Thursday, May 23, 2013

Underground / Overground

The notion of "underground" is such an alien notion in this tiny land of Singapore, but on essence it might well mean "the existence of, but for the welcome of mainstream". As much as I think of myself as "unique" and "special" but for escaping my cocoon of self-doubt (heh) since my foolish youth, I think I've always been "mainstream", or at the very least skirting the edges of the masses.

Ironically, it was only shortly after I had decided to go full-on into blogging, when i truly felt alone and shut out from the culture in Singapore. Amidst the sea of bloggery about the "way of life", "life in Singapore", "my life" etc, me blogging about other folks' news and toys, bordered on gossip not amounting to "serious news" (not in the local context anyways) more possibly bring me nowhere, at least no where I want to be.

Sure, I have my fair share of support, and as well fair share of opportunities, but at the end of the day, it has become a solidary affair, being shunned by fellow bloggers who perhaps live a life more robust or fruitful than I hope to have myself, with pointing fingers at my Stroke being a truly tiring situation, after a while…

But hey, tis not about "walking in each other's shoes", as everyone has their own paths to tread, and lives to lead, innit?

Be that as it may, be it a self-induced or welcomed wallowing in my self-state of being, all I can do at the moment is to push on and blog on, for folks who bother to read my blog in the first place, because that's all that matters, isn't it?

Make music for those who want to listen to it.
Write words which people who choose to want to read.

It's not about finding shoes that fit, but rather opening up your choices and possibly embrace (or not) the possibilities.

"Underground" for me, is likened to the ostrich's head, as it buried itself deep in the soil, unable to accept what exists above / overground and out in this world.


Hello, Singapore!

I love my country, let there be no mistake about it. But it does not mean I love EVERYTHING about it, and two videos popped unto my radar that makes me both smile a wry smile and whimper away in shame.

Above are the actors from "Fast & Furious 6" reacting to the cost of vehicles in Singapore (which I have zero problems with, as I do not drive and have no driving license to worry about such situations in my life in SG), "chewing gum" bans and "caning for graffiti" is so last decade, folks!

and the below embarrassing video for "Water Wally Shower Dance" - a commissioned project by The Public Utilities Board of Singapore, telling kids to spend 5 minutes in the shower. This is how we run national campaigns, people. am ashamed indeed.

Now I need to go scrub myself off this lame video scarring my psyche, BRB.

Wading Thru The Waters of Time

The "highlight" of my trip to Jakarta the past weekend, was of an incident not too soon forgotten, and I have no pictures to prove it!

The day was Sunday night. There was pouring rain, and I was in the Star Wars Day Jakarta venue at Balai Kartini, literally a stone's throw away from my hotel Puri Dempasar - so close, that even in my diminished physical ability, I could still walk to and access! Back to the rain … which had since stopped, about 10-ish minutes to 9pm.

Now, I was to speed it back to my hotel room, for which my receipts were kept, for which I was to inform Yudi, for which to claim cash. And of course he was scheduled to board a bus heading back to Bandung by 9:30pm. I could hop back to my room within 10mins tops, so no problem!

But of course there had to be a mini flood between Balai and Puri, caused by the downpour prior!

I estimate the height of the water to be about one feet deep. And there was still traffic at the road turning where the flood was. Not a whole lot of lights, save for the car-headlights and some spill from the hotel.

Standing at the edge of the water, I was flabbergasted as to what to do. I am not all-Mr.Agile to skip and hop thru the water, and I had a plush in one hand and my bag filled with tees, in the other.

I zoned out for minutes, until I realized the water is not gonna subside anytime soon, and I had no choice but to somehow wade thru the water to reach "the other side"…

Took off my socks and shoes in one hand, while I tucked the plush under my shirt (which I thought was hilarious then) and step-by-agonizing-step, i waded thru the water (or "ponding", as Singapore has come to call it) … the fear was heightened as the road was darkened, and I did not want to drop into a gap or sumach nonsense, so each step was made with concern. So slow was I, that the uncles behind me and before surely would have thought I was a wussy!

My walking these days has not been the most agile, let me put it this way. Most times I shuffle, although when I catch myself doing that, I try to take note of my steps and walking stance … but in near-darkness and in water? Hell it was memorable alright.

But I made the dry land beyond, a mere 8 meters away, and lived to tell the tale. I could come up with a veiled metaphor for how that act impacted my life, but hell, I was just relieved I made it, and I was as proud of myself for making the trip hahaha

Made it back to the hotel room, and managed to SMS the info back to Yudi well before 930… which of course he did not receive until i received a message from him an hour later! *facepalm*

The Power of "Thank Yous"


I didn't notice the mention on the "thank you" page of Clogtwo's recently released Machine Mouth artbook before, and I am humbled and honored ... I did not go specifically looking for the page, at the back of the book, as I very seldom receive "thanks", so this was completely unexpected.

I've been thinking back, to the times when folks have actually thanked me, in print, and realized that they do not happen that often at all, if any. Perhaps I have not done much to warrant thusly … and as for receiving thanks in person? Well, perhaps they might have missed my earshot ... Or perhaps I might have taken them for granted, as I might have thought that of other folks - of me - as well.

Be that as it may, a simple appreciation and gratitude for someone else who had done right by you, is more powerful a subtle notion, than one may realize or give credit to. A verbal or a written "thank you" is such a positive thing, isn't it?

It might brighten up someone else's day.
It might lightup someone's world, even if only for a moment.
It might bring spirit to someone who's own has been dwindling.

Say thanks.
Be thankful.

I would like to Thank YOU for the "thank you", Eman. :)