resolution 77

Love begets love. First extend genuine love and only then, would love come to you. If you expect and demand to be loved, then you fall from love. You don’t love her more if she is good to you and you don’t love her less if she rejects you. This is not genuine love but indisputable selfishness.

A gift given from the heart does not ask for anything in return. It is the joy of giving and sharing that gives meaning to a box wrapped in ribbons. Or else, it is merely a box wrapped in ribbons with something inside. Then it becomes not a gift but a contractual obligation of “I give you a thing for something in return.” It could be for recognition, a title, a sense of belonging and nothing less than trying to ingratiate into someone’s life for rewards and profits. It is insincere if it makes you feel proud that someone received your gift. It is hideous if you believe that the gift wins favours.

You give a gift because it is a way to show that you care enough; your desired intention to be there for this very special person. It is the same as stopping to help an old lady to cross the street. You be there for her at the time she needs someone. You drop your duty and status as a lawyer, accountant, Muslim, Senator or whatever and let kindness and love take over. You pay your compassion forward, you earnestly give. Something much deeper and ancient fills your entire body; it is in fact a familiar feeling from way down. You were once swimming in love and compassion when you were a child. But duties and social standing as an adult make you forget and uncomfortable to show your sensitivity. This is a gift you can offer to humanity. Make someone feel happy and appreciated.

Acceptance by this person is not a condition, only your genuine love for her is.

Thanks for caring.

2006 is a great year of self-discovery. I never learned so much about myself and accepted who I am unconditionally until I love the introvert that is lodged deep within. It is only when I know myself can I live the external the best way without freaking out.

2006 is a great year of love. I loved and loved and loved and loved so hard, it hurts. Though, I am not complaining because there is someone special who gives me strength. Strength of another kind. It is always fine to be gentle, soft and graceful. So much of energy in tenderness.

2006 is a great year of living dangerously...

2007 is a great year of spiritual growth. It is a great year to love and to be loved. It is a great year to live life in abundance.

Happy New Year! May you be blessed with love, joy, good health and prosperity. Cheers to personal development!

blown away

Please spare me time to mourn for the loss of someone I am not sure how to describe. As the last few seconds of Christmas day tick away, so does my hope. It is over. The wind carried with it the last chance for a miracle to occur. Everything should have ended that day. But I persisted and insisted until today. Finally, it cracked and reality shone through. Perhaps the wind took with it fanciful clouds that blocked the sun or did it reveal darker layers of flickering storm?

If this is a story, a film, can I write the ending I want? Maybe I just want to start again.

HaPpY ChRiStMaS

May your days be merry and bright.

May your life be filled with light.

May love put an end to all worldly fights.

flower.dragon.wits

It is a tragedy and to an extent, a comedy. Because it is funny that director Zhang Yimou does not understand that endlessly long battle scenes with blinding golden sets can be boring. Although metaphorically, golden flowers may signify the fragile and imperfect royal family, an over used idea is as good as not making sense at all. It is a meaningful script that makes a film worthwhile and not impressive casts, costumes and CGI. However, I must admit that Curse of the Golden Flower has its moments. I am not refering to the over-flowing bosoms although those are sinfully enticing.

A Shakespearean-type tragedy, which is the spirit of this film is true of a power-seeking man to not even trust his wife and sons. Take away the exaggerrated costumes and armors, we have a neglected and demanted wife who desires the company of her step son. She plans to overthrow her husband's rule by emotionally blackmailing her biological son to revolt agaisnt his own father. A husband who runs his kingdom with an iron fist leads to his own destruction. The forgotten and unloved youngest son plots to seek revenge by killing the eldest crown prince. While on the other hand, the crown prince is a useless and horny coward.

Bring all these characters together, we have a comical tragedy. A whole lot of mess here and only if Zhang Yimou didn't spend ample time and effort on special effects and perfecting golden flowers; do away with countless lengthy scenes of exquisite palace life, but injected in more characterisations and down play the stereotypes of a dysfunctional family, he would have directed a golden film.

Fine, I give credit where it is due. Eragon, the novel was written by 15 year old Christopher Paolini. He is 22 now and is about to complete book 3 of the Eragon trilogy. I would say that Jeremy Irons who plays a defeated dragon rider and mentor to Eragon, Brom saved the movie where acting is concern. John Malkovich had way too little scenes to do anything else but to be desperately angry.

This is a typical story of a poor farm boy who is called to an unwanted adventure, like that of Luke Skywalker. However, he is destined to unite mankind against evil. He is bestowed with powers or force and in the case of Eragon, a dragon named Saphira and a magic sword, Zaroc. It also reminds me of Spiderman whereby Peter Parker caused the death of his uncle because he let free a robber who came into his path. The robber took money from a manager who refused to pay Peter the agreed sum. Now, we have Eragon who by chance found a dragon egg that brought upon death to his uncle when the cruel king, Galbatorix (John Malkovich) ambushed his house looking for it and his uncle died in his stead. I somehow find this idea to be cliche. And so, the adventure of Eragon and Saphira continues.

I admit that there is one scene from the film that I personally find emotionally evoking. Brom suffers a deadly wound as a result of Eragon's arrogance. And Saphira intimated to Eragon that as a dragon rider, Brom is to die with pride. Brom was placed on Saphira and they both took off into the air with grace and finally, Brom exhaled his last breath on the back of a dragon.

Meaningful battles, if there is such a sad irony. A Battle of Wits speaks of the Mozi philosophy of universal love and inaction. Set during the period of the warring states in China, men, women and children served the warlords and kings like slaves. Every state wants to defeat the other. Battles in the name of peace, were inevitable. As Mozi Ge Li, the lead character of this film said, "Is there anyone who dies in a war that is not innocent? Isn't an enemy human too?"

Mozi Ge Li was stationed to defend the tiny City Liang against the attacks of the State of Zhou. Through this battle, he realises that war will not lead to peace because as his enemies perished in the flames of his wits, so did his soul.

I recommend this film to people who care enough about peace, unity and love. Even if you don't like Andy Lau or are of the opinion that he is over rated, this film has strong story depths that gets you thinking about the world and its currently warring state.

being alive

Imagine eating an over-sized burger and actually eating the towering-foodscraper are two different things. I am sure you know for certain that I don't get to sniff the burger if no one prepared it for me. People work hard to get things done in every aspect. The fact is that I paid for my food but I won't go as far as to ignore and forget the genuine people behind the cooking scenes.

I send my thanks to Judy for allowing me to help in an amazing production, for without her I would not have had the chance to witness and to participate in the making of an adventurous epic. Nothing like tasting film-making first hand.

My sincere appreciation to Bill, the story producer that I was assisting, for teaching me many things about story-telling and creating an effective emotion in a scene. Thank you for being ever so kind and caring. Somehow I feel that you looked after me much more that my looking after you.

The crew was highly dedicated to their work. I have never worked with a group of people that had so much of tenacity, passion and enthusiasm for film-making. The cameras were constantly ready, the soundman made sure voices were recorded loud and clear and everyone literally loved what they were doing.

Now I understand what it takes to give birth to works of incalculable artistic value. Two things and they are passion and selflessness. It happens when the person doing the work ceases to exist. It is never for "what do i get out of this?" and "would doing this make me happy?" In other words, work is done not due to personal glory, to feel good and for status, but for a higher unknown reason. It is being alive for its own sake.

being introvert

And it can be lonely inside but that is where I am most of the time. When I look outside through the little viewfinder, the world is big and threatening. As a result of which, I climb back into my shell and take with me whatever it is that I find soothing and safe. But the choices I make are always inaccurate. I invite disasters into my tiny hut. I am now sick because of that. I no longer know what to say and what to feel. I can't even tell if I know what love is other than it being a romantic concept.

As each second clocks by, I feel enclosed, entrenched and bound. By what, I don't know. I stop nearly all artistic expressions because I don't wan't to share. In fact, I feel that I refrain from truly loving because I can't locate more seeds to plant. I am barren, devoid of light.

I quit talking.

surfing board

I have been living unconsciously for a long time. Each event that happened brings about an opening of the heart. The mind becomes less active. Thoughts no longer beat like a drum but sing like a flute. I am going through certain experiences to awaken an embeded truth. People that I meet and fall so deeply in love with, situations that bite into every bit of my body, enemies that drive me to the end of the world and losses that become unbearable to support pass by like fleeting hawks. I am not them. I am not us. I am not anything. I am not this and that. They come and go and I still am. Nothing happened. I am.

the people's princess

Certain people have the charisma and smiles that could launch a thousand ships. Basically, they don't have to do anything. They just have to be; as simple as that. To simply be is a concept difficult to grasp for the majority of the population. It seems easy and it is not a daunting task for someone who is natural at it. But for a practical person that has an inclination toward facts and figures, to be is as hard as hiking Mount Everest in sandals. To him, it is simply illogical.

Some people inspires others with one look. Because that look penetrates to the soul. It is enough to fuel a forgotten dream of the receipient. It is not the makings of the media because people who are true to their hearts, shine through everywhere. They work from within and that is authenticity, which is a value that keeps us going back to them.

A practical person can pretend to be authentically nurturing but very soon, the mask wears down. I am not saying that someone who is factual is pretentious. They are very real and genuine. But their focus are on hard and dry facts, things and objective findings. They forget what is fundamental to everyone of us, the human touch.

For the someone(s) who occasionally come into my life to uplift my declining spirits, I love you. I thank you, the princess of my heart.

a battle of love

For the days I wonder why don't what I want come true, I remind myself that life is great as it is. Look at how lucky we are to be alive, to have caring parents, good friends, decent meals and a comfortable home. Compared with the people living in war striken areas, we have much to be thankful for. Developing countries with high rates of poverty leave their people with no choice but to suffer in hunger and diseases. And yet, knowing the big picture, I can't help but to focus on my tiny problems.

Maybe I feel that there is nothing I can do for them. There is no hope in salvation to regenerate love and compassion in the hearts of status conscious rich nations. We all go on living our lives; I have got my issues, I don't have a job, I can't find a lover, I am not getting a reply from her, I don't care what my parents think, I am gay and so piss off, I an aiming for a scholarship, I am going to win that tournament, I hate my landlord, my colleagues are lazy and so on.

The interesting thing is that we enjoy this seperation between "us" and "them". Because it indirectly gives us power to feel bigger and better than "them" and so, I ought to help them poor souls. Sometimes for every bit of charity we do, it is proper to ponder upon our motivations. The driving point must never be out of self-aggrandizement, to improve one's influence and status. Ultimately, the end result is for us to feel good. Whatever we do in life, to be honest is to make ourselves feel good. Everything we engage in from donating to killing, it is to feel good. It is always me, me and me. We offer our seat to an old lady because it feels good to give-up our right for a better cause. How magnanimous!

So, before we declare love for another, think and re-think, if you should say it to a mirror or to the person?

I didn't lie! I swear!

Your EQ is 167

50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick! 51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese. 71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely. 91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that. 111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt. 131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin. 150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.

What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?

My oh my...167

Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence

You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well. An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly. You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view. A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary. You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.

What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?

True so true...I write, translate and read law. I love reading too.

You Are 100% Psychic

You are so very psychic. But you already predicted that, didn't you? You have "the gift" - and you use it daily to connect with others. You're very tapped into the world around you... Just make sure to use your powers for good!

Are You Psychic?

Speechless...

Your Vocabulary Score: A

Congratulations on your multifarious vocabulary! You must be quite an erudite person.

How's Your Vocabulary?

Oh.... I don't know the meaning of multifarious!

You Are An INFP

The Idealist You are creative with a great imagination, living in your own inner world. Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships. It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close. But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop. You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist.

What's Your Personality Type?

Writer...hmmm...

G5 says...

The new 007, Daniel Craig looks like Gollum with a Hercules body-built. He is not dashing, good looking, sexy or even cute. He does not have style, is not gentle, romantic, handsome and articulate. So, why Craig as Bond, James Bond?

Let me start by saying that we all make-up Bond to be either the Sean Connery or Pierce Brosnan type. To be fair, the films portray him to be so. Bond must always be near perfection. The bad boy that every man wants to be and the every woman wants to have. This is all fine because Bond is an image of how a fearless and high IQ secret agent ought to be. But has he always been like this?

Casino Royale is Ian Fleming's first 007 novel and only now has it been adapted into a film. And so as a novice, Bond is careless, egoistical, rough and unpolished. He is more of a British Secret Service hitman than a secret agent. He lecks the posture and charm of an experienced spy. The story starts of with Bond killing his first two victims, traitors of the service. After completing this mission, he is promoted to the desirable 007 status. Next, he has been assigned his first task, as 007, after much consideration by M when he had shown no dexterity and humility in carrying out his duties.

Bond walks around with a big chip on his shoulders. But, of course, because he is fresh and overtly confident. In Casino Royale, Bond becomes emotional because he has no clue as to what a 007 is, in person. It is a professional job but it involves killing and being new at it, the question of morality plays ruthlessly in his mind.

In other words, Craig did great in portraying an unrefined Bond. He acts tough but is lost most of the time. He defies orders, breaks into M's apartment, busts into an embassy and stops at nothing to prove himself right. He feels pain and in many ways are more realistic compared with the other Bond's characterisations. At the end of the story, it provides for an explanation as to why Bond becomes the man he is in the other series of the novel, which ironically have been made into films first; the womaniser, arrogant, untrusting, suspicious and emotionally detached son of a gun.

Craig is attractive in ways that brought out the other side of Bond that the audience didn't know about. A dashing-handsome Bond would have failed at doing this. The film needed a raw, uncut and elementary image of 007.

G5 believes that the Craig-Bond combination added a human touch to the super-cool Bond character. Last but not least, Craig's muscles are a big bite to chew-on!

似 夢 迷 離

情 痴 總 有 缺 陷 　 情 深 總 要 別 離 　
天 意 愛 弄 人 　 誰 人 可 退 避 ？
時 光 幾 次 錯 漏 　 人 海 幾 次 傳 奇 。
聚 了 又 分 　 愛 情 似 夢 迷 離 ！

如 果 可 以 抉 擇 　 能 否 一 切 暫 停 　
將 我 這 份 情 　 來 重 新 鑑 定 　
誰 逼 使 我 冷 漠 ？ 誰 勾 起 我 共 鳴 ？
沒 法 望 清 這 時 這 份 濃 情 ！

面 對 去 或 留 　 彷 徨 怎 決 定 ？
為 何 熱 戀 不 應 該 愛 慕 的 你 ？
曾 也 盡 努 力 　 求 共 你 一 起 　
無 奈 這 天 意 難 逃 避 ！

流 乾 所 有 眼 淚 　 來 演 一 剎 傳 奇 　
在 歲 月 中 愛 情 繼 續 流 離 。
是 甜 是 苦 　 愛 情 似 夢 迷 離 ！

'bout turn

Left brain
1.identifies words
2.assigns meaning
3.follows rules and schedules
4.interprets
5.factual and detailed
6.emotionally positive
7.analyzes
8.uses symbols & ideas for sensations
9.orderly
10.critical
11.anxious
12.methodical
13.classifies and judges
14.processes sequentially
15.linear
16.objectifies

Right brain
1.identifies patterns
2.assigns value
3.follows daydreams and impulses
4.imagines
5.visual and conceptual
6.emotionally negative
7.synthesizes
8.values sensation for itself
9.spontaneous
10.dreamy
11.suspicious
12.random
13.plays and responds
14.processes simultaneously
15.meandering
16.animates

james morrison

...sometimes I feel so full of love...

...it just comes spilling out...

...it's uncomfortable to see...

...I give it away too easily....

And I know that it's a wonderful world

But I can't feel it right now

Well I thought I was doing well

But I just want to cry now

Well I know it's a wonderful world

From the sky down to the sea

But I can only see it

if...

you

are

here,

here

with

me

excerpt taken from song titled "Wonderful World"

black.gray.white

Part I of the golf tournament is over. I am one shade darker. Part II continues in KL, Monday and three days later, I would have a burnt out tan. I stocked-up bottles of sunblock, UV protection lotion and moisteuriser from Banana Boat to Nivea.

To be honest, this job is very tough and strenuous. I am already half dead. I don't play golf and am not actually in favour of it. Although I know she used to play golf, it does not ignite the slightest wave in me. Sometimes I don't even know why the organisers have to work so hard for a game of golf. They are basically a two-men-and-one-woman team. Yes, and they initiated the beginning of what might be a monumental golf tour in Asia. Big sponsors are coming in and they find great commercial values from their supporting of the tour.

Waking me up from ignorance is a 12 year old boy. He plays golf and is fantastically talented at it. He takes the game seriously and at the same time has fun. He talks about it to me with so much of passion that I felt ashamed of my narrow view regarding the tournament. Then it suddenly hit me that the kid-golfer's ambition is keeping the entire golf arena alive. Without people like him and his father who sacrificed so much for his son's golf education, no one would play golf.

I may not share the same type of passion with him and the organisers, but I experienced their commitment. And it is this commitment that keeps me grounded and focused to my job. It is the very commitment that motivates me to persevere. I may not be able to perceive golf the way the 12 year kid does. But I can look at him the way I do, which is with admiration and respect. For this, life is indeed beautiful.

membrane treatment

I am not home now and I don't feel agitated. Despite what happened today, it did not blemish my spirit. In fact, I am rather enjoying many moments that unfold within them strings of surprises.

For instance, I walked along Orchard road where Takashimaya was parked on my right for 4 times trying to hail a cab. I didn't succeed, of course. Then I called my friend SJ for help. He said to get off Orchard road and try to stop a cab from somewhere else. Good idea! So, I joyfully strolled to Wisma Atria, next to it was the MRT station. I went to Newton and suddenly all the Christmas lights disappeared. In their place were dim shadows of unnoticed trees and plane Jane street lamps. But I still had to que for a cab, at least I was third in line. It was already 10.20pm, even the road looked exhausted after a long day of grinding. Standing behind me were 3 Indonesian ladies, on holidays. We started talking, not to kill time but to just be there with each other like sisters.

Thanks so much SJ, for taking me in for the night.

It will be an adventurous day at the golf course tomorrow, awfully challenging as well. Maybe I am getting old but I prefer a nice and quiet day of writng and translating. Too much of action drains me to the bone. However, I have been secluded lately. I need the sunshine.

Things are not that bad after all because I found the Fila watch that I was looking for. I bought the baby blue version, code number 08! The 06 is way too red-hot for me to handle. It suits someone else better. Blue tranquilises and soothes my soul.

Every time I look at the new watch, I smile.

reflex

I have been angry the whole day. The smallest of thing annoyed me. What seemed to be benign a few hours before suddenly became the most irritating object. It is not that a thing or the people that pissed me off. I don't quite know what brought about this anger. It could be due to the discovering of a lie and it involved money and friendship. However this only occurred much later at night. The discovery merely added to the already fuming heat.

What I feel now is that I am extremely guilty for getting mad. I am more upset because of the guilt that is sawing on every bit of my anger. I am feeling all sorts of mixed emotions from anger to hatred to jealousy and the list of "I shouldn't feel this way bla bla bla" is enlarging the issues.

Awareness without the denial of actual feelings is granting me space to grow. I sit down to watch myself hop from one emotion to another. And each time I do that, I create the most ridiculous reason and story to justify why the entire world is wrong. How much of emphasis have been placed on what I want and demand to generate such thoughts, I wonder.

I find that I must constantly pull my "true self" back to actual reality from a reality that is formed on illusions such that I don't fall for the judgements of others as if it is a true depiction of who I am. In fact, is the "I" a valid subject to focus on?

"I am hurt." It shows that the "I" is seperate from the hurt; that hurt is brought upon me by someone else's actions. But then, I am only hurt if I am hurtABLE. So, who is hurting the "I"?

I am THAT hurt and it is not something that others force on me. I am THAT hurt and it is the only reason why I can get hurt. And once I see it for real and not as an intellectual exercise, I feel it in my guts, I experience how stupid it is to keep on satisfying the "I" that everyone else believes is the real me.

The "I" is an image. The "I" gets hurt very easily because the "I" has very strong pride. What can be done to the "I"? I don't know but I think I have to accept and love my "I" and not feel guilty that I got angry. If love can shift mountains, love can tame the ego.

grace

We very often claim to know a person based on memories. You know, what this person did or didn't do, what was said and what were their reactions in the past. The past sets precedence for the future. These factors formulate for us the characteristics of a person. And if we see a person doing the same thing again and again, it is a norm for us to conclude that he or she will do it forever. It becomes a habit. Habits are acceptable conditioned behaviours. This draws out the dutiful teeth brushing ventures in the morning, at least. And so it becomes a repetitive act of moving a brush up and down in our mouth. We do it because we have been doing it for eons.

But then, can we turn brushing our teeth to not become a habit? Ah, please don't get the idea of not brushing every day but at random. Remember that what becomes stale is not the act itself but the intention. An act becomes boring because we are no longer interested. It is the mind, our thinking that drags boredom into the picture.

Just like in relationships, we get tired of routines because if yesterday was bad, we hope for tomorrow to be better. Should yesterday be better, then tomorrow must be betterER and so on. But how come the person I love is still the same piece of shit? What is wrong with wanting a good, excellent and spectacular future? I don't think it is wrong and I don't think it is right either. If we do stop to ponder, we glaringly notice that TODAY is the future that we hoped for yesterday. Every second becomes the past and future is the next breath we take.

I am not propounding that we should give up on inventing and improving lives. We should engage in such activites even more. But if the future is a fight, then we will compete with each other to secure the betteREST outcomes. On the other hand, if we accept and are aware that the future is only a concept declared by the mind, we will not fight, compete, destroy and control one another. There is nothing to fear. We realise that we create our future in our minds. The focus will then shift from competition to complimenting one another; working together. Because then we also are aware that external factors are excuses used to excert authority over those referred to as weak or wrong.

The next time you determine the character of a person based on events of the past - pause - observe with a fresh mind for surprises that will tear you away from habits.

never say never

I am not giving up on you.

open

I am a passionate, caring, loving and powerful woman.

I am honest and trustworthy.