Bia Saigon, broken rice, Ciao Cafe, Dong Khoi, Ho Chi Minh, lotus rice, Miss Saigon, Nguyen, pho, Pixlr Express Apps, Saigon, Sony Xperia, star cafe, summer rolls, Temple Club, The Opera House Saigon, Vietnam
Meeting Miss Saigon, a photo collection with my muses, while on foot with my Sony Xperia smartphone, my walking companion. Photos edited using Pixlr Express Apps.
Beautiful city, but I came back with mutual feelings .. almost empty. These photos record what I think, how i feel, momentuously …
Saigon is a city, quiet yet buzzling, rich in history yet mysterious ..
I returned with this feeling, for now.
Hope this photo collection is a good record of what I wish to express, but can’t in words.. at least not appropriately, for now….
”俺は 野良犬みたいに あちこちで 写真撮ってる” - 森山大道
like a stray dog,
here and there,
A friend of mine requested me for help for a proper translation of the above. And I have interpreted it as such, a simple and straightforward interpretation, word for word. To me, it is haiku-liked.
But how belittled am I to do it. And I only want to say, ごめんね、森山さん。
I spend a hearty 1-3 hours in the kitchen everyday, depending on what’s in my head, the fridge and on the daily menu. Honestly, I don’t like to spend too much time in the kitchen because I either smell “oily” like the wok, or reak buttery after I bake.
I spend most of the time near the sink washing the dishes or on the chopping board. Yes, it is an everyday household chore which some turn their back to but I have learnt to like it. In the beginning, I can almost say I detest it! But I found joy in it. It is like a daily ritual now. I respect these characters in my kitchen. They are my companions. I adore them because they are beautiful in their own skin. They are the joy in my kitchen!
So I decided to bring my camera into the kitchen.
Welcome to my kitchen!
These are my version of roses. Simple and natural, not red roses but still pretty.
This rose has shrivelled petals in soft green hue, shyly budding.
Another strong character in my kitchen which I cannot do without. Live with passion, fall madly in love, eat garlic! And I love them in cloves.
And how did the white cabbage get to this standing rocket? I called it the rocket cabbage.
And I always have tomatoes in my kitchen.
Live healthy, eat healthy! Have a healthy heart, eat tomato!
It’s that over-commercialised occasion. I do not succumb to roses or chocolates. I do not believe paying for those roses at exorbitant price when all you need is to smell them. I have been planning this since last week, baking some cupcakes and delivering them to my friends. 24 cupcakes!! in Vanilla flavour and Double Chocolcate Chips flavour; and a hearty chocolate cake for us!! Yes, love is in the air. And Oscar came to mind when it comes to love.
“To give and not expect return, that is what lies at the heart of love.” – Oscar Wilde
And if you stumble onto this page of mine, Happy Valentine’s Day !!!!
2011 had not been a great year, but it is the year I discovered a greater me.
“Your face, my thane, is as a book where men may read strange matter.” – Macbeth, Act 1, Scene 5
Oh how true it is!
“I like this place and willingly could waste my time in it.” – As You Like It, Act 2, Scene 4
“I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.” – Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1
Indeed, indeed, God has given us one face but we make ourselves another!
My dearest Shakespeare ! You have known, haven’t you?
Christmas with Corrinne May at the Singapore Esplanade Concert Hall on the 16th December, in the year 2006, when I first heard “Beautiful Seed”. I felt elated to hear it for the same time. It was quietly beautiful. I had remembered the song since that day… “ There is hope in every heartbeat, tiny as a seed …. You’re a beautiful seed…”
From that day, a subconscious me have been waiting for the new album to be released. But “Beautiful Seed” did not rekindle its initial hold on me until I stumbled upon this poem later – “Throw Yourself Like Seed” by Miguel de Unamuno.
Throw Yourself Like Seed
Shake off this sadness, and recover your spirit
sluggish you will never see the wheel of fate
that brushes your heel as it turns going by,
the man who wants to live is the man in whom life is abundant.
Now you are only giving food to that final pain
which is slowly winding you in the nets of death,
but to live is to work, and the only thing which lasts
is the work; start then, turn to the work.
Throw yourself like seed as you walk, and into your own field,
don’t turn your face for that would be to turn it to death,
and do not let the past weigh down your motion.
Leave what’s alive in the furrow, what’s dead in yourself,
for life does not move in the same way as a group of clouds;
from your work you will be able one day to gather yourself.
This poem enters my anthology collection.
“Beautiful Seed” was released sometime in August 2007, about seven months after the concert. And I had this beautiful poem for company during those seven months while waiting to savour that new album.
And years later, while rummaging through my CDs, I remembered that tiny little seed again. And I am glad I did.
I have always dreamt to have a house with a porch, leading to a garden, a small one with space enough for my bench and hana ( flowers ). A small and pretty little garden. But where I am in this part of the world, I simply cannot afford that dream house of mine. ( Benches and hana are two of the many things I loved most in this lifetime. )
I can’t put away that dreamy thought. So I went out of the house for a breather. And I took my book with me and decided to finish the last few chapters of The Aleph outside the house. I found a place where I could sit and read, hopefully quietly.
This little place was not quiet and I had lots of company. Construction workers taking a siesta, chatting away in the void deck. Some maid off to the market with their shopping trolley while another just back with a grocery bag. Two teenager girls walking and chatting, while eyes affixed on their mobile phones. A student in uniform with a haversack just back from school.
For a while, I seemed to have forgotten I came here to read. And I was absorbed with all these people passing me by, then came the chirping sounds of birds, and I could see the birds hopping and pecking away. And I thought that’s enough, that’a all I need in this little “garden” – a little nature where I can look up to when I take my eyes off to rest from my book.
And I finished The Aleph in this little “garden”, on this day.
Many thoughts ran through my mind while I was out jogging. The pavement still wet from the evening showers and I could feel the dampness in the air. Something that has been dwelling on me recently suddenly became lighter as I jogged further, pushing myself forward.
There are realities that I need to face up to because they are part of me. There is no use dwelling on them, it only makes me sadder and the heart heavier each day. And I don’t know why it took a night jog to make me realized this simple fact.
Then, this song came from my shuffle and I forgot about my muscle aches. Do Something – by The Eagles. And I knew then – stop dwelling.
” Life is a daring adventure, or nothing.”