The Alchemist

Monday, March 12th, 2012 11:15
passage from The Alchemist...

A camel driver of a caravan talks about 'present'

"I'm alive," he said to the boy, as they ate a bunch of dates one
night, with no fires and no moon. "When I'm eating, that's all I think
about. If I'm on the march, I just concentrate on marching. If I have
to fight, it will be just as good a day to die as any other.

"Because I don't live in either my past or my future. I'm interested
only in the present. If you can concentrate always on the present,
you'll be a happy man. You'll see that there is life in the desert,
that there are starts in the heavens, and that tribes men fight
because they are part of the human race. Life will be a party for you,
a grand festival, because life is the moment we're living right now."
 
I really should blog more often.
 
Ever since the final year of University, I've stopped reading and writing for fun/just for the heck of it. Books and self-composed poems were quickly replaced with Research articles and an endless stream of thesis/reports/proposals/funding applications. My undergrad and Masters' years came and went. And then I was stuck with writing cover letters and resumes. The kind that aims to sells yourself on paper.
 
And now, I get paid to read. And edit other people's research reports.
 
It's hard to pick up a good book at the end of the day, or get into the mood to write anymore, when you've ALREADY spent a whole day doing it.
 
Four months ago I bought that book 'Eat Pray Love' (Or was it Love Pray Eat? Pray Eat Love? Eat Love Pray?). It's sitting on my shelf collecting dust; yet I could easily read it in a day if I just set aside the time for it.
 
I even stopped collecting quotes on life and love. This made me really sad. Even at a young age I was sensitive to language, and Quotations on life often touched me in a way the real world never could. There were sayings that expressed thoughts when I couldn't find the words. Truths of both an accordant and discordant nature. Puns. Sarcasm. Irony. The kind that gives you mental orgasms. Even Ludwig Wittgenstein said, "The limits of my language mean the limits of my world." 
 
(Heck, sometimes what I read is more real than the real world anyway.)
 
Yet, today, why do I read or write no more except for the most practical purposes? Why did I stop collecting quotes?
 
Was it because as I grew older human existence started to make more sense and I didn't need to rely on words to explain things anymore? Because I stopped dating, got married, got a 9-6 desk job and the routine kicked all the inspiration out of my life? Because I already am so much more established compared to my student days, and I'm less questioning about an uncertain future? Or was it because I found God and experienced a newfound meaning that surpassed what even the most eloquent writings could give?

Either way, the earnestness to revel in the joy that language can give - has evaporated.
 
Honestly, I think it all comes down to cynicism. I'm caught up in some kind of cynical cycle; earning to spend, spending to earn, going to the gym as much as I can and alienating myself in a monotonous routine. Sometimes I tell myself I had dreams - to buy a house (until inflation kicked in), have a fulfilling career (am working on it!), to get married (is it really a dream? Or another facet of reality?), among others. But those moments are getting far and fewer between.
 
(Yes, at some point, God came in, I gained an eternal perspective, and a lot of my dreams became less focused on the physical world - but that's another story in itself).
 
I need to break out of this. Tell myself the routine will not last forever. Things will change, even if the transformations are slow. The deeply seated cynism, pragmatism, and do-it-because-its-practical perspective may look like its permanent, but according to a quote by EM Forster (that I collected long ago), "All strong emotions bring with them the illusion of permanance..."
 
Perhaps, I still rely on quotes, after all...


Things I do not miss about Peterborough
 
- how peeps from Toronto buy houses in Petey to rent out to students
- Aramak at Trent
- the frequency at which bicycles are stolen
 
 
Things i forgot about Peterborough... until a re-encounter takes place
 
- orange bus stops
- the taste of Peterborough's tap water
- hippie music playing in the background of independent restaurants
 

Things I really, REALLY miss about Peterborough
 
- the Planet bakery
- sweet potato fries at hot belly mamas
- 2nd hand bookstores on Water Street
- how beautiful Trent university looks while crossing the bridge between the East and West Banks
- Traill College
- dipping my feet in the water while reading a book at the Otonabee River
- my old apartment at Queen Street
- picturesque bike trails
- The Free Market. And Farmer's Market
- how you keep bumping into people you know downtown
- walking on George street
- The Eco Laundry
- The Seasoned Spoon
- I also miss the fact that I know nearly every single street, every nook and cranny, down to the shortcuts via railway/obscure paths
 
 
What i miss the most about Peterborough
 
Past memories. University days with my dear friends; playing board games, having potlucks, cramming through exam periods together. Familiarity. And the presence of my other half. Wished he could be here again; walking around the nature trails, eating together, and chatting while feeding the ducks at millenia park. I miss you...
 

On a Pensive Note:
 
There's so much more to be said and described that merely putting it on a blog post is insufficient. What I truly hope to express cannot be described anyway. Yesterday I found out that one of my dear Professors recently passed away; reinforcing how life can be so fragile and unpredictable. The Prof died of cancer, and the news was hard to stomach as I remembered him as a wonderful teacher who was passionate about poetry and had a gift of sharing that passion with his students. If you have the time, this man will change the way you think about life, even in his death. God bless his soul.
 
Rest in peace, Professor David Glassco.



 

...the power of the marriage bond.
 
Came to me as a huge shock. So many little things... which I dearly miss. Things i did NOT expect to miss.
 
Socks on the floor. Packing leftover dinner for the next day's bento. Baileys vs Beer. Hanging laundry. Walking to the grocery shop to buy organic milk. Baking muffins. Or Cookies. Peeling grapefruits. Morning hugs. The hugs after your work. Watching CSI. Roasting vegetables. Naming the pillow myuk. Knittings. Post-it notes on the toilet seat. Strolling by Aker Brygge. Ice skating. Pizza at Brugata. Getting the cheeks pinched. Drooling over organic soap products at Body Shop. Flat feet jokes. Asking if I remember my keys/cards/phone/transport card before leaving the house. Losing my keys/cards/phone/transport card in random jacket pockets. Cooking surprise food. You washing the dishes after I cook. Playing baseball. Sharing chocolates. Being paralyzed after a fight. Recycling paper and plastic bottles and beer cans. Making pancakes during the weekends. Going for evening runs. Cafe chats. Growing vegetables.
 
The little things. The routine things. The comforts and emotional security of that routine. Small little events, but life-defining. Insanely bonding.
 
The truth is, no matter how hard or difficult life gets, when two people are married, they end up giving up a large part of their lives to each other (whether they like it or not!). To severe that bond - good or bad - would be like ripping flesh apart. The bond is so powerful; any attempt to destroy it would destroy the couple itself.
 
It is a bond that I have severely underestimated...


Moral of the story (subjective to opinions of people):
1) Do not marry when you're unsure
2) Do not marry under pressure (especially parental pressure)
3) Do not marry BEFORE you've figured out what you want to do with your life. And WHERE in the world you want to live in.
 
In short, do not marry if there is hesitation of ANY sort. And do not marry when under 25 years of age.



 A wonderful Message by George Carlin

(written soon after the death of his wife)


The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but
shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more,
but have less; we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and
smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees
but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more
problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little,
drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too
little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our
possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and
hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to
life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but
have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer
space but not inner space.

We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air,
but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.

We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less.

We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold
more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less
and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small
character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of
two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes.

These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one
night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer,
to quiet, to kill.

 It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the
stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time
when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going
to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to
you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember to give a warm hug to the one next to you because that is the only
treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent. Remember,
to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all
mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep
inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday
that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak
and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.




 Here's a long overdue post on the fun stuff that happened during my Birthday :)

This year, the b-day fell on a Sunday. So on Friday, at the office, at exactly 4pm, my boss ushered everyone into the conference room with great urgency. I was like eh??? cause I had NO idea there was going to be a meeting or anything.

Except that when I entered the conference room, I was greeted by a pretty little cake, my smiling boss, and a bunch of staff who were more than happy to have cake in the middle of the day :D

The weekend flew by pretty fast. The family pretty much forgot (Dad went to vietnam, my youngest brother went to KL to see our other brother. Ok in all fairness my youngest brother did send his wishes on Facebook...). But meh...

Cause on Monday, my supervisor suddenly sent me a message, "OK, all the editors are going to bring you out for lunch! We will blindfold you - whatever we feed you, you must swallow today! We leave exactly at 12pm and get a cab to harbourfront!!"

I convinced them to skip the blindfolding, but everything else - trip to harbourfront, Pizza Hut for lunch - i even received gifts from my supervisor - happened in a whirlwind of laughter, smiles, and pizza-hungry editors.

I nearly cried. What did I do to deserve their generosity?

In all the (now) 26 years of my life, I never dreamed that I would have a group of co-workers as giving as those seated around my office cubicle. The rest of the day, I remained confused, stunned, mildly guilty, sad, happy, intensely appreciative and deeply undeserving of the people I worked with.

Stunned cause I didn't know that co-workers could be this good.

Confused cause I wondered where the hell they came from, and why the hell they'd be so good to me. 

Guilty cause of my previous preconceptions of working in super-kiasu-laden Singapore - where most people are bloody competitive - only to realize I was downright wrong to think some people were out to usurp when all they desired was to give me the best Birthday they could.

Happy cause... well, obviously.

Sad cause the people who I'd thought would remember, didn't. 

Intensely appreciative, cause, well..... whatever, you get it, right?

And typing all this, I deeply comprehend the circumstances whereby the mish-mash of entirely contradicting emotions will mingle together and smite you in the face with a thoroughly sleepless night.

Love.



No, i'm not referring to facebook. I'm referring to this very blog of ours, the brain child of Cookie & Cutter. 

So, why did we decide to blog?

It all started when I decided to leave Norway and get a job in Singapore. And since 1) things like different time zones would kick in, 2) I'd need to update my friends around the world on what's going on in our lives,  3) I'm prone to ranting and 4) the hubby takes wonderful pictures (anyone noticed that he has the uncanny ability to make my cooking look nicer than it's supposed to?), we should just consolidate alllll these things (Time zone-different-friends can check it anytime, I can rant even if the hubby isn't there to listen, and he can share the picts with the world) into a blog, right?

Sometimes I wonder if there are other reasons that I blog. I had a blog a few years ago - and through that experience, i know that blogs require sacrificing time, brain cells, and privacy - to make it a considerable read. The commitment to keep blogging ain't exactly my forte either.

Perhaps it was because my best friend also owns a dreamwidth account, and I felt compelled to offer her some form of entertainment; seemed kind of unfair to read HER blog but provide no reading material in return. Perhaps it was because another of my very-good-with-technology friend who works at IBM kept nagging at me to join Multiply and suggested that I should join twitter; I blogged instead as a feeble attempt to compensate half-way. 

Or perhaps it was the need to remember my train of thoughts; things that I thought about at a certain point in time, only to forget these thoughts the very next day. 

I should state that in some ways, this would be a typical blog - rants, song lyrics, pictures, events, updates. But most of all, it is a documentation of life at Time X in Situation Y; akin to a diary but open to comments. I will try to keep this blog as un-frivolous as possible, and put more social commentary and observations and take a stab at controversial topics. Or maybe not. Maybe there will be days whereby the postings are just plain descriptions of daily things. But I personally think, most of all... this blog seeks to record the life events of a husband and wife who are geographically separated, and it is this blog - my words, his pictures (I know, hubby puts mostly pictures, but heck, a picture is worth a thousand words. If he puts 5 pictures, that's 5000 words already) - this is the blog that holds us together.

And if, for any reasons pertaining to the contents of this blog, I end up fired by my boss, publicly humiliated, get arrested, stabbed in the back, poked by a grumpy old lady with an umbrella, refused due service at a chicken rice or bah kut teh stall, disowned by my family, shunned by friends, or turned enemies into friends, I have only my best friend and IBM friend to blame for the social pressure to start the blog in the first place. :P

This post is dedicated to the both of you. You know who you are.



(Warning: sensitive topics. Do not read if in a bad mood, if easily offended, or if you just fought with your significant other)

When secular and religious perspective clash, I always find myself at a loss at what to say. Especially when discussing these topics with others; sometimes there's nothing I can say without pissing someone off.

For those who don’t know, I am a Christian, and coming to Christ was a turning point in my life. But that’s a separate story on it’s own. Anyways, since then, sometimes it’s like my friends don’t know what to do with me. For I was once a staunch atheist. Sometimes I am caught between the religious and the secular, and that’s when the problem arises.

 I've got Christian friends who know and believe that Jesus Christ is the best thing that ever happened to them, and I've got athiest friends who think that any form of institutional theism - especially christianity - is the bane of all human existence.

In the U.S., the top 3 perceptions that non-christians have of christians is that they are hypocritical, self-righteous, and judgemental. Can't blame them - who're the ones protesting against abortion, stem cell research, and homosexuality anyways? Where's the christ-like love to accept people regardless of what's their beliefs?

And on the other side of the fence, the predominant preceptions that christians have of atheists? (i) They are unspiritual, (ii) overly-focused in the physicality of the world, (iii) sinful and need to be 'saved' by the grace of god. Repentance, anyone?

Honestly, the more I look at the religious-secular battle, the more I feel like I'm staring at two sides of the same coin. 

So here is where I pose the questions…

Is there no bridge to where the two paths can reconcile? Why are the two points of view such polar opposites? Is there no room for dialogue? Even my best friend whom I adore to bits refuses to acknowledge anything good that could come out of Christianity and instantly shoots down any positive thing I bring up about God, valid or not.

So to my believeing and non-believing friends, here’s what I’ve got to say:

 

What i wish from Christians

1) To realize that throughout history, Christians have thoroughly failed in setting a good example for the world to follow; we cannot blame others for thinking negatively of our religion. What have we got to proof that shows that we are so great anyways? By both worldly and godly standards, we have FAILED to be exemplary. There are countless native communities who suffered because of missionary work, and there are Christians who go around with the My-God-Is-Better-Than-Yours-And-You-Are-Wrong kind of attitude. It’s been like this for hundreds of years, so if any Christian today has to endure looks of hatred and heated arguments from their non-believing counterparts… basically we are paying the dues for the long history of suffering we brought upon others. O Karma, thou art a heavy hand. :P

2) To mingle more with non-christians. Remember that when Jesus Christ came, he hung out with all the tax collectors, prostitutes, and outcasts of society. He came not for the strong, but for the weak. Being around Christians only, sadly, encourages close-mindedness and an overly comfortable position of superiority.

3) To realize that the way to draw people to God isn't by spreading the Gospel, but by letting our lives be a testimony to others; to show by concrete examples that God is a true force that can change lives for the better. Instead of evangelizing, perhaps it is better to volunteer, get involved in social work, and exhibit kindness, gentleness, love, and forgiveness. There is a dire need for more Christians to do this - right now, Christians who are do-gooders are far and few-between, and therefore the good ones are seen by the world as "good people who happen to be Christian". Unless there is a true spiritual revival, and until we TRULY can behave accordingly to the principles of Christ and the bible, we cannot claim that all the good in the world is a result of Christ.

4) To realize that most of the world sees their problems as physical (and emotional), but the solutions that we provide are spiritual. This is related to point #2 about mingling with people from other non-believing backgrounds

 

What i wish from Atheists

1) To not completely debunk Christianity or any religion as senseless. If a person is doing good deeds/volunteering 'in the name of god', perhaps consider that it might be valid. To not shoot the intentions down so quickly. Plus, do the reasons for being altruistic matter, as long as good deeds are being done?

2) To recognize that serving God is a central to a Christian’s life, so whether one agrees or disagrees, not to belittle the importance of this.

3) To consider getting to know God before claiming that God is invalid. Sadly, most of the accusations about God are from people who hardly know Him. Note: by this i mean having a personal relationship with God, in his true form. Unfortunately many people come to know religion, religious laws, the impacts of those laws on society, and institutional theism - but not the very essence of God Himself. 

4) This is a tough one. To all the Atheists out there, know this: There is no condemnation in Christ. I believe in a God that loves and accepts you no matter who you are, what you do, or how your background is like. Our circumstances may be shitty, but with God, there is a reason for these things to happen (mostly related to character building). I am not advocating that people get comfortable + take God’s love for granted, but to us Christians, God’s love is the very essence of life itself. So please don't ever discount that. Honestly, what's so bad about having a God who loves unconditionally?

 

To Christians, Atheists, and the Undecided: 

At the end of the day, most of it is a matter of perspective. Tolerance + acceptance is key. That way, everyone can be right. 

To bastardise a quote from George Orwell, all are right, but some are more right than others.


P.S. 
If there is something I've written that can be interpreted in more than one way, and if one of the interpretations offends you, I meant the other one.

 

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