Saturday, July 31, 2004

Life is life

"I would prefer things simpler,
disorganised,
Happily disorganised."

"Don't you like the menu?"
"It's very good.
But with all that money,
couldn't we do something more?"

Friday, July 30, 2004

Steve Vai and the Charism of Madre Teresa

Last night was the Vai concert. I am two minds about it. At the beginning was some hot-blooded rifts and guitar solos but after an hour or so, it just felt like guitar overdose... Maybe I am just getting old. It was great to be there though and there were moments when I was transported 10 years back, jamming with the band. Of course Vai still kicks ass on stage.

They also featured a local guitarist who had won a contest and got to play alongside Vai for a while. Vai introduced him and ask if his “sound was okay” and said “okay, now don’t you kick my ass”. They played a Hendrix song and the guy ?Rezmi was just standing at the corner unassumingly. I thought he was a gonner and would stand there pretending to strum. How wrong. He started to really kick ass with his guitar. His rift lasted for a sizzling 3 minutes - Unbelievable. He become somewhat of a national pride to the crowd and there were hands in the air in the “rock configuration” in approval. I felt very proud of him. Now that is something to be really proud of. Screw table tennis.

At 11, made my way back to the car and drove back all the time chanting,” Don’t forget to bring home Matt from my mum’s”

At 0100 after Matt’s feed, a bath and stomach churning Kimchi instant noodles, I put in the Madre Teresa of Calcutta into the iBook. This is the second time I am watching it and it moves me even more. (What a pondan). I sleep, wake up at 3.30 to feed master, sleep wake up at 7 and feed master again and watch another half hour of Madre Teresa. It moves me again.

So I am thinking; two hours of ear-busting guitar from a world’s virtuoso vs a slightly poor production of the little woman’s life.


Life is life

"I would prefer things simpler,
disorganised,
Happily disorganised."

"Don't you like the menu?"
"It's very good.
But with all that money,
couldn't we do something more?"

Steve Vai and the Charism of Madre Teresa

Last night was the Vai concert. I am two minds about it. At the beginning was some hot-blooded rifts and guitar solos but after an hour or so, it just felt like guitar overdose... Maybe I am just getting old. It was great to be there though and there were moments when I was transported 10 years back, jamming with the band. Of course Vai still kicks ass on stage.
Vai Concert
They also featured a local guitarist who had won a contest and got to play alongside Vai for a while. Vai introduced him and ask if his “sound was okay” and said “okay, now don’t you kick my ass”. They played a Hendrix song and the guy ?Rezmi was just standing at the corner unassumingly. I thought he was a gonner and would stand there pretending to strum. How wrong. He started to really kick ass with his guitar. His rift lasted for a sizzling 3 minutes - Unbelievable. He become somewhat of a national pride to the crowd and there were hands in the air in the “rock configuration” in approval. I felt very proud of him. Now that is something to be really proud of. Screw table tennis.

At 11, made my way back to the car and drove back all the time chanting,” Don’t forget to bring home Matt from my mum’s”

At 0100 after Matt’s feed, a bath and stomach churning Kimchi instant noodles, I put in the Madre Teresa of Calcutta into the iBook. This is the second time I am watching it and it moves me even more. (What a pondan). I sleep, wake up at 3.30 to feed master, sleep wake up at 7 and feed master again and watch another half hour of Madre Teresa. It moves me again.

So I am thinking; two hours of ear-busting guitar from a world’s virtuoso vs a slightly poor production of the little woman’s life.


Thursday, July 29, 2004

A taste of goodness


I was at the beach a week ago and as I walked near the tree line, I saw a cluster of these fruits hanging off the Syzygium ?longiflora Being the botanist, I plucked one and tasted it. It was a little sharp but felt like jambo concentrate. That was the highlight of the evening out.

A taste of goodness


I was at the beach a week ago and as I walked near the tree line, I saw a cluster of these fruits hanging off the Syzygium ?longiflora Being the botanist, I plucked one and tasted it. It was a little sharp but felt like jambo concentrate. That was the highlight of the evening out.

Friday, July 16, 2004

But Vai?

Rock on brudder, that's what I say. Steve Vai's coming to Singapore and I just got two tickets for it...woohooo! Time to take out the ole' axe and jam a bit.....kerraanngg Must remember to bring binoculars cos the seats are pretty far back. Long live the lizard.

But Vai?

Rock on brudder, that's what I say. Steve Vai's coming to Singapore and I just got two tickets for it...woohooo! Time to take out the ole' axe and jam a bit.....kerraanngg Must remember to bring binoculars cos the seats are pretty far back. Long live the lizard.

Monday, July 12, 2004

Less expensive coffee please.

Do not be afraid to contradict the world. How resonating this sentence is...

Watched Mother Teresa of Calcutta over the weekend. Order the DVD online at SGD$29.90 from Popular. Those words have been in my head eversince. Jen liked the part where Mother Teresa likened herself to a pencil and that God was the writer. She squealed with awe and said "wah liao..." I am rereading the book about her. Actually, I find the writing (Spink, 1997) about her life very soothing and a balm to a very convoluted/ing world. The parts I really like in the film is the part where she leaves the convent prior to starting her work in the slums and how she dissolved the funds committee during a business-like meeting where $3 mineral water was served and talks about how SMS was going to reduce some of their logistics costs were carried out. $3 apparently, was a year's school fees in Calcutta then. (Of course as I write, I am drinking a S$2.10 cup of coffee; I must try my best to consume less expensive coffee...).

Reference:
Spink, Kathryn (1997). Mother Teresa : a complete authorized biography . Kathryn Spink. HarperSanFrancisco, San Francisco: c1997. ISBN: 0062508253 0062515535

Less expensive coffee please.

Do not be afraid to contradict the world. How resonating this sentence is...

Watched Mother Teresa of Calcutta over the weekend. Order the DVD online at SGD$29.90 from Popular. Those words have been in my head eversince. Jen liked the part where Mother Teresa likened herself to a pencil and that God was the writer. She squealed with awe and said "wah liao..." I am rereading the book about her. Actually, I find the writing (Spink, 1997) about her life very soothing and a balm to a very convoluted/ing world. The parts I really like in the film is the part where she leaves the convent prior to starting her work in the slums and how she dissolved the funds committee during a business-like meeting where $3 mineral water was served and talks about how SMS was going to reduce some of their logistics costs were carried out. $3 apparently, was a year's school fees in Calcutta then. (Of course as I write, I am drinking a S$2.10 cup of coffee; I must try my best to consume less expensive coffee...).

Reference:
Spink, Kathryn (1997). Mother Teresa : a complete authorized biography . Kathryn Spink. HarperSanFrancisco, San Francisco: c1997. ISBN: 0062508253 0062515535

Wednesday, July 07, 2004

No kosong?

We were at Newton Circus hawker centre and unlike tourist, we ordered stuff like chinese rojak, chicken rice and popiah.  We decided to treat Josh to his fav roti-prata...  So I carried him and excitedly told him that we were going to order prata. Jen said,"okay, this time just order 1 for him."(he gobbled up two the last time and for a 2.5 year old kid, two pratas should be quite a lot... That's how much he loves it). Happily, I went to the nearest store and ordered, "one kosong, please." Lo and behold, the owner said, "we don't do kosongs in Newton, only Murtabaks." I felt faint but held steady and mustered my most dumbfounded look and walked away.

No kosong?

We were at Newton Circus hawker centre and unlike tourist, we ordered stuff like chinese rojak, chicken rice and popiah.  We decided to treat Josh to his fav roti-prata...  So I carried him and excitedly told him that we were going to order prata. Jen said,"okay, this time just order 1 for him."(he gobbled up two the last time and for a 2.5 year old kid, two pratas should be quite a lot... That's how much he loves it). Happily, I went to the nearest store and ordered, "one kosong, please." Lo and behold, the owner said, "we don't do kosongs in Newton, only Murtabaks." I felt faint but held steady and mustered my most dumbfounded look and walked away.

Monday, July 05, 2004

An audience of three

Today, I captivated an audience of three. In the middle was an old stalwart in his 50’s, and on his right, a man 10 years his junior. On his left was a lady my age.

I regaled, I inspired and I stoked the flames of long forgotten ideals. The angst was showing in Mr Chairman and the room felt smaller as necks stretched forward and they listened with anticipation. I was asked what my inspiration was and I spoke of the writing in the journal, and how it had stuck in my head, infecting my thoughts which lead me on a journey, a response to a call.

I was eloquent with ideas that had ruminated in my mind the last few months and I spoke of the system and elitism; of the neighbourhood from where I had received my education. My opinions were measured directly at Mr Chairman, with whom I seemed to have made an impression. My thoughts though, were on the right-hand man, who seemed unmoved. He asked a question and I answered at length and he perked up. The lady then asked what true learning was and I made a speech about experiential learning and related it to my own learning curves in both lab and field. It seemed to go well with them and the crowd cheered. They were in consensus.

The question came for which I had thought about many nights and many days. I answered from the heart and I felt the crescendo in the room.

It was time to go and I was warmly told to have a good day, twice.

An audience of three

Today, I captivated an audience of three. In the middle was an old stalwart in his 50’s, and on his right, a man 10 years his junior. On his left was a lady my age.

I regaled, I inspired and I stoked the flames of long forgotten ideals. The angst was showing in Mr Chairman and the room felt smaller as necks stretched forward and they listened with anticipation. I was asked what my inspiration was and I spoke of the writing in the journal, and how it had stuck in my head, infecting my thoughts which lead me on a journey, a response to a call.

I was eloquent with ideas that had ruminated in my mind the last few months and I spoke of the system and elitism; of the neighbourhood from where I had received my education. My opinions were measured directly at Mr Chairman, with whom I seemed to have made an impression. My thoughts though, were on the right-hand man, who seemed unmoved. He asked a question and I answered at length and he perked up. The lady then asked what true learning was and I made a speech about experiential learning and related it to my own learning curves in both lab and field. It seemed to go well with them and the crowd cheered. They were in consensus.

The question came for which I had thought about many nights and many days. I answered from the heart and I felt the crescendo in the room.

It was time to go and I was warmly told to have a good day, twice.

Saturday, July 03, 2004

Dreidel



"Dreidel, dreidel dreidel... I made it out of clay
Dredel, dreidel, dreidel... With dreidel, I shall play."

Had an awesome Jewish dinner last night and the host gave me a dreidel.  Josh loves the song he heard on Sesame Street and makes us sing it all the time when he spins his tops, which could be anything from a wheel of a dismembered toy car, a block, a ten-cent coin. Now, he's got a real one.

Dreidel



"Dreidel, dreidel dreidel... I made it out of clay
Dredel, dreidel, dreidel... With dreidel, I shall play."

Had an awesome Jewish dinner last night and the host gave me a dreidel.  Josh loves the song he heard on Sesame Street and makes us sing it all the time when he spins his tops, which could be anything from a wheel of a dismembered toy car, a block, a ten-cent coin. Now, he's got a real one.

Friday, July 02, 2004

Teething baby gets baptised


Matt got baptised on 27 June 2004. He gets cuter by the day and was all smiles throughout the ceremony.

Thursday, July 01, 2004

Teething baby gets baptised


Matt got baptised on 27 June 2004. He gets cuter by the day and was all smiles throughout the ceremony.