we wish to move further afield on the road to life.
we wish each other well on the road ahead esp in our search to find rest or in meeting our heart's desire.
4 December 2009
i picked up that abandoned sprig from prince horticulture. the unexpected finds from rainy days when roads are empty and you drive a little slower to see the little treasures others have left behind. from top brands to cheapo buys, we traversed the eastwestnorthandsouth of singapore...phil's eagle-eye and smart ways with budget made everything worth the emissions and petrol exhausted. i leave him to do the choosing. i just pay (ouch) and look out for what's left aside round the bend, for my unknown corner.
con's sent that imperial walker all the way from san francisco! crazy and devoted gal ...she fulfils a childhood dream to have one of my own. still, i had to let go of some (thanks andy for fostering the millenium falcon & snow speeders) given it's only 86sq m... they should find a 'little' space for themselves.
and there's my gang from 5th canticle who received a decent sneak preview into what's in store for future gatherings. i'm glad they like it. their words and encouragement and cleaning up mean alot to me :)
22 November 2009
Songwriters: Bettis, John;Carpenter, Richard Lynn;Hammond, Albert Louis
song clip attached
The hardest thing I've ever done is keep believing
There's someone in this crazy world for me
The way that people come and go through temporary lives
My chance could come and I might never know
I used to say "No promises, let's keep it simple"
It took a while for me to learn that nothing comes for free
* I know I need to be in love
I know I've wasted too much time
So here I am with pockets full of good intentions
this piece by the carpenters was introduced to me when i was 13. raw, searching and unknown even to myself, i found a little affinity with the lyrics. its 'sense of home'...new promises, beginnings to life's changing horizons. much to unpack and acknowledge even as friends come and go away from your life while family and vocation remain constant. some of her songs were even perceived to be rather 'soppy' until one bothers to peel away the defensive statement and read them in light of different or untested chapters about life & living. Some take courage to confess and sing.
bear with the cheesy late 70s pics from the two posts and enjoy the dark and bright depths within each composition.
As a child I was known for make-believing
All alone I created fantasies
As I grew people called it self-deceiving
But my heart helped me hold the memories
As I walk through the world I find around me
Something new, yet familiar's in the air
I feel it ev'rywhere
Like a child's eyes
On a Christmas night
I'm lookin' at you now
Finding answers to my prayers
(*) It's a new day for those good old dreams
One by one it seems they're comin' true
Here's the morning that my heart had seen
Here's the morning that just had to come through
Same old stage but what a change of scene
No more dark horizons, only blue
It's a new day for those good old dreams
All my life I dreamed of lovin' you
You're a spark of a long forgotten fire
You're a touch of a slowly growing wind
You're a taste of the ever-changing seasons
Telling me there are some things that don't end
We have left all the darkness far behind us
All those hopes that we held along the way
Have made it to this day
Like an old love song
Gone for much too long
You hear it once again
And it carries you away
It's a new day for those good old dreams
And It's all because of you
14 November 2009
26 October 2009
i picked this unit because of the view. on the left, i see tips of jurong port lighting the horizon at dusk, reminding me of old ports, grey coasts and distant lighthouses that haunted my earliest impressions of childhood. my 21st floor bedroom window opens up to much of the northwest...safti, kranji, choa and lim chu kang and jb further afield.
10 September 2009
1 September 2009
26 August 2009
I covered buangkok as part of my honours thesis back in university. it's been almost a decade since the project was concluded. one of my pw groups here at raffles is covering the same site at this point in time.
was surprised to find this video on youtube. watching it makes me recall the lanes i walked, the mossie bites i bore and the rich stories shared when i interviewed the residents on-site.
i don't know if this place will be razed to the ground in time. when it goes, it may evoke alot more hard sentiments than expected...the same with the national theatre, library and stadium...the same with pulau seking and tekong and countless other landscapes that mean something to many people, even if they have not worked or lived here before. gone will be the ancient attachments to place, trees, relations and home... these places cannot be recreated once they are gone. the loss is irrevocable, permanent. our understanding of home goes deeper than the provisions and policies of HDB. it takes alot to be emotionally anchored to a place...the stories shared in these clips point to a part of my life which i still try to reclaim today...through the lessons shared in the classroom and my own academic interest in landscape, art and spirituality
19 August 2009
24 July 2009
22 July 2009
i come back today, light one candle and pen you this prayer.
14 July 2009
Constellations by rev lynn james
12 July 2009
i read about their lives. and these are two persons whom i pray for. i hope to stand in solidarity with them as they battle the ravage they find within or the tyranny that opts to lock them in. there is only the fierce love that comes with dark suffering, and the gravity that draws its power from love; to feel for your own country and know what needs to be done for the children when daylight breaks.
may our classrooms not become cloisters to keep us safe from a greater world where justice and charity are borne with hope and pain...when knowledge and wisdom are understood in light of their ability to know and heal... our smile as a path to rest...delighted we will find courage to own our mission in the the years to come.
4 July 2009
a sky crumpled and silent... and this cold rain. God may take the sun away. but the tree of grief still stands. we rest under. and pray. an imagined faith made perfect in memory. leaves fall and draw me to a faraway home. to our shelter and past. these albums, the pages of our stories, to be held and noticed once more. i read the lines you penned on its symmetry now that you are no longer there. listening, and missing you, i long to be a child again.