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?

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

Okuribito by Yōjirō Takita

"there is a stone we picked by the riverbed. it tells the story we cannot quite complete nor understand. i recover these tears when i kneel to touch your face. with hands unfolding, the cloth of my song now speaks your name."




i've my record of 'greats' in over 500 films seen in more than a decade...forrest...shawshank...cider house...eighth day... it has been awhile since another piece achieves that rare, quiet & complete stature or greatness on screen, for me.


wife, husband, partner, parent, friend, alone or with a newfound stranger...go watch this. i won't say more... it is good that even words fail me.

tree; writings

The wonder is that we can see these trees and not wonder more.-

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky,

We fell them down and turn them into paper,

That we may record our emptiness.

Kahlil Gibran

superfriends in 224-B

i used to rush home from school...finish my homework (and sometimes writing lines!) in time to catch this series. it was a hit in the 80s. i lived inside keat hong village, in a kampong off choa chu kang. that was my unit address. finding this again on utube shocks & delights me.

dad will be burning bonfires at the backyard to repel the mossies. mom dishing up food at the kitchen. sis will be busy marking. my dogs, brownie and blackie will be near me. the series played...'tacky' wasn't part of my vocabulary then. and i was happy. picture courtesy of pchew-nostalgia.blogspot.com/2008/09/kampong-...i hope to find time to scan and upload some of my past one day...

knowing death

"Dont worry about dying - that will happen successfully

whether you worry about it or not"

quoted from a buddhist monk

i am in touch with a former student whose loved one is being given palliative care for cancer. he rests in assisi hospice, a special place i used to visit during my undergrad days and shared carols with the patients there. all have passed away but their smiles and presence remain, among the familiar and homely corners that are there. reading his open account (http://shadyz09.livejournal.com/) moved me. i too, am suddenly reminded of the many sudden deaths that marked my childhood and some stages of my adult life. beyond the people who died, this encounter was marked by countless visits to funeral parlours, crematoriums, cemeteries and once, even a morgue.

i learn to experience death even before i go. to me, that is a privilege that saddens, humbles but also frees me tremendously. over the years as a teacher, be it for lit or gp, i also conducted learning journeys to these resting places, perhaps a subconscious desire to help my students confront and befriend an inevitable part of life whom none can escape. i remember one particular trip where we stood, silenced by the sight of a simple a balloon above the gravestone of a child. it read- 'happy bdae, son.' often, to the uninformed, there is more fear than peace when it comes to the thought of death. death seems to sever all ties with the living. the pain of leaving our loved ones behind imparts a deep anguish that cannot be put in words.

on the other hand, it also makes us want to live life more intensely, grateful for every waking moment; be it a walk up a flight of stairs, sharing a great meal with people or simply, trying to capture rain, through art or photography. i experience my fitness, my vision and my imagination in these moments, convinced of my spirituality as a person, capable of every emotion that makes me reflect, think and feel. when every degree / work has been gained, all salaries spent and all loves expressed...this final stage and some say, 'takeoff' , leaves us in wonder, for more...we want to see what lies behind the veil of our existence...our soul against an open sky...tinted in blue rarefied air; a canvas inscribed with a promise, that very dream that lays waste will become whole again. and our joy, will be complete.

rainlight's home

When a defining moment comes along, you can do one of two things. Define the moment, or let the moment define you...meanwhile, we are enlarged in that waiting. We, of course don't see what is enlarging us. But the longer we wait, the larger we become, and the more joyful, our expectancy...

adapted: sharon cotner's comfort prayers

saw my final unit today. i made a commitment to it. a 21th floor apartment that overlooks all of west, much of malaysia, and the faint lighted seas of jurong port. within budget. this picture is an inaccurate figment of its real and humble form. but it fits snugly into my heart. that is all that matters. after viewing 12, 13 units for so, this is it.... it was raining when i viewed the flat with some close friends and family today. i saw rain streaking past the high windows, resembling the unlikely fall of snow. once a fantasy, now, not quite believing. our God blesses a longheld dream. it is coming true.

a route outside school

they were preparing for assembly. and they really sang- the national and college anthems, though the latter was much more audible in form and conviction. each of them will pass through these gates and we hope they do become hope for a better age.

even as footsteps lighten and noise dies down, one does wonder if there is anything more left to impart. aren't they supposed to be self-directed, learners in their own way? sam just passed me the following lines which were inscribed on diary...it has been quite awhile since another quote, in an instant, inspires a silence within that defers quick judgement and brisk reading.

Often I have tried the frightening way of 'reality',

where the things that count are profession, law, fashion, finance.

But disillusioned and freed I fled away,

alone to the other side, the place of dreams and blessed folly.

hermann hessse

on the evening before rain-

i want to say more under this rain but you stand apart

and away.

my shadow lingers in wait

as

lamplight keeps vigil

in the night

ahead

yoda of olde, pls come home

digitalised yoda in his heydays was no match for the wise and warm puppet that he was in his later history. compare the cheap lines of the first to the thoughtful script in the second clip. the latter was filmed in the 70s with limited technology. producers had to depend on other resources to 'move' and 'embed' a scene. the latest pieces in 2000 may have prioritised the sophistry of new media over thoughtful characterisation.

i will opt for zen and sesame street over rabid CGI in film technology.

(some galactic collisions), if i did not become another 'cher

we live parallel lives. some of these best scenes from star wars still enter in my waking dreams. was eight, nine or ten when i watched them. every boy then (now?) dreamt of piloting any of these starships, and volunteer for a battle scene. i have been clinging on to these galactic aspirations more than fifteen times since. i think i will take them to my grave... relive them amid a quantum of stars... nebulas... swirling in my elliptical heaven.

hail to lucas and the star wars trilogy...

life calling

LET SOMETHING ESSENTIAL HAPPEN TO ME
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O God,
Let something essential happen to me,
something more than interesting
or entertaining,
or thoughtful.


O God,
Let something essential happen to me,
something awesome,
something real.
Speak to my condition Lord,
and change me somewhere inside where it matters,
a change that will burn and tremble and heal
and explode me into tears
or laughter
or love that throbs or screams
or keeps a terrible, cleansing silence
and dares the dangerous deeds...


Let something happen in me
which is my real self.
O God,
let something essential and passionate happen in me now.
Strip me of my illusions of self-sufficiency,
of my proud sophistications,
of my inflated assumptions of knowledge
and leave me shivering as Adam or Eve before the miracle of the natural -
the miracle of this earth
that nurtures me as a mother
and delights me as a lover;

the miracle of my body
that breathes and moves,
hungers and digests,
sees and hears,
that is creased and wrinkled and sexual,
shrinks in hurt,

and swells in pleasure;
that works by the most amazing messages
of what and when and how,
coded and curled in every
cell and that dares to speak the confronting
word.
O God,
Let something essential and joyful happen in me now.

Something like the blooming of hope and faith,
like a grateful heart,
like a surge of awareness
of how precious each moment is,
that now, not next time,
now is the occasion
to take off my shoes,
to see every bush fire,
to leap and whirl with neighbour,
to gulp the air as sweet as
wine
until I've drunk enough
to dare to speak the tender word:

"Thank you"
"I love you"
"You're beautiful";
"Let's live forever beginning now";
and "I'm a fool for Christ's
sake."

- Ted Loder

as it is, as they are

i enjoy listening to mandarin songs even though my grades in the same language were nothing to be proud of. over these years, many songs have remained with me. they come back when i least expect it...on a long ride home, in the pool, reading at night, the rare day in a ktv pub... the quiet road tracing a journey's end.
half the time i do not always capture the full meaning of their lyrics. in my simplicity or rudimentary understanding (and sometimes with the patience and help of great bilingual friends), i receive a glimpse into the beauty of this language...i am no linguist but i feel some of these chinese songs capture & express a range of human experiences that find no equivalent to the types you hear in english songs (maybe except those sung in the 80s...then again, i am obviously biased). the phrasings and poetic nuances in some pieces express a depth that english cannot penetrate, let alone translate.
it's best to receive them as they are. again, i don't always understand what is written but it's sufficient to note i feel a tacit grasp for what they wanted to say...there's a story to this one. never has the theme of change been sung with so much loss, anger and anguish.




this piece is by kit chan. i heard her live, once in nus. the sound system went off but still she soared, her voice lifting the day. we came close to heaven.

crossing

2000

Lord, it takes awhile to chart the distance crossed,

rediscovering

the first affections that anchored hearts to place.

2004

it mattered to you that i claim

my will to live

in all the choices

that life offered

2006

i do not know if sometimes the emptiness may be loved,

but there lies a treasure

hidden

on foreign field

2009

no one knows what may happen

in the next crossing.

i will do what a child does

knowing

you command a tree over man

give grace and shelter,

believing

your happiness protects us

now, this day

and

always

adapted:

writings & poems of paulo coelho and yehuda amichai

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vigil

wailin, richard, pat and the monks of yarra glen are an important part of my life in australia. they taught me how to love, laugh, live and pray. never one to turn away anyone in need, they share their warmth & hospitality with all. i miss them. their home-cooked meals, their poetry and music, the herbs and travel tales they used to share with me. they helped me find my second home when i was studying alone then, in melbourne. they now live in uncertainty & much fear as their lives and property hang threatened by the fire that rages on in victoria state. many have chosen to stay behind for as long as they can to ward fire off their property. because that is all they have left...i don't know how long more they can fight. a recent phonecall to them assures us that they are well, exhausted but safe, each community taking turns to watch the night, patrol their lands and alert each other should they detect danger miles ahead. it does not help that the fires are spread by fierce winds and gum-rich eucalyptus trees.Lord, protect and bring to an end the fires that they fear. many are old. they are tired. they fear abandonment. alot of us struggle to believe in your care in the middle of this hell and madness.

Lord

restore those whose lives are ruined and torn by destruction.

you are with them in their fear and loss

you will save

Lord, give us faith,

help our unbelief.

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the cistercian community at tarrawarra and the communities in healesville and all of australia ask for our prayers. for aid and for rain to stop the fires from raging and destroying their homes and lives

http://www.cistercian.org.au/

lor gambas: checkpoint 93

we can no longer tell
the difference between the cool jade of forest leaves and
the warm odour of sun melting sleeves, socks and boots.

the ground stings
with over-heated grass.
we can only stretch eyes this far,
attain some luck in stumbling, or succumbing
to the rising spells of emerald heat.

and there is fear of sundown...

our dreams morph

into sharpened ferns, chanting fields and

a moss of creatures creeping

to make sick these fantasies whispered

on our congealed beds of sweat raw chlorophyll...

the tale of the dead soldier lying beyond the night marsh -
he waits to join us again,

complete his final march.

* * * *** ***

my buddy treks behind me.
the day will not make him disappear.
his wet pores and clenched fists
secrete a secret will

to drag our bodies forth
to base camp.

never to arrive,
our desires liquify, blessing the ground
of our sacrifice.

picture courtesy of xiangxuan's account of ocs in facebook

heartspace

heartspace. i joined this community sometime last year, wanting to devote more time to ecology (i got my zoo posting!) and art to balance life & work. we meet on sat mornings. begin with sharing and close with a prayer, sometimes through song, a line from scripture or just begin a day framed in silence. and then we disperse into our own corners and pick materials of our choice. the hours pass in a simple play of colours. are allowed to experiment with any medium we wish; acrylic, crayon, clay, chinese brush, charcoal...anything that helps our heart to speak. when all is done, we place our works (in progress), sit back, distance ourselves from our pieces and comment on each others' works. there is no judgement. no appraisal. no grading. just (he)art speaking to (he)art, trusting the Spirit to guide us.

over here, i find courage to exorcise an old burden and rechart other undiscovered lands. i remember failing art for o-levels and labelled myself as a failure in that field for so many years. i never picked it up again until i joined heartspace. and these are the works i still create...the first piece was done in less than 2 minutes...a hurried attempt not to waste ink...i ceased the need to control. and spontaneity led to its genesis. for the second piece...i did not know the painting could be inverted (without losing its coherence) until another member told me so! 7 months lapsed between the 2 pieces i drew. the same blue tree appeared and inked the link between them. i still do not know what the blue tree said.

others resurrect a memory or loved one who went away. some portraits emerge from the dark terrain of searching and prayer, to reclaim a lost promise you once held with open hands.

you don't come here wanting to be an artist. you come- open, wanting to understand the process of becoming yourself again. though many members happen to be christian, we also welcome persons from other faiths as well. one of our members happens to be a buddhist who brings a different reading of life in her sharing.

i guess we don't always have a ready answer or reason for everything we draw. and it is ok to feel that way.

the same for life, wonder, love, pain, dreams and mystery. we don't always know their origins or haunting appeal to our spirit and psyche. but we chase, run away or experience them anyway...our need to be human is a gift we long to behold and re-create.


www.joannatan.com/heartspace.htm