but the ground remembers her
I am so fair, I’m almost translucent.
Is it easier for you to look right into me or to look right through me?
I have always been opaque to most. Dark against the background or bright against the flash.
Whenever I’m turning translucent, I am in a hurry to return to obscurity. So catch me before that. Catch this split of opening while you can still get through.
I have watched about 10 films this month. Quite a record. I watch films, to prepare myself for what’s ahead. I watch them, hoping to catch a reflection of my side of reality. Because things are always clearer when you see them from a third-party perspective.
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Colorful people, colorful lives.
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Hearing the continuous, rather monotonous chanting of the monks reciting their scriptures brings me back. To the night where Ong-Ong brought Angie and I on his motorcycle to the newly built Buddhist temple.
After observing the passing over ceremony for some time, Ong Ong asked, “how do you feel?”
I was ignorant and replied “tired”, but it made him laugh.
It’s refreshing to see how the religious leaders prayed for the country on Martyr’s day.
A different scenario now. It is late, sombre and a certain hollowness laid subconsciously in everyone. Staying up with my sister and cousins to watch over my late aunt’s funeral on the first night.
I am humbled by the love and unity I see in this big family, by the support shown by girl and glens friends. I wonder if the ppl who have less material possessions are more in touch with the humans around them while those with riches aren’t as compassionate. Because they are busy trying to get ahead of their peers, and stay ahead. It is sad that there is a trace of truth in this.
The other thing is… it seems that some religions have more elaborate ceremonies/procedures than the others. In Christianity, there is the weekly Sunday service. Taoism; a believer has to offer the joss sticks once a day. Funerals - one has to fold the incense paper and burn them to “guide” one’s deceased relative. For Christians, there is no burning of incense nor joss sticks. Herein lies the conundrum. Be the lazy granddaughter/niece/daughter who is not lifting a finger to help with all these. Or. To participate in religious rites with the nagging sense that you’re not keeping your actions in line with your faith.
Tonight I can see stars in the Singapore part of the sky. And that is comforting.
I will go home and listen to avril lavigne today. In so many ways, I am back at square one. Still struggling with the same demons, the age-old questions of life and death. Though in the same number of ways, I am looking at things from a different angle. With a slightly brighter attitude because God, You intended things to be this way.
Touching down at night time in a city and getting a window seat aren’t usually things that happen simultaneously. But I was blessed with both on Monday evening. Seeing strings of lights form a bridge and figuring if that is in Singapore or a neighboring country. Red, green, orange; they made up the three colours of the sparkling orbs against a sea of black.
Most mesmerizing to me is seeing ships lay on the seas’ surface like sampans, as if the ocean were eternally calm and would not produce giant waves that threaten to swallow everything in their paths.
That was the most striking element of that touchdown - hushed contemplative calmness.
I don’t recall hearing anyone exclaim the beauty of admiring a city from the space in between heaven and earth. Everyone was probably as captured by the rare imagery reflected in our eyes as I was - and time slows down. Perhaps this was in part due to deceleration of the aero plane, but it was beautiful, to feel suspended in air, suspended in time.
Some love was made for the lights
Some kiss your cheek and goodnight
This Vacay
I just wanna let loose
Let my family in
Get closer
Throw off the burden of having to look picture perfect all the time
The burden of having to take good photographs
No none of that
Have a good time
Be sane
Be comforted
I missed eating these as supper snacks. Even though they caused me to pack on the pounds.
Another one: sitting at the fountain at the square at night waiting for the laser show. Being in close proximity with the little Hungarian babies looking absolutely adorable bundled up in their winter-wear and beanies with their pink puffy cheeks. Remember feeling that I just couldn’t stand the cuteness, seeing them climb in and out and sitting in the fountain comfortably. Aww
I remember when ang and I were so Lang bei. We were defeated and thoroughly exhausted after that series of mishaps. So we got onto that rickshaw, or rather, bicycle shaw, and the uncle who seemed to be in his fifties cycling slowly back to royal house. Though it was crazy at night with so many cars still, the slow pace really calmed us down. I found the whole situation quite laughable, I think. To be slowly but steadily riding through the street, surrounded by all these headlamps and noisy motorcycles and cars coming so close to you and overtaking, swerving in and out. Still, I think I felt safe with that uncle. Just simply had the faith that he’ll bring us tothe right place. :)
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