Sunday, September 30, 2007

Not enough of a good thing.

There is an ancient patriarchal institution where I live. It is an academic institution that has been around for over one and a quarter century. It has been attended by anglophiles and their descendents and has survived over the century through such relations. In fact, their graduates and such also run much of the administration.

Their academic board is chaired, ran, driven and controlled by their own as well. As a matter of fact, they have had a reputation of roping in their suitable graduates to be educators within their institution.

I think this presents us with an interesting situation. This is how I suggest we can propagate it. Have their own graduates be groomed to educate all their offspring. There are obvious advantages to this proposal.

The teachers are fully inducted and aware of the institution’s culture. They also have a firsthand, if not first person relationship with the students’ parents. This ensures a definite foundation of trust with the parent-teacher relationship. As such, the education process becomes so much more seamless and not to mention trouble free, just to name a few of the benefits.

I can hear naysayer crying nepotism and in breeding, elitism and false-exclusivity. But let me assure you, it is not. It is just a system to ensure absolute quality control and faithfulness to the culture that the century and a quarter old institution had built up. It guarantees the perpetuation of excellence and superiority, not just in academia but also biological.

Wouldn’t you think this a great idea too?

Freedom to realize.

There have been many, in fact countless movies made about educators. One of the more recent ones is “Freedom Writers” starring Hilary Swank (Million Dollar Baby) and Patrick Dempsey (Grey’s Anatomy). But what makes this movie stand out from all other dime-a-dozen movies about teachers is that this one starred real people. They are people who auditioned fresh off the street. They are people with real-life street problems.

Not actors. It is not presented by people whose one paycheck is equivalent to two of our lifetimes. Or maybe even three. There is a real and raw energy that effused from the screen.

Beyond the acting and the cast, it is the message that truly hits the audience. It speaks about those whose desire is to teach; why they want to, why they feel compelled to. It also speaks about the learners; why they learn, why they want to learn and how they learn. Within those lines, tangled in the plot and subplots is a little message that anyone can pick up.

Nobody really learns anything per se. Everybody, it seems, already knows what they need to know. The real learning actually, discovering within yourself what one already knows. The real key to learning, therefore, is to find that trigger that sets one on the journey of exploration, realization and ultimately recognition of the knowledge.

The role of the trigger inadvertently lands on the teacher. A teacher finds the language necessary to facilitate communication – the vessel that sets one on the ocean of cacophony, journeying inwards to the beacon that is the realization of the knowledge. The beacon is there – is just needs to be found. In order to be found, one must be interested to want to explore and discover it.

A teacher should pique your interest and curiosity – the necessary and powerful first ripple.

A teacher, on the other hand, may also frustrate, negate and ultimately neglect the duty to find the medium to communicate. And ultimately become the stumbling block to learning, which means the teacher obstructs the learner to discovery. That inevitably makes one the snuffer, the murderer of light. It is the light that is the wisdom and knowledge of self and the world.

It is commonly said that one can only bring a horse to the water. One cannot force the horse to drink. But a good groom or steward allows the horse to realize that it needs to drink. Not because it is necessarily thirsty, but that the water is good nourishment for the horse. Not just one time, but ALL the time.

Note: Freedom Writers Foundation, a nonprofit organization founded in 1997, was started by Erin Gruwell (whose real-life story the movie is base on) and her students to positively impact communities by decreasing high school drop out rates through the replication and enhancement of the Freedom Writers Method. You can find out more about them here.

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Fear.

Fear. It is supposed to be a built-in reflex, defense mechanism designed in all living organisms for survival.

Sometimes, for some people this fear becomes over developed. Some people call it paranoia and in some well-disguised phases, it is known as dislike of something.

What do I mean by that? I’ll get to that soon, but to quote a famous science-fiction character – fear leads to hate.

I was told that some people are afraid of my sharp tongue and my quick wit, that has been known to shred people to pieces. The first thing that popped in my head was, how pathetic you must be if you can’t even take what my tiny tongue can dish.

My quick wit and sharp tongue are a result of years of human, social observation. I can very often tell what is going in a person’s person by one’s action and/or speech. I read and even question between the lines. So, my questions and indeed, my remarks hit and therefore bite one by the agenda’s head.

That makes conniving people uncomfortable.

It is also a basic animal instinct to seek comfort and balance when inflicted with pain. So like anyone who is a slave to their body impulses, they seek to avoid the pain – the pain of having one’s integrity questioned.

Therefore, instead of having to confront their own inner dark soul, they choose to inflame an external challenge. They exclaim that the acerbic tongue is difficult and uncooperative.

I choose to live by my questioning acerbic tongue, walking the straight and narrow.

Fear.

Fear. It is supposed to be a built-in reflex, defense mechanism designed in all living organisms for survival.

Sometimes, for some people this fear becomes over developed. Some people call it paranoia and in some well-disguised phases, it is known as dislike of something.

What do I mean by that? I’ll get to that soon, but to quote a famous science-fiction character – fear leads to hate.

I was told that some people are afraid of my sharp tongue and my quick wit, that has been known to shred people to pieces. The first thing that popped in my head was, how pathetic you must be if you can’t even take what my tiny tongue can dish.

My quick wit and sharp tongue are a result of years of human, social observation. I can very often tell what is going in a person’s person by one’s action and/or speech. I read and even question between the lines. So, my questions and indeed, my remarks hit and therefore bite one by the agenda’s head.

That makes conniving people uncomfortable.

It is also a basic animal instinct to seek comfort and balance when inflicted with pain. So like anyone who is a slave to their body impulses, they seek to avoid the pain – the pain of having one’s integrity questioned.

Therefore, instead of having to confront their own inner dark soul, they choose to inflame an external challenge. They exclaim that the acerbic tongue is difficult and uncooperative.

I choose to live by my questioning acerbic tongue, walking the straight and narrow.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Fast Approaching 40.

I was told that at 40, you would not be bothered with the opinions of others anymore. I was also told that at 40, you would also not be bothered about others’ opinion of you anymore.

I have to agree. I am feeling the effects. And I am on the track towards my big FOUR-OH.

In fact, I am already feeling the effects. I have been feeling the effects since my late 20s, when I was around 28, 29.

“Eee-yur, that is SO NASTY of you…!”

“Ermh… ok… hold on… let my try… and… hold it… it’s coming… shed a tear”

Then I turn and walk away.

Hello, this is me. I’ve paid my dues. See me, take me or you can eat my dust.

You don’t like my language? You don’t like my views?

Hey the world wide web is, duh, world wide. Nobody asked you to rest your ass here.

A new beginning...

Welcome to spring,
Hope eternal.

A new bloom,
A resurrection.

A new gust of wind,
A new voice.

Let's go somewhere...

Thanks to a certain Mr Otto Fong from RI, many, many civil servants went under the microscope with their netivity.

I am one of them, under the microscope, that is.

As result, I have to tell you that what has been published here, is really unprocessed thoughts.

If you have been thinking that they are facts, you may have been misled.

But you may have not. So it's really up to you. To decide that is...

But enough about myself.

I'd like to introduce to my new friend - Idunexst.

A very interesting friend.

Try it, if you dare.

You might like it.

Monday, September 17, 2007

If a tree falls in the forest.

“If a tree falls in the forest and there is nobody around does it make a sound?”

I once heard a sagely old man ask that of a younger person. I pondered the question. My wise grandmother who was there with me whispered to my ears, “it doesn’t matter, child – because you know the tree fell…”

Those were simple words, but it stuck to my heart. I brought them out today to ponder some more. I needed those words to ponder because of some recent events.

Remember the Korean hostages? Those people who practically twisted their government’s arms to negotiate with terrorists. This was after their government had reiterated that no one should travel to countries at such risk. Given their intentions, they pig-headed went ahead with their plans. They did it for reasons that I shall not judge – only they will be held accountable.

But at my work place they were mentioned and prayed for – for obvious reasons. But if they knowingly made their choices, claiming to be called, wouldn’t it have been a glorious martyrdom? After all, I know of a holy man who had more followers dead than alive. It’s human nature – one is made more credible when one makes ultimate sacrifices for one’s beliefs or philosophies.

But my thoughts were neither on them nor for them. Although I was reminded of them, I was reminded because of my thoughts on the air-crash over the weekend. My thoughts were with and for them and their kith and kin.

Those people made plans to enjoy themselves on a holiday. Although their intentions may not be altogether altruistic, their visits would have inadvertently benefit the tourist economy. Unfortunately, there was a mishap – a true accident. So now, they will benefit the medical economy instead. Ironic.

My heart and my orisons go out to these people. I truly believe they need such implorations; more than the other previous party. Although for reasons unknown (or too obvious), they were not mentioned at my workplace today.

Despite that, I was reminded of my grandma’s words – I heard the tree fall and I will offer balm and salve. I offer it because it is needed. I offer it because it is a human thing to do.

As a human being, it is something I do, being human.

Saturday, September 8, 2007

Movies galore!

Over the past few weeks, I’ve watched a number of movies. I thought I should do my friends and me a favour – give them a quick review. These serve as a reminder to myself what movies I should go for next time.

Order of the Phoenix
This is by far the most disappointing of the entire movie franchise so far. While visually, it maintains its highly entertaining standards, I cannot reconcile the fact that it is based on the original children’s novel.

Nevertheless I have to admit; arguably the motion picture and the printed novel are two separate entities. Therefore, the producers of the film have absolute artistic prerogative to recreate the story. However, moviegoers should not expect to be told the story as the book did. I have to conclude that while the novel tells the story (albeit in its childish naïveté); the movie merely entertains.

Oh yah, and the fact that I can no longer see Daniel Radcliff as the innocent and earnest Harry after his stint in Equus.

Grade – C-

Transformers

This movie shares the same title and titular characters as the cartoon/comic series many of those in my age group grew up with. However, the similarities just about ends there. I did not quite see it as a nod or homage to its eponymous predecessor.

Many, including myself moaned over the fact that one of our favourite characters, Soundwave™, was ostensibly excluded. Nor did we welcome the overt and flamboyant makeover of Optimus Prime™. Was he used as a deliberate move to woo the gay demographics who were boys when they first watched the cartoon?

Finally, I want to ask Brian Singer, why did he make all our beloved Autobots™ appear so ‘duh’? Remember the scene when they were in the garden, outside the boy’s house, while he was trying to retrieve the relic of the spectacles? I rest my case.

Grade – B+; only for the visuals and nostalgia, definitely not for the content.

The Bourne Ultimatum
Apart from the incredible choreography and fight scenes, there isn’t much to this final installment of Ludlum’s Bourne trilogy. I have to say, the one with the best and richest story content was the first one (Identity). When I caught the second one, there were already hints of what the story is veering towards.

Honestly, I have not read the series of novels, but base on the movies alone, content started to thin out and action began to takeover from the second part. By the final installment, it was pretty much all action and no story – a no-brainer. I suppose it’s a natural progression. The final part was more of a (convenient) wrap-up than anything else.
Grade – C

The Simpsons

This cartoon shaped my formative teenage years. I acquired most of my sarcasm from the characters in this series. Although I agree with the character in the movie, when he snidely asked why would anyone be so stupid to pay ten bucks, for a movie they can watch for free at home? Thereby cleverly, yet discreetly excusing the producers.

Nevertheless, I thought it was worth the ten bucks. I enjoyed the timely jibes at social and global issues. While there is something for everyone, much of the shows’ wit and witticism would be lost to those who never quite followed the series.

Meanwhile, you can laugh at the gratuitous slapsticks that Homer never fails to disappoint. Snigger, snigger.

Grade – B

Hairspray
PLEASE!! DO YOURSELF A FAVOUR!! Go and catch this movie at once!! You will NOT regret it! I mean it in all earnestness!!

From the moment Nikki Blonsky (aka Traci Turnblad) hits the first note, you’d be hypnotized into a toe-tapping frenzy of delightful and uplifting beats. You’d also be brought through a history lesson (albeit American) on segregation.

The actors playing the roles were also well cast – the off-beat coupling of John Travolta and Christopher Walken. Michelle Pfeiffer as the resident racist bitch. The righteous Corny Collins played by singing and dancing James Marsden.

Entertainment with a soul and a lesson on morality. You can’t beat that… and the fact that tween-idol dujour, Zac Effron (of “High School Musical” fame) also stars in it.

Grade – A++

Evan Almighty
This movie is full of clever, witty lines. It alludes to your humorous political, religious/biblical/environmental sensibilities. Unfortunately, all these virtues were overshadowed by the slapstickity of the whole motion picture. What’s worse, the audience seems to lap up the schlep. Woe…

In order to fully appreciate the movie, without the feeling of being intellectually insulted as affected by the mean intelligence of the audience, wait for the rental DVD. Otherwise, watch this ONLY if you’re a real fan of Wanda Sykes.

Grade – C+

Ratatouille

I caught two movies about food and chefs within a week. This was one of them.

This is a brilliant animation from the Disney/Pixar collaboration. The story is unique in an unconventional sense – a rat with a gastronomic streak and a kitchen hand with a retarded culinary sense. But the plot is not that new. Both parties team up to make the best of each other’s physicality.

I must say though, the voice talents lived up to their titles. Especially the voice of Anton Ego played by Peter O’Toole. Each slur, drone and drag of vowels was played to purrrfection. Enough to send chills and squeeze drops cold sweat out of your glands. However, I have to confess that the accent seems to be flying but Parisian in the movie. I thought at certain parts, especially in the beginning, the character Collette’s (Janeane Garofalo) accent more Italiano than Francaise.

Technicalities aside, watch this movie for all its entertaining (great visuals) and educational (introduction to epicurean experience) values.
Grade – A

No Reservations
This movie started off promising. It boasted a competent cast and a potential storyline. Unfortunately, it just meanders through the motion never rising to a crescendo.

The characters were hopelessly two-dimensional. Although there were attempts to inflate them, the attempts were goofus than gallant. One of the techniques involved a psychologist while another involved the two leads’ tête-à-tête in the kitchen.

Overall, it’s a very pathetic shot at anything romantic (and I am a sucker for romance, so that’s saying something).

Ultimately, it’s a shallow, unsatisfying offering. Skip this course and go straight to the dessert.

Grade – D


Akan dating (Coming soon…)

These are movies that I want to catch when they arrive...

Becoming Jane
Becoming Jane is a Miramax film that was released in 2007. The film is based on the early life of author Jane Austen, who is portrayed by Anne Hathaway, and her possible flirtations with Thomas Langlois Lefroy, played by BAFTA-nominated Scottish actor James McAvoy. Julie Walters, James Cromwell and Maggie Smith also appear in this picture. The film was produced in cooperation with several companies, including BBC Films and Irish Film Board.

Becoming Jane was directed by Julian Jarrold. The cast was selected by Gail Stevens and Gillian Reynolds, costumes designed by Eimer Ni Mhaoldomhnaigh, and original soundtrack composed by Adrian Johnston.

Although the film goes beyond what is proven fact in assuming a real relationship between Austen and Lefroy, the original screenplay was inspired by real events, which were chronicled in the book Becoming Jane Austen by Jon Spence, who was the historical consultant on the film. In fact, prior to Spence’s book, Radovici and Tomalin have also acknowledged the romance between Jane Austen and Tom Lefroy. Tomalin’s book was also used as another anchor in making Becoming Jane.

Stardust
Stardust is originally the second solo prose novel by Neil Gaiman. It is usually published as a novel with illustrations by Charles Vess. Stardust has a different tone and style than most of Gaiman's prose fiction, being consciously written in the tradition of pre-Tolkien English fantasy, following in the footsteps of authors such as Lord Dunsany. It is concerned with the adventures of a young man from the village of Wall, which borders the magical land of Faerie.

The movie features an all-star cast with Michelle Pfeiffer, Peter O’Toole, Sienna Miller, Claire Danes, Robert DeNiro, Rupert Everett and even the voice of Sir Ian McKellan!

Enchanted
Princess Giselle (Amy Adams) lives in the blissful cartoon world of Andalasia, where magical beings frolic freely and musical interludes punctuate every interaction.
Though Princess Giselle is currently engaged to be married to the handsome if lunkheaded Prince Edward (James Marsden), her fate takes a turn for the worse when the villainous Queen Narissa (Susan Sarandon) throws her through a magic portal, apparently to her doom.

But Giselle's plunge into darkness lands her in a strange new world - the unforgiving metropolis of New York City. As the cruelty of the big city soon begins to wear down the fairy-tale exterior of the once carefree princess, the frightened Giselle soon finds herself falling for a friendly, flawed, and engaged divorce lawyer Rob (Patrick Dempsey) whose blend of compassion and street smarts help her to survive and build a happy life in a harsh town. And while Rob is initially a difficult host, he and his daughter Morgan (Rachel Covey) also begin to be won over by the strange beauty's charms.

However, as Giselle's confidence recovers, her presence in Manhattan begins to cause strange side effects in the fabric of reality. And worse is to come when Narissa arrives in New York.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

《往事 | 记忆》

往事 它喜欢静悄悄
坠入 我的记忆中

“I miss him”, I told myself.

Did I say that? Was it my subconscious?
Was there a trigger that I wasn’t aware of?

阳光中 风筝断了线
往事般 落在我面前
那是谁 忘了放风筝握紧一点
捡起了 那年的秋天
阳光中 我住雨里面
你给我 风筝和蓝天
那是我 忘了将幸福握紧一点
感谢你最后的相约
等一个晴天 我们会再相见
你说了 风吹我就听见
笑着说再见 就一定会再见
心晴朗 就看得到永远

阳光在 抚摸我的脸
感觉到 你还在身边
那是秋 牵回忆的手温暖一点
我独自 散步在从前
阳光在 照亮你的脸
难忘你 微笑的双眼
那是你 让离别可以晴朗一点
你背影我目送到今天
等一个晴天 我们会再相见
你说了 风吹我就听见
笑着说再见 就一定会再见
心晴朗 就看得到永远

等一个晴天 我们会再相见
你说了 风吹我就听见
笑着说再见 就一定会再见
心晴朗 就看得到永远
因为很想念 每天都是晴天
心晴朗 就看到永远

阳光中 风筝飞上天
你笑着 回到我面前
让我像 那风筝贴着天空的脸
让爱是今生不断的线