4 April 2009

to michael cheong


mike and i first met during our first year at nus. we joined the catholic students' society (css)...ran for office and bonded as heads of our respective faculties, part of the wider ex-co css family. he served as faculty head for engineering and i led the arts catholic family. we formed a loyal friendship with edward (medicine) and louis (law), and spent our days debating much on vatican II, why women can't join the priesthood, contraception, and wondered if the gift of tongues may be another form of hyped and organised hysteria afterall. in many ways, i think we helped each other to locate spaces within our own prayer life to accomodate the sort of disparities that can confront a thinking christian in attempts to understand the role of the church, the centrality of christ and a web of ethics that argue what it means to live out God's promises in life. amid the necessary mess, i found a safe space with 3 of my brothers who allowed me to be the way i am even as i try to understand their own worldview and faith experiences in light of our common humanity.way beyond theology, dogma and doctrine, the four of us grew to form a deep kinship that is to last for many years down the road. back in our nus days, we did the usual stuff undergrads dabbled together; organised retreats, planned talks, led in prayer, stayed over in each others' place, shared by breakwaters, took long rides in louis' car and feasted on the good food we enjoyed. we grappled with our fair share of heartbreaks...ennui... crisis...and coping with exam blues. louis is married and remains in law. i continue my journey as a teacher. edward has left his career as a doctor and will soon fly to rome to train for the carmelite priesthood (http://www.ocdcarmelites.org/). i still remember the shock we received when mike seemed to have left his old life, family and friends all of a sudden one november morning, packed his bags and joined the verbum dei order.(http://www.verbumdeisingapore.org/). after months of quiet discernment on his own. we kept in touch over the years. visited michael once in cebu where he was doing his noviatiate. after more than 6 years in formation , mike has finally been ordained as deacon, one step more to priesthood, if he decides to journey on. he sent us a youtube recording of his ordination recently, in the philippines where he resides. many past scenes from our journeys welled up within when i saw this clip. he remains the same mike we have come to love him for; a humble and gentle man of simplicity whose very life is rooted in the same love that jesus placed in him.
though we no longer meet nor communicate as often as we do, the winding songs of our shared journey remains deeply etched in my mind. and reality bites, knowing we now have different sets of friends and work on different priorities in our lives. i feel a sense of distant warmth even as i pen these words; happy for his journey yet knowing somehow our lives may never cross again due to our separate missions today.


mike once strummed a song to me with white alf in his arms. i was went through a bad patch then. his childlike view of the world, and our faith never leaves its mark on me.

i miss my friend and brother when evening falls. i light a candle for michael, in thanksgiving and in prayer to accompany him, and his vocation...a missionary for christ on life's road.

council campaigns


time for the elects to garner the votes they need to find a place in the 28th students' council. these campaign posters spill across the floors and walls around college. i'm spellbound by some of them. these are some of my favourites. their friends even carry self-made promo stickers designed by their elect-mates, paste them on their uniforms and attend lects, tutorials and eat in the canteen, then stroll about between lessons...canvassing for votes...they are hardly disturbed by the added and endorsed accessories on their bodies. and the institution in sporting spirit, warmly encourages this tide of festive spread. i don't remember investing so much creative juice during my days. these are the memorable sparks that make a day in school worth the journey taken. beyond the rigours of getting them to meet pi deadlines and drumming an intellectual framework to project work, i do remind myself daily in class that my students have other lives and personas of their own...to imagine, grow and lead. i think they appreciate that extra and sincere query you make before lesson starts, how their campaigning has been and the support they have been receiving from their CT classes...i try to do my part too...








about 8% of my students are running for council this year. it's exciting to see another side to their motivated selves conceptualising new angles and mediums to share another side to what makes them glow & tick...




they say serving in council is about serving the student body at large...i marvel at the 101 ways to how that mantra has been interpreted time and time again in bright colours and nuances in tone & persuasion.

who would you vote for, just by looking at the posters alone?













30 March 2009

preview

from a email sent out to some close friends recently, who shared a gift for my birthday... i have been collating various nooks and designs to conceptualise what my own place can become. yeap..i got it !
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Dear friends,

thank you for the bdae gift you shared for me. this jacket is super-cool and snug (even though many of you have yet to see it!). it shall follow me thru' many seasons in the years ahead...sorry the note comes late. alas, the cash has finally come in but peter is able to process everything, in infinite patience and quiet wonder. still, your generosity will remain for all eternity.



i have also fulfilled a once-distant dream; a humble 21th floor 4 year and 4 room hdb resale along bukit batok west. it is opp the driving centre and overlooks some hills in johor, much of the western countryside and a tinge of Jurong port. best of all, every window looks out to different shades of night and day cast on a far horizon. one window peeks above a brief canopy of trees...just as i imagined from many vague dreams in childhood.

you will soon be consulted in the refurbishment of this place and i promise to make it a warm and open lodge to welcome all. thank you for sharing my hopes in the different chapters of our friendship, some of you, stretching to almost 20 years. may God continue to help us experience more laughter, healthy abandonment and sure hope in all things good to come our way...

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New Testament Greek speaks of believing 'into' rather than believing 'in'. In English, we can convey the distinction best by using either 'in' or no preposition at all.

Believing in God is an intellectual position. It need have no more effect on my life than believing in Freud's method of interpreting dreams or that Shakespeare wrote Romeo and Juliet. Believing God is something else again. It is less a position than a journey, less a realisation than a relationship. It doesn't leave you cold like believing the world is round. It stirs your blood like believing the world is a miracle. It affects who you are and what you do with your life like believing your house is on fire or somebody loves you. We believe in God one reason or another we choose to believe so. We believe God when somehow we run into God in a way that by and large leaves us no choice to do otherwise. When Jesus says whoever believes 'into' him shall never die, he does not mean that to be willing to sign your name to the nicene creed guarantees eternal life. Eternal life is not the result of believing in. It is the experience of believing. . .

and finding, at last, a place to call my own


adapted from frederick buechner