Thursday, May 29, 2008

Happy holidays!

The long-awaited hols is finally here! Have been back to school everyday (and complaining lots) but can at least clear some things that have been put on hold the whole term...and enjoy life a little bit more...

2 trips in a row...hopefully won't lose any band kid in japan...won't be in town for the whole month, will update this if I see anything interesting when I'm away

those of u entering uni soon...enjoy the last 2 mths of ur hols!

Life, one day at a time

Life, one day at a time
By Cheong Suk-Wai (ST/25/05/08)
As messages go, the e-mail I got from a Myanmar friend two days after Cyclone Nargis blitzed his blighted land was as stark as they come.
His missive comprised four images, all in colour.
Here, boys and girls floated face down in a muddy river. Here and here, mothers and fathers died clutching their children to their hearts. And here, a headless torso was caught between the branches of a tree. (I guess he saved the worst for last.)
Not one word accompanied these, but then no words were needed. His indictment of me was clear.
He had first e-mailed me soon after the cyclone hit, appealing for aid by linking me to a few Myanmar websites that streamed news of the disaster's latest horrors. He did not send me pictures then.
Now, he could not have known that I had not responded to that cry for help because I was on medical leave and had not been checking my office e-mail as regularly as I usually do.
So I suppose he had assumed that I was another one of the many who cocoon themselves in 'no-see, no-hear, no-tell' shells against the senselessness of this violent, new century.
Then came the Sichuan earthquake.
I found the little voice in me piping up: 'What is a life?'
It had piped up with that very question a week after I came through from rush-rush surgery four months ago.
Madly glad as I was for a second crack at living better, I strained for an answer then, as I do now. What, indeed, is a life?
What is a life to each survivor of Nargis, who has just stubs of potato and onion to live on indefinitely?
What is a life to the 60-year-old woman who, last Wednesday, was pulled out alive, after eight days, from rubble that has buried her past, present and future?
What is a life to the farmers on France's Somme River today, who tend Europe's largest wheat fields, lush-green swathes whose soil was soaked with the blood of more than a million soldiers in 1916?
In her 1934 novel Voyage In The Dark, the Welsh ex-chorus girl Jean Rhys had one of her male characters musing on our funny old world in which 'a girl's clothes cost more than the girl inside it'. A dim view, yes, but when more than 90,000 people in Asia return to dust within 14 days, life does seem cheap.
Perhaps I am looking at it the wrong way around.
A task, for instance, may be hard, but once you accept that it is hard, then suffering loses its sting, and you just get on with it.
In the same way, I think, it is only when one accepts that birth, death and all the bumps and burps in between mean essentially nothing in the fullness of time that one is truly freed to begin casting the risk-shy ego aside and invest one's life with meaning.
To love living while accepting the slings it brings also writes off the deadweight debts to self we incur every day from anger, guilt and pride.
Over falafel and olives with a university mate last weekend, she got around to telling me why, after seven years, she and her husband were going to have a second child.
In the happy haze of young motherhood, she used to think one child was quite enough. 'I had been fortunate to experience pregnancy but I wasn't so in love with being pregnant that I would do it over and over again.'
She reckoned without Baby No. 1 clamouring for a companion, though. Thus does love make meaningful again even that which has somehow been rendered meaningless.
Like the anecdotal hermit, I still have no answer as to what a life is because, really, none is needed.
I look around me, thank God that I can still see, sniff, touch, hear and talk. And what a joy it is just to be.
suk@sph.com.sg

"For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?"
(Mark 8:36)

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Counting down...

2 more days!

Just finished the last of my marking (vomitted lots of blood as usual, ha), so thought I'll do something brainless for a while :)

It's the GP MY paper tomorrow...they still don't know what a thesis statement is. Hopefully some of them will pass...

Love the picture below...Thursdays.. so near the end yet so far...

thursday

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Busyness vs Suffering

Concert is over, so can now breathe a little more easily (have mixed feelings about the whole thing, but oh well, as long as it's over)...next thing is to try and get the kids to pass the mid-yr exam (P1 only...but it's so difficult! Have no idea how we managed to get through both P1 & 2 for J1 mid-yr last time :P) and settle the GPP...after that it's band trip to Japan...all in 3 weeks!

Then again, everything's put in perspective when I read the reports about the crisis in Myanmar. Was pretty upset over the situation, 'cos I've been to Myanmar on a mission trip before and saw the rampant misuse of money at the expense of the people. Same thing here, they are preventing aid experts from entering, and holding a referendum at the same time, even though the results are probably rigged. Here's an ST article about the situation:

'The situation is unbelievably dire': AFP reporter (The Straits Times, May 11 2008)
DEDAYE (Myanmar) - AN AFP reporter made the difficult journey on Sunday between Myanmar's main city Yangon and the southern delta hardest hit by Cyclone Nargis.
Here is our correspondent's eyewitness account of the tragic scene, from the bodies of whole families roped together to the suffering of hungry survivors running out of hope:

Thousands of desperate people line both sides of the road, and more keep coming out by the hour. They are just standing there, outside their ruined houses, waiting for help from the government.
And it's not coming.
They are hungry and thirsty. Their faces are strained and scared, and you can see many of them have hardly eaten a thing for days.
Breast-feeding mothers hold their children in one arm - and stretch the other out to beg.
People don't even have pots any more - they were washed away with everything else in the storm. So they couldn't cook food if or when they could get any.
The road has been cleared of most of the debris, but there are still electrical poles across it in some places.
Occasionally there's a government convoy that whizzes past, four-wheel drives in convoys of six vehicles. They don't stop.
The junta says that it is distributing aid by helicopter, but I have only seen one chopper in three days. It was on the ground - being repaired.
The people on the roadside say they haven't seen anyone from the government delivering supplies.
The situation is unbelievably grim.
Today it rained heavily, and most of the people have no proper shelter.
They sat under umbrellas, just waiting.
Sometimes well-wishers, mostly Buddhist and Muslim groups, turn up to give out food. Normally cooked rice and noodles, some biscuits. Some were giving out candies and candles.
But when they open their lorries and begin to hand out food, soldiers come to take some of it. Not to distribute - the soldiers were taking it to eat themselves.
I suppose they must be hungry, too.
More than a week after this awful tragedy, there are still a lot of unburied corpses out in the open.
Along the Pyapon River, I saw dozens of them.
I saw a family of four who were tied together, floating in the water. They must have tried to secure themselves before the cyclone hit. Perhaps it was the water, and not the wind, that got them.
It's clear that when the waves came, people had no place to run.
The bodies are now bloated - rotting and turning black. They're still there, next to the corpses of water buffalo.
People walk by and ignore them. They are just going about their business.
They are just trying to stay alive. -- AFP

Thursday, May 01, 2008

1 down...

Yippee! PI over! Too much work for 7%.
And holiday today!
Haven't been this happy for some time....
Thanks for the encouragement folks! Heard that NTU acceptance letters have been going out, hope you've been hearing good news.