Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Missing James Wong


James Wong Jim (1940 - 2004) Posted by Hello

I received a missed call and a text message from a friend saying James Wong Jim or fondly known as Jim Sook (Uncle Jim) passed away. I always believed that both him and Joseph Khoo Kar Fai are the pillars and guardians of the Chinese music industry. Their compositions and lyrics communicated directly to my heart.

At the age of 64, Jim Sook finally left us.

But one can never forget his wonderful works of art and in our hearts he remains alive forever.

When I look upon the stars in the sky
I will think of you...

You lived a great life, Uncle Jim.

With deepest condolences.

TO CAMBODIA

Hello everyone! I will be going to Angkor, Cambodia from November 25, 2004 (Thur) - December 4, 2004 (Sat). It is both a business and pleasure trip. There won't be any updates here until then.

Take care. See you when I get back.

Ciao!

Tuesday, November 23, 2004

Ngow Ngow


Wahai Kentang! Kau juga merupakan kurnian sahabat istimewa bagi ku. Posted by Hello

Yes! Yes! This is the FIRST X'mas card I received this year. And I am very HAPPY that it is from you, my dear dear friend. Gum sin tak le!

Lots of love from the owner of the ONE and ONLY Ngow Ngow.

Moooo!

Half Full

I am beginning to understand my agitation and frustration. It is mainly caused by Desire. This is the root of it all. Undefiled love is pure and far reaching. It should be selfless. Desire expects a reward. When I don't get what I want, it disrupts my mind. When the mind is confused, nothing seems fine. A confused mind attracts only evil thoughts resulting in unkind actions.

I should not have hoped for Gold in the first place. I should just give and love unconditionally.

What's in theory seems promising. But they remain as beautiful meaningless words unless put into practice.

Ciao!

Monday, November 22, 2004

Half gone

When I woke up this morning, I feel troubled as if I have not done something right. Perhaps I feel I have been foolishly chasing after something / someone that is not worthy of my time, effort and energy.

I just feel very disappointed that this thing that I hope would be gold turned out to be scrap metal.

Maybe it has always been scrap metal.

Note: This cheered me up a little. Thanks for sharing.

Consult not your fears but your hopes and your dreams.Think not about your frustrations, but about your unfulfilled potential. Concern yourself not with what you tried and failed in, but with what it is still possible for you to do.

- Pope John XXIII

Sunday, November 21, 2004

Dust

I witnessed a sanctimonious ceremony on Saturday. It was nothing spectacular but just unusual. Unusual in a sense it is no longer honoured today by many. People of the digital age forget about the Earth. Their speciality lies in cyber space. An invisible platform wired by technology.

Electronic transmission lifts things from the ground; literally. Gone are the days when messages have to travel on foot, a time consuming and ineffective process. News of birth and death arrived almost very late to the unexpecting receiver. But now with a click of a button; an email codified in packages of numbers flows through a complex and undefined dimension to the receiver. It happens in Real time, which means almost instantaneously. How far have we progressed.

Jobless pigeons wander about with no knowledge of a skillful messenger their acestors once was. While humans created a much speedier and compact solution, we simultaneously create the equal number of problems caused by the solutions. Because the solutions provided are mechanical and digital answers that in themselves require to be maintained and improved.

Strangely it is the law of nature that digital solutions are never perfect. Problems arise and new solutions come along. And tied-in with the solution comes more problems. This cycle goes on and on until we have had enough of technology and decide to go back to basic. Maybe a long time from now.

When I witnessed the ground-breaking ceremony of the building of the Earth altar, I noticed that how distant I am from the soil. I have never walked bare-footed on grass before and feel the coolness of Mother's Earth nectar tickling my skin. The very pair of feet that I depend on every second of the day kissing the ground. Without my shoes on, I felt naked but cushioned by the love of Mother Earth.

My business partner and I documented the ceremony on film in the hope of preserving this sacred communion with nature. Everyday we fight against nature. Chopping down trees, building new railways, errecting taller buildings that would one day hit the summit of the world and surpressing our higher-selves from emerging with false hopes and fake happiness.

We need material wealth to satisfy our outer body. As long as I am alive in this present body, I need material comfort. It is also by nature that my stomach growls when I am hungry. I need food. I can't breathe and will suffocate. So I need fresh air. I need water or I will die of dehydration. All these automatically answer the pre-ordained call of nature.

Maybe it is also our nature to use what is naturally available to move forward. On the path to what we arbitrarily believe as progess, we destroy our nature. We also don't fulfill our higher-selves and achieve the internal balance.

Maybe this is the price we have to pay for not understanding our True nature.

Divine blessings for all.

The Train Ride Home III

NOTE: I have posted these writings on another forum. For those who have read them before, please bear with me.

For continuity, please start with "The Train Ride Home" followed by "The Train Ride Home II".

Thanks.

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For a moment I wondered if the father knew what he was doing would destroy the psyche of his daughter. I could clearly view that she tried so hard to please him. To each attempt she tried, he only gave her a cold shoulder.

I don't want to be presumptious but I reckon some (not all) parents prefer a son over a daughter and vise versa. The gender preference causes a split among siblings and ultimately destroys harmony in a family. The less fortunate child feels unworthy because his or her value is connected to how much they sensed that they are loved by their parents. If either or both parent shows signs of rejection, the level of self-confidence drops as the child grows up.

Do you know the story of "Sit Ting San and his father?" General Sit Yan Guai was a brave and famous general and he was blessed with a boy and a girl. In a dream it was prophesised that his son Sit Ting San would kill him with a bow and arrow. Therefore he brought up Ting San as a scholar and his daughter as a warrior. Ting San aspired to follow his father's footstep as a warrior to be in service of the Emperor. But General Sit feared that his son would end up taking his life so barred him from touching any weapons and he could only study. On the other hand General Sit also wanted a child to be in service of the Emperor and so forced his daughter to train in the army camp. However this poor girl hated to be treated as a man and she yearned to be the precious lady-like and soft spoken girl.

I love this story because it simply depicts how parents believe that they know best and refused to listen to their children. I am not saying that a child should rebel but a child should be given a right to speak and to be heard. Of course the final decision remains with the parents still.

Very often the persons who discriminate do not realise their own wrong doings. More so they are not aware that their actions are hurtful. Even more devastating if they know what they are doing but condone their misdeeds with the false belief of "This is my life so I can do what I like. If you don't like what I am doing, tough luck."

I personally believe that it is very mean and selfish for anyone to pick and choose on others based on classifications. The more advance we are the more reasons to discriminate. By this I mean humans classify each other by looking at differences. This is the danger. Someone who evaluate others based on let's say the clothes they wear will favour those who dress the same and alienate the unfashionable peasants. But the peasants equally believe that those who spend thousands of dollars on a shirt are absolutely nuts.

The argument is instead of spying on the differences let's accept that we are not the same and live together happily. We have to agree to disagree. It is a mistake, I think to try to force everyone to treat each other as the same. I don't think that is a humanly possible idea because the fact remains we are world's apart.

Therefore we must respect each other's lifestyle, culture, tradition, religion and choices as much we respect ours. We have to be considerate and avoid performing acts that upset others.

To be realistic, I know that it is difficult to abstain from exercising favoritism but we must do so only after much consideration and to ensure that no one is hurt in the process. One must be selfless and to be so, it requires sacrifice.

Instead of selecting this person over the others, perhaps one should learn to like each and everyone as a unique individual with all his or her imperfections.

After all no one is perfect; including the one who discriminates, the one BEing discriminated and the one who is writing this message.

Ciao!