Saturday, November 13, 2004

The Train Ride Home


Enthralled Posted by Hello

The train ride home is always entertaining. I never failed to find amusement amidst the many passengers who are on the same path as I am. Their demeanours are much better choreographed than a stage play.

NOTE: There are some thoughts which I love to share but my mind is not responding. It is out of sync with my heart. So I will write later after my appointment in the city. Ciao!

Thursday, November 11, 2004

Yellow yellow, dirty fellow!

"This is what is happening in every day life. For the entire life people act like a moth attracted to the flame, completely hallucinated, not knowing that the flame will burn. While they still have the power to fly they will continue to go towards the flame. "
By Kyabje Lama Zopa Rinpoche

Again I am under the devious spell of hallucinations. The power of desire is overwhelming that I have to fight a violent battle. Whenver I feel upset and before I go a step further, I ask the potent question. "Is it caused by my ego which comes from attachment / desire?"

I have the ability to laugh at my own foolishness. The quotation above rings true like a subtle bell neutralising the filth on my mind. Whenever something annoys me it is because I allow it to. It is because that "thing" has distrubed what I believe to be good and virtuos. For example a poem I wrote, my films or my principles that I hold on so tightly; attachment. Because they are mine and they have to be right.

Of course they are right in my point of view. Whether I get validations from others, it does not make my poem "righter" or my films "truer". See the point? Like wise if others criticise my work or trash my beliefs they don't make my poems and films worse. It is all on my mind. My allowing others to influence my fluctuating mind because of my attachment to what is mine.

By attachment I refer to the flame. No doubt everyone needs to have the drive, the aspiration to do something. The flame is good. But it is not the doing but the "becoming and being" that is important. What I mean is the lesson that I learn from doing something and not the end product which is important. If we are attached to the final product because I spent many sleepness nights, a lot of money and my brilliance to do something, then I will cling on to "my creation". When people chastise "my creation", I get upset. When people say I am this and that, I get upset.

You see, the end product or me the person per se means nothing. It is the process of creation whereby I learn about things I never knew existed or a discovery of an instilled feeling which causes the rapture in life; the search within that brings unending happiness. The tangible end product only brings unending miseries because we need constant encouragement to highlight our greatness. The condition of "becoming and being" is a state of mind and not a grapable thing.

If one thinks this way, one won't be attached to the end product, to the big "I". Create, learn, let go and move on. Letting go and moving on are essential. Or else the end product which includes our physical selves will tie us to the depths of craving, envy and hatred. The bottomless pit of ignorance.

I go through this everyday. I do get upset if someone says something bad about me. But it is entirely up to me to decide if that thing should irritate me or not. That's when I have to be mindful. Step back and watch my irritation and anger. Learn and then let go. It is never easy. I am still learning.

The thing is, after writing this whole piece I must also let it go. The journey of writing it helped me to reflect on a lot of things and to move on. This is not a great piece of work that others need to praise. =)

Ciao!

Tuesday, November 09, 2004

A breezy Tangarine


Don't bother counting the leaves on a tree. Just enjoy the breeze. Posted by Hello

I had a long day today. It some what challenged my ego. I felt threatened by some one who is more experienced and knowledgeable than I am. Instinctively, I should just keep quiet and listen. But because he was also a person whose morality I questioned I refused to take pride in what he told me. Instead I strongly believed that he was being difficult and vindictive.

Before I jumped into any conclusions, I stepped out of the situation to evaluate if I am being subjective. The answer is inevitably in the affirmative.

After much meditation I take whatever he said and taught in good will. If I belittle and mock him for having ill intentions, am I no better than he is?

For what I have learnt and the knowledge he has imparted I thank him. This is the light I should see him in. If I am not in content with what he is doing perhaps the best solution is for me not to be involved and to tell him politely of my leaving.

Life is short. Why bother counting the leaves on a tree? Just enjoy the breeze.

Bed time. Sweet dreams. It's an eventful and wishful day tomorrow. Will tell you all about it. In the meantime some lovely Sally Yeh music shall sing me to sleep. =)

Ciao!

One Phone Call


So faint are the lines that form fails
So blur are the eyes that won't see
So mean are the hearts that won't feel
In the name of love, art survives. Posted by Hello

It is a bad omen when the telephone rings in the midst of laughters. I fear that my prediction is true. Recently I was introduced to a young man named Kevin. He is 17 and a budding self-taught photographer. I have seen some of his work s and am impressed. However he sees his career as a medical doctor, which I am glad. Photography can always be a hobby.

Before anything could happen, parents can be the most ruthless people. Kevin was banned from photography. He called me just a while ago to inform that he is leaving for London next Monday. An ultimatum from his dad and he was not allowed to take his camera along. Upon getting his results he shall return home and prepare for pre-medical school in India. For the time being he is not permitted to waste time taking photographs. Kevin's uncle is a principal pharmacist in London.

Why? Artists are often misunderstood as squanderers and pigment of vices. But it is thru Art that values and morality are kept alive.

I am not fighting a course. Who am I to burden such a heavy load? I just hope that the youth of the day understands the importance of personal development and not undermine it by placing chains of restrictions around it. As much as they want to pursue a career path they shouldn't neglect their emotional needs. But do parents understand such dire needs and nurture their children completely?

Look at the youths today. They partake in gang fights, vandalism and even conspire in murders. All because they want to belong to a group. As humans we have the sense of belonging to a community that shares the same interest as us. Simply said they need a hobby, a healthy activity to motivate their creativity and help them grow emotionally.

It is the job of the Artist to excite the youths to think emotionally. A good movie encourages its viewers not to give up on their dreams and to perseverre. A tender song heals a broken heart. A tragedy depicted in a painting touches the soul.

People can have so much of money and still be poor. Does anyone even understand this statement?

I sincerely wish Kevin and all the youth out there a successful journey in life.

Morning ticks

I woke up feeling great this morning, which is rare considering for the past few days I haven't been sleeping well at night. I am trying hard to rid the habit of heavy reading before I sleep. By heavy reading I mean materials that require thinking and analysing. After which my mind stays alert and active until wee hours of the morning. It's about time I buy some light hearted happy books. =) Suggestions anyone?

The first email I replied pertained to scriptwriting. I was asked to provide a feed back on the drafting of a scriptwriting course in Malaysia. Seriously, I don't think I know much about what it takes to run a course. Not that I have written some award winning scripts. Heck! I am an emerging scriptwriter. The operative word here being "emerging." Hint hint! Nonetheless I took the challenge head on and concocted something cliche like "Teaching scriptwriting is not like teaching English. It is more akin to teaching Art/painting. It requires personal attention. The progress of each student differs and should be monitored individually."

I have to spend the rest of the day writing/editing a company portfolio. It is interesting at times cos some of the personal data I received are hilarious. Once I received the personal data of this pariticular general manager and it was 7 pages long! He even penned down his achivement in winning a story telling competition when he was in Primary 1. He was short of telling me his sex life. Of course I slashed everything down to one paragraph. I know that he is the general manager but even the Managing Director gets a publicity flash of one paragraph only. Tough luck buddy!

Have to get back to work now. All of you out there, have a HAPPY day!

Ciao!

Monday, November 08, 2004

Mum, thou art innate in my soul



Ivy Chua (October 7, 1948 - May 17, 2002)
in the loving memory of my beloved mother Posted by Hello

Spin
By: Wendy Loh

page after page
verse after verse
writes the events of tomorrow
from the memories of a broken telescope
spins the turnstile of life
far away cries a little girl
who lost her favorite toy
in a distance views a warrior
a lover and a mother
tide rises and the sea aged
trees wither in the cold
flowers blossomed
warm air fills the room;
smoke smolders the name of man
when earth engulfed her body

in her child she lives
in those who loves her, she remains
reflections in the mirror
episodes of the familiar

beauty is an evidence of existence
time fades what the eyes see
never what the heart feels.

all that end also begin
the turnstile of life continue to spin.

Sally Yeh in Concert


Sally Yeh's NOW's MY PRIME - 25th Anniversary Concert. March 2004, Hong Kong Coliseum. I was there with a group of fellow Sally Yeh Fans. A grand international fans gathering. Had a great time.

Ciao!

First Post

This is my first post. I hope to come up with something more impactful. But then I rather be sincere. I talk a lot about sincerity. At times I think I might be boring or at times most people don't understand half the things I said. I realised that I am becoming an intellectual closet.