30 January 2007
everything, everyday
while on leave :(
i munch on fresh chilli for most meals, making the best of it since they cost so much in melbourne. lunch consists of brown porridge with green spinach and salmon steamed by the side. life slows to a crawl and i learn to please the palate with a dose of green, red, metallic colours tucked in bowl. the paper continues to fulfil my addiction for news. i miss teaching somewhat, those keen eyes browse the pages for rock-solid content or eclectic concepts for use in stagnant classrooms. i continue to cut them as my mind sees fit. it hasn't slowed down. will snip on knowledge in whatever form it takes. quiet on the outside. insistent and restless within.
when all is done, the kitchen keeps silent even as the noon sun is stalking. ready to maul the temperate morning.
mynahs on the peak. near the rims of gombak stadium. an audience to sunrise. a few gather, some choose to fly away. drawing us to notions of freedom (or is it choice?). an uneven flight guides the day.
symmetry everywhere. lines, grills, fences and rails. in ascension. in direction. rationality & objectivity. tracing sensibilities in geometry. my one constant childhood fantasy. one line. one life. you wish life was that certain sometimes.
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Hello sir.
I might have told you this before but you really are an inspiration. One of the reasons why I'm going to choose a certain path after I'm done with the army.
God Bless sir.
huh...what did i just do with those photo essays?
comment... so poor sir me can improve...and maybe upgrade...
it's nitetime...
xxx
i miss your lessons, Mr Koh. *hugs.
thanks for note evelyn...
haven't seen u online of late?
hope u are well with accounting (!!!) thus far!
why not do a module on humanities to balance up the right brain? hehe
tot we are supposed to meet for coffee somewhat, so let me know...
do send my regards to col and the rest of u see 'em...
blessings...
xxx
mr kooooooh. accounting is sooooooo boring. and dry.
i wanna cry already.
i miss literature, i miss your lessons, i miss writing essays (which i generally dont have to MUG for except for paying attention to what you teach in classes)
accounting is so blah.
i have been wanting to do a lit module! but every semester, either the exam clashes with my core, or the lessons clash.
i've to clear a few electives in year 3, and i'm planning to focus on arts and media: lit and photography. :D
and, yes, we must meet up before you leave spore once again.
let's meet somewhere nice and not crowded. dont want town.
i know you have good ideas.
i still remember the secluded but good chinese restaurant you treated us dinner to. at bukit panjang!
we'll discuss the details on MSN k?
this is random.. but i'm soooo tired.
tell you more when we meet up.
why do we sometimes deny that inner space where heart and mind find perfect anchorage?
accounting and literature...
one is utterly pragmatic.
the other seemingly, hynoptic.
one promises constant cash
the other will not always...
still, both are equally sustainable
if we make peace
with the choices we've made.
yet rare is that one soul
who will answer her calling
and direct the energy of her choice
to its rightful place-
we locate eternity that very moment,
when recognition and decision is made.
lived to the full, to make us whole.
we must journey to that hour at one stage or another, since
no vocation is ever accepted in its own country...
the country of our dreaming,
the language of our dream.
hiaz...
but not all is dead.
you remind me why i love you, you as my teacher, and why i love Literature.. :) thanks, Mr Koh!
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