The Year of the Dragon

The year of the water dragon. A watery fiery combination. A lot of expectations on board. As the celebration always associated with wordly luck and wishes, this year one could expect an exhilarating busy ventures in achieving targets and ambitions where it is considered a rare auspicious occasion to be blessed with a long-term happiness. It is for most of us who honor the event a very true thing indeed.

I can’t help being a superstitious person. I still vaguely remember the feeling of suspense listening to tales of the mysterious unknown which dwells among us. It doesn’t have to be a tangible idea as simple as a mere supernatural being, but also vague notions as taboos that would sound silly enough to some. There are predictions of the Chinese astrology, feng shui of everything that involves anything that incorporates energy, and so much more any skeptics would raised their eyebrows in disbelief. But as we grow, our perception of the world matures, this view has evolved into something that doesn’t come from merely blind faith. I always thought these things are magical. And before a movie quotes that “Magic is a science that hasn’t been discovered yet” I already perceive that concept as a fact.

I remember watching a science fiction movie in the 80′s and thought how amazing it is if we can see the face of the other person connecting with us via phone of other devices like what they were having in the movie. And there’s Skype and 3G-s mobile. And I thought again how amazing if we can play games without a joystick or any other devices, if there is some sensor capturing our body / finger / hands movement. And there’s Wii.

So I thought, all of the predictions are somehow connected with Einstein’s relativity theory involving time and space. So does Feng Shui is the extension of finer science faculty of physics, mathematics, geology, geo-physics, and bio energies that will be explained in the future. And the astrology itself are made possible by the advanced technology of astrophysics, astronomy, and bio-energy. At least that won’t make me an ignorant inquisitor from 16th century accusing a 21st century lady committing witchcraft after watching her using a flashlight.

I realize it’s a bit of an unconventional subject brought up for this event. The idea just pops into my head when reading a forecast and one can’t help but think there’s a great design/science behind every magic. One can’t dismiss it as another peculiar belief. And one shouldn’t always rely on those things too eagerly too because it hasn’t been deemed as science, Even if it has, science evolves and thus has it’s mercurial side. The only best thing to rely on is actually our conviction by seeing the nature of the world that always seeks balance and are in constant balance. So I hope I will always bear to mind that happiness, misfortunes, luck, and success derived from our self measured ideals. And everything that’s brought to our lap are both magical and explainable in the end.

Gong Xi Fat Choi, everyone! And many magical unexplainable blessings to come!

New Year, New Year….

This past few months had been quite a ride. To begin with there’s the eye accident following the infection from the unsanitary hospital that took almost 3 weeks for Silas. Subsequently we only found out of this hideous mutated virulent virus until one of us were caught by it. The whole affair took another 3 to 4 weeks of all of us being almost totally invalid and almost blind as a bat minus that cool echolocation ability.

At the time all I can think of was the moment I can look at the wobbly letters on the screen clearly again without wiping both eyes every 3 minutes; unable to save those poor trees from being mutilated by having a basket full of germ infested tissue for every 4 to 6 hours a day; I should always call to mind that one could experience both wretchedness and hilarity simultaneously.

Never have we sprayed a 95% alcohol inwardly and as incapacitated as one can be we promote ourselves as disinfectors. The house smelled like a hospital I was expecting when a suster kesot will ever passed behind when somebody look at the bathroom mirror.

Whenever we went we looked like “(Wo)Men in Black” though everyone was sure that the sky has gone pretty dark. We were wearing extremely dark sunglasses in the supermarket, out of supermarket, into the same dark colored car. Everything looked so mysterious even our regular cashier almost didn’t recognize us.

One could easily predicted the light in the end of the tunnel would be clearly noticed. But to discern a lesson well learned with just another wave of shitty events is proven quite a challenge. With a condition that automatically drain one’s energy and patience. The circumstance necessarily requires one to be extra patient to be able literally see the world more clear than the present state at that time. What a task. But we made it in the end. With half sanity safely set aside and another half is used to rationalize silly assumptions.

We found out that life has her strange sense of humor. Not to mention that it had always been delivered with poor taste. And it made us perceive the unserious seriousness it bears. Which brought us to yet another challenge.

Do we struggle to beat life and try to outrun her tacky episodes or do we fight our worst enemy which is ourselves first? The answer will be laid out after we figured out whether the egg or the hen comes first.

So there is our new New Year after New Year’s resolution.

Happy New Year everyone!

PS.: And have a serious unserious one!

Art by James C. Christensen

23:05, Feb 2nd 2011

Every year my Mom asked me to partake the fun of making paper money, a symbol of gratitude and well wishes for our ancestors. She also kept reminding me to visit a special house which used to be Ah Kung’s annual large family gatherings and pay respect there by praying. There are pictures of my great grandfather and his wife, also the picture of his father. There were also a huge painting of my great great great grandfather, still wearing his Chinese government attires. It is he, the one who came down from Chiau Ling of Guan Dong province to finally lived here.

You don’t realize an old picture could held such great mystery until you saw it. There’s a peculiar curiosity, a simple need to feel connected to the once living family. Knowing them well will make you feel closer as if they are still living through you. I wonder how was their life back then. Not a single personal interesting story left. Mom remembers clearly on that special occasions where all family were gathered around to listen to their father recalled the life story of our great Kung Tai Tai Tai (it was in Hakka, so mom couldn’t understand them). All older women openly shedding tears, probably it was a moving story. I’m pretty sure it was the same story retold every occasion with slightly different exaggeration. But still… a valuable heirloom… it’s lost now. It probably ended with the passing of our great aunt. The smallest of her many… many siblings… you don’t want to know how many.

Kung Tai Tai in front of buddhist temple (klenteng)

A true old story always fascinates me, usually more than I’m aware of, especially the stories about people that lived a long, long time ago before us. It steals you away for a moment and you don’t even remember when exactly. Even when our feet touch the earth once more, part of us stays behind.

So, there I was. Pinching both sides of the folded cylinder paper, stealing one or two glances at my mom’s perfect handiwork (compared to my sloppy work). Regretting what was taken for granted. All of a sudden, I realized how I was taking these moments for granted, too (insensitivity runs in the family). This simple act of tradition is another way to feel connected to our ancestors! I pictured both my grandmas still teaching me how to fold those papers correctly. How both their methods are different, one boast after another that theirs is the best one. How they learned them too from their grandparents, or parents or aunts and uncles. How it was passed down from generation to generation probably for hundreds of years. How trails of close relationships that were once shared came alive once more through the same rituals that was held by us.

This afternoon was Silas first celebration, although I know he wouldn’t understand it now. But I will make it a habit until he understands how important tradition is. Watching my dad held him and let him take the incense stick, showing how to move them in the right direction was priceless. I wished I was with a video camera recording the moment. (tardiness runs deep in our family).

Without stories, tradition is the only thing that brings us together. Family and friends, old and young, far and near, living and non living, body and spirit. As if we speak, act and think as one. In a way both stories of ones life and tradition are knowledge of the past altogether. It is a celebration of life.

And thus, with the acceptance of natures grace for allowing us to experience all kinds of graciousness.

With years of more gatherings to attend to.

I wish you a very Happy Chinese New Year!

A late afternoon on the first day of the year.

There are innumerable things that I’m grateful of. Some of them are so rare sometimes it’s like a miracle.

In my tender age, i had already perceived how mind works amazingly. My intuition seemed only worked when bad things happens. Or because it was so precisely done, that I believed that those negative thoughts were so strong, it could materializes in this reality. Hence I began playing games with this so called destiny or you can name it fate or chance. I pictured all the possibilities there is for an outcome, and was so sure that there were no other choice. Still, I lost a lot.

Then, I tried a different game. I don’t take them too seriously anymore, since it was only a game, but I put many marvelous deeds in it. The game consist of approximately 10% desire, 20% passion, 5% action, the rest should be totally wishful thinking, but what’s really important is you have to be at least 80 to 90% sincere. Like I said, it creates miracles. But as always there’s a catch… it only came when you least expect it. Since expectation rises along with success, we should be very careful not to toy with temptations.

It’s not a game of winning or losing, really. It’s a learning process packed with exciting simulator games with infinite length of blueprint.

Thereby, as humble as a mouse in a desert, gladly I share with you the grateful part:

I’m grateful to have a family that’s growing and before you met them, you already feel as though we’ve been knowing each other for so long.

I’m too, as grateful as the first stated gratefulness am thankful that no matter how stuck my inspiration goes, there is always a thin light revealing itself to me.

I’m grateful that fame and success haven’t made itself known before my eyes in my past and present (in the near future perhaps) or else I’ll surely be Elvis in his later years right now.

I’m grateful that the whole embodiment of a perfect man manifests in the form not only one being but more than one whose the closest both in person and in my heart. How Cleopatric!

Least but not last I’m grateful that I don’t take those things for granted.

Happy New Year everyone!

Some charming words, please?

There are many words in English to define certain aspect of feelings regarding gratitude or pleasure. It comes with a broad range of variety. From the peak level state of consciousness into basic worldly emotions.

We longed for moments of bliss, delighted in rapture, marveling on ecstasy, wishing almost everyday for joy, smiling the simplest care for happiness, welcoming every jovial greets, live as much as we could to be merry and cheerful.

I have been searching for the right word in Bahasa Indonesia for the word bliss, divine happiness, since the word bahagia is the pinnacle of this emotional elated terms, which probably lies between joy or happiness. While we have something closer to jolly = gembira, and suka ria which is merriment. Girang and senang are closer to a reckless hint. Suka cita is often used in Christian Indonesian terms, but it is far from bliss, rapture or even joy. To me it reflects repressed expression when it comes to convey the elated response. It felt that the excitement has to be modest. If there is a word for it, they are usually freshly plucked from a religious term. It’s too political. It is the first thing I stay away from.

If there’s someone kind and sincere enough to tell me, I’ll be very grateful.

Today’s Blip #5 Maiden, Mother and Crone.

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Expectations usually gives you half the satisfaction, a lot of disappointments, and the yearning worsens each time it has been filled insufficiently. (Maidenish)

Now, how to minimize them? Hmmmm… let me think… I believe, just leave all the insecurities behind by being nothing. Zero. Void. Does that make sense? (Crone-ish)

On the contrary, home should be a sanctuary where we are entitled to feel most comfortable. Free from any kind of harm and danger. So anything that brings uneasiness supposed to be dealt seriously and be zapped quickly. (Motherly)

Today’s Blip #4

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Illustration by Randoph Caldecott

On a second thought, I should now think of bubbles as a serious matter. Deadly serious.

We know that the very smart ones, the wise as we speak, is beyond dimensions, because they are open to suggestions, chances, and possibilities, because knowledge know no boundaries. The smart ones are inclined to be one dimensional because reason itself is limiting things. The ignorant prefers to be one dimensional too, for fear on anything beyond their common grounds. But the very ignorant knows not of dimensions. They too, exceeds any limitations because the blind faith and gullibility. Notice the pattern? No matter where we are we cannot break from the vicious circle… it’s depressing to think of it.

On the bright side though, the term “outer limits” gave rise to temptation of a never ending hope. It would similarly felt like playing a nonstop 3 days straight RPG and then move on to the next level for another 3 days more and never stopped.

Today’s Blip #3

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What was going on before the void that creates the big bang? If the infinite bubbles of universes theory does really exist, then what lies before the creation of multiple universes? Since they resembled bubbles all I can think is blob bang (big blob bangs into infinite little blobs of universes). Then, it’s a child’s play thing. Hmmm…

In the end, the ones who come out unscathed from the whole “drama scenarios” is the real winner. Because from the beginning they know it’s only an act.

Therefore, a true actor never forgets that he is only doing an act.

Since life is a game, you should always prepare the God mode.

Today’s blip #2

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When you just had one of those days that feels like the universe conspired against you the savest world would be neopets. (I should get extra neopoints by now)

There’s a very… very thin line between orgil and seniman kusut. The way to dicern one from the other is the former one has gone beyond being bitter, the latter though is well attached to bitterness but refused to acknowledged it.

 

Love is never enough when the meaning becomes degraded.