tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73327312024-03-14T02:17:11.849+08:00ThirtyOneSimianDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14734078710978377339noreply@blogger.comBlogger993125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332731.post-82839990433559069142013-09-15T20:24:00.001+08:002013-09-15T20:24:06.406+08:00Malaysia at 50<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Malaysia at 50, still a work-in-progress.</div>
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In gratitude for all that has been, in anticipation of all that yet may be—</div>
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Happy Malaysia Day!</div>
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Ashan with W.L. Siew and the cameraman, 2006.</div>
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Last August, I travelled to Alor Setar and Langkawi with some of the d'NAers. Took the train with Yen to Alor Setar, where we met up with SooT, and then the ferry from Kuala Kedah to Langkawi. Mich and Tien flew from Singapore to Langkawi, meeting us on the island.<br />
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The girls and their drinks, Old Town at this new mall along the Cenang stretch, somewhere across and down the road from the Underwater World. I can't remember the name of the mall, but it could well be Cenang Mall.</div>
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SooT and the rise of a rather disturbing table habit.
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(Photographed in 2007 by Tien, whose shadow is also visible.)</div>
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That evening was the Olympic badminton final between Lee Chong Wei and Lin Dan.</div>
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The audience at a <i>mamak</i> on Pantai Cenang.</div>
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d'NAers watching over dinner at the Chinese restaurant next to the <i>mamak</i>. The chef at the restaurant was a China national, and the atmosphere in the kitchen seemed a bit more heated than usual!</div>
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The next day, we rode the cable car up to views of where the ocean and sky blurred into a gentle wash of blue.</div>
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The PKV gang and I dropped by in December 2010, when the tavern had just reopened after a season of renovations. That night, Bolton won their EPL match, and the owner, Joe, a lifelong Bolton fan, served up a round of butterscotch shots for everyone.<br />
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I took some photos at that visit, and was very happy to pass them on to Joe. The night after the Chong Wei-Lin Dan match, I popped over to Joe's and surprised him with the photos. He was clearly delighted and said it made his day; it certainly made mine.<br />
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He then brought us to visit the USSR Restaurant on Pantai Tengah, run by a Soviet Russian called Timur. We were rather full after dinner and so only had drinks (plus a cold soup dish), but I should very much like to visit again to try the food.<br />
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Took some portraits with the Fuji on its maiden trip.<br />
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We had brunch on our last day at this new establishment called The English Tea Room, directly across the road from the Underwater World. It is run by Annette, a Derbyshire woman. A most delightful person and place—with killer piped-in music, if oldies (Bee Gees!) is your thing.<br />
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I brought the Fuji GW690II medium format rangefinder along—a bulky camera by SLR standards, but lightweight for medium format.<br />
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With a 6x9-cm negative size, it only allows an extremely conservative eight frames per roll. Great for portraits, still lifes and some landscapes, but not so much for travel. Still, I wanted to try it out and put the quality of medium format to the test.<br />
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For these comparisons, I pit the Fuji (loaded with Kodak Ektar 100) against my Nikon P5000 compact camera.<br />
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Umbrellas and tables at the Yellow Café on Pantai Cenang at sunset. This is digital, and what the scene really looked like.<br />
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Umbrellas and tables at the Yellow Café, really really yellow on medium format.<br />
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Sunset on Pantai Cenang as we saw it, digital orange against fading grey sky.</div>
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Sunset on Pantai Cenang as we <i>felt</i> it, magenta-yellow-orange on purple sea and cobalt sky.</div>
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Leaves, green and orange against a blue sky.</div>
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Leaves, green and extra orange, with the blue somewhat washed out but the yellow glow of morning sun far more palpable.<br />
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Deck chair on a cloudy morning, colours as seen and remembered. (The haze is due to vapour on the lens—my fault.)</div>
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Deck chair again, colours crazy-fied by Kodak Ektar: deep yellow chair on grey sand, and pastel blue sky on turquoise sea.
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But I love digital compacts for their stealth and ease-of-use; they're light and fun to bring around. Digital is great for candids because you never know which shot will be 'the one', but then life is not all comprised of candid moments, hence the argument for film. Plus, a manual film camera doesn’t die on you, but digital chargers and spare batteries can be a bother.<br />
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<i>Lord, blessed be Your name.</i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;">To take photographs means to recognise—simultaneously and within a fraction of a second—both the fact itself and the rigorous organisation of visually perceived forms that give it meaning. It is putting one's head, one's eye, and one's heart on the same axis.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;">As far as I am concerned, taking photographs is a means of understanding which cannot be separated from other means of visual expression. It is a way of shouting, of freeing oneself, not of proving or asserting one's originality. It is a way of life.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">This year's d'NA (d'Nous Academy at Seminari Theoloji Malaysia) was the 10th since it started in 2003.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The <i>Bauhinia</i> wasn't there in the past.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It is a legume, and its seeds are carried in pods, just like peas.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">We settle, we sedimentise,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Which is all well if our living years</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And hang ourselves in frames upon our walls.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">We are taught that the nomad's way—</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The <i>pertanian pindah—</i>is <i>mundur</i>,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Put. To allow entropy to run its course</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">But followed to its end it is maximum disorder</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And the disintegration of our souls.</span></div>
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Our blood will flow.</div>
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Slowly spun and spinning, warmed—</div>
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For our refuge is the rushing storm,</div>
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The roaring sea;</div>
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Like bees on <i>Bauhinia</i></div>
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Alighting on heart-shaped leaves,</div>
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We are itinerant (let it be so)</div>
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<i>Tapak kuda</i>, strewn upon the grass below,</div>
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<i>Tapak unta</i>, saddle up and go.</div>
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We embark in earth-coloured wedding dresses</div>
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Muddy and murky, as sordid as our sin-stained hearts,</div>
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Till He establishes our hearts blameless</div>
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In holiness presentable to stand upright;</div>
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Till the good work yields a hundredfold</div>
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We shall be as soil to seed, to nourish growth,</div>
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Our stumbling feet through this brief night.</div>
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SooT, Alissa, Tien, Ben, Isaac, Michael: since 2003.</div>
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Shern Ren, Kim Cheng, Grace: since 2004.</div>
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In bread we bring you Lord, our body's labour</div>
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In wine we offer you our spirit's grief. </div>
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We do not ask you, Lord, who is my neighbor? </div>
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Our selfish hearts make true, our failing faith renew, </div>
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Our lives belongs to you, our Lord and King. </div>
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The bread we offer you is blessed and broken, </div>
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And it becomes for us our spirit's food. </div>
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Over the cup we bring, your Word is spoken; </div>
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Make it your gift to us, your healing blood. </div>
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Take all that daily toil, plant in our heart's poor soil, </div>
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Take all we start and spoil, each hopeful dream. </div>
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The chances we have missed, the graces we resist, </div>
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So I've been invited to a wedding this Saturday. One of the very few I've been personally invited to, albeit only after finding out and congratulating the bride! Apparently many invites these days go through Facebook, and since I'm not there I effectively don't exist. Such is our world today.<br />
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But I've told a few people lately how, over the years, I've been invited to far more birthday parties and funerals than weddings. This December, I thought I might be able to chalk some points up on the wedding side, but then the first funeral came—it just <i>had</i> to—and now, the second. God must have a morbid sense of humour.<br />
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We sang that hymn above at the first funeral, and I was very moved by it.<br />
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As I was thinking about the funeral, I told V on Monday (after I'd been invited to it) that in funerals, we are stripped of our pretensions. We can, and must, be honest. No one talks about clothes or dresses ("Wah, you look so pretty!"); there's a lot less silly small talk; estranged ex-spouses reappear; we are forced to take a long, hard look at ourselves; and families are reunited, albeit against their will.<br />
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I, for one, owe my extended family's reunion to my grandmother's death five years ago. Sometimes it takes death to teach us to live.
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I'll walk home again to the street melody.</div>
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I feel like a boy all over again.</div>
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I’m going to try to do a little bit better tomorrow than I did yesterday, but on any given day I’m going to try to do the absolute best I can.<br />
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It was amazing how a photograph—looking at the contact sheet—brought back those memories thirty years ago in Yosemite or three days before.<br />
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Photography is such an important aspect of the way we record our lives today—whether you’re picking up your prints from the drugstore, or whether you’re going to great lengths in your own darkroom, photography has that ability so effectively to conjure up all of these these emotional responses. You remember so many things about the experience that aren’t even conveyed, aren’t physically in the photograph.<br />
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Photography is an act of recollecting. We think of photography as a spontaneous process, but oftentimes—especially working with film—you expose the negative, you process it, something else comes up; you may go back to a negative in a few days, you may go back in a few years. Even if you print it right away, a few years later you might interpret it differently because of other photographic or other experiences you have.<br />
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A photograph that’s an effective photograph—one that’s made from the heart—I think, should reveal not only that which is in front of the camera—the subject—but it should also reveal the element behind the camera: the photographer.<br />
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And you also have to expect that you need to have a good day of photography even if you don’t expose film. Some days you just can’t see anything. Then you start trying a little bit harder, then you’re for sure not going to see anything. You try and say, “Even if I don’t make photographs today, as long as I’m looking, as long as I’m trying to be open”—have an enjoyable day, enjoy the experience. If you photograph the landscape, you’d better love being in the landscape, with or without a picture to prove you were there.<br />
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I still like the magic of the silver process. I like the fact that when I expose that piece of film it needs to be exposed properly. I like that discipline that’s necessary. I suppose that I like the uncertainty—that I don’t know until the negative is processed exactly what I have. And in terms of the print, I find that the tactile qualities, the sensuous quality, of a silver gelatin print is different that even the finest examples of digital output today, unless that digital output happens to incorporate a silver gelatin print.SimianDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14734078710978377339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332731.post-84912830637682631012012-10-01T14:04:00.001+08:002012-10-01T14:04:24.073+08:001 October, 2012The CD turns 30 today:<br />
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And Fit turns 24.<br />
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Happy birthday, all!SimianDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14734078710978377339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332731.post-46166838582199236532012-09-28T15:32:00.003+08:002012-09-28T15:36:38.737+08:00Malaysia Day 2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I didn't go on my usual Merdeka pilgrimage this year. So it seemed fitting that I should head back to that place, that confluence, where Kuala Lumpur was born—where, in some ways, I learnt to live—on Malaysia Day.</div>
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And this time I went with a very special friend from Miri, V.</div>
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It began at 2.30 a.m. in KL Sentral, where I waited for V:<br />
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I've seen countless photographs of those prayer coils, but never of the photographers who take those pictures. Huang Di temple, Jalan Tun H.S. Lee.<br />
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Rising over the trees, the flag at Dataran Merdeka, the DBKL building, and the Sultan Abdul Samad building. I've always liked the wildness of KL, and I still imagine a possible future in which we come to terms with our identity as a tropical city and bring back the power of green spaces and mighty trees.<br />
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It doesn't help that the row of trees in front of Taman Midah has been cleared. And yet, I still hold out hope.<br />
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Seeing all this bloody meat reminded me of a letter F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote, which V told me about. Read it at <a href="http://www.lettersofnote.com/2012/07/youve-got-to-sell-your-heart.html">this link</a>.<br />
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<i>You've got to sell your heart, your strongest reactions, not the little minor things that only touch you lightly, the little experiences that you might tell at dinner [...] It was necessary for Dickens to put into Oliver Twist the child's passionate resentment at being abused and starved that had haunted his whole childhood. Ernest Hemingway's first stories "In Our Time" went right down to the bottom of all that he had ever felt and known. In "This Side of Paradise" I wrote about a love affair that was still bleeding as fresh as the skin wound on a haemophile.</i><br />
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The last leg that evening was unphotographed. But it was a journey, a conversation, I will not forget.<br />
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Of all things—coconut trees and bananas in the heart of KL. For this, among other reasons, I've always felt that this city is alive.</div>
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While I appreciate some 'upgrades' and changes, like the integration of the numerous train lines (STAR, PUTRA and Monorail), so much of the city is being transformed into the image of the big cities of the North and the West.<br />
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KL, as it is, probably has more trees than Osaka—but we don't feel the heat in the Japanese cities because of the climate there. When will our town planners realise that KL can never—must never—become like New York, or London, or Tokyo, or Paris? Let us seek our identity here in this land, designing the city that it may serve her inhabitants and give life to them.<br />
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Happy 49th Malaysia Day. We turn 50 next year—what would we be able to say of our country then? The answer lies in every decision we make today.SimianDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14734078710978377339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332731.post-6412336027043025552012-09-13T04:23:00.002+08:002012-09-13T04:23:58.549+08:00The Narnian tree<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><i>For Joan, and SooT.</i></span><br />
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A tree He plants in Asia is meant to draw richly from its soil and give shelter and life in its land. Sometimes the fragrance of the plant spreads to distant places, and sometimes the wind will carry its seed away.</div>
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But as C.S. Lewis wrote in <i>The Magician's Nephew</i>, the Narnian tree never forgot its home.</div>
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Most everyone will see a plate of <i>thosai</i> with the usual condiments/dips: chutney and <i>dhall</i>.<br />
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A bowl of <i>pan mee</i>, a plate of <i>loh mai kai</i>, a glass of barley, soup, chilli and two pairs of chopsticks—and Kampong Koh chilli sauce!<br />
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This is big news in a small corner of the world. Branches so far exist in Avenue K, The Curve, IOI Boulevard, Subang, Klang and Butterworth. Totally did not expect one to open up in a backwater neighbourhood mall like Leisure Mall.
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And... though I've lived here all my life, it only just occurred to me today that the pyramid above the GSC cineplex looks suspiciously Louvre-like.SimianDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14734078710978377339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332731.post-81510256547989052122012-08-13T12:34:00.003+08:002012-08-13T12:35:06.314+08:00Big FishThat was my father's final joke, I guess. A man tells his stories so many times, that he becomes the stories.<br />
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~ William Bloom, in Tim Burton's <i>Big Fish</i>, based on the novel by Daniel Wallace.SimianDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14734078710978377339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332731.post-49261087287902393882012-08-12T22:00:00.001+08:002012-08-12T22:00:42.890+08:00Cookies WagonI saw the Cookies Wagon on the road the other day, after exiting the East-West Highway for the NPE.<br />
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Looks cool, and their website is here:
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But over the decades, 'street photography' has never been an easy genré to define; it easily overlaps with other categories such as portraits, landscapes and still life. And it has given rise to innumerable clichés, some of which are discussed in <u><a href="http://shutterfinger.typepad.com/shutterfinger/2012/06/top-10-street-photography-clich%C3%A9s.html">this article</a></u> by Gordon Lewis.<br />
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Not quite the happening place it was in its heyday, but Jia's family runs a very nice restaurant there, comfortably tucked away from the main thoroughfare.
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'Time Machine TV' was true in an unlikely sense: the show being screened was <i>ThunderCats</i> (the 2011 version), which now runs every Saturday on TV3, I think. It brought back memories because I used to watch the original '80s <i>ThunderCats</i> many years ago.<br />
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I still think of Lion-O as a super-muscular adult-bodied cat, and not a teenage fledgling of a warrior. But at least they kept the awesome theme song!SimianDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14734078710978377339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332731.post-5468755297017450582012-07-20T21:00:00.000+08:002012-07-20T21:00:53.749+08:00Just between you and meOn the surface I am making myself useful by teaching and doing documentation projects for the University. But why should I conform to the ‘production line’ mentality in which every endeavour must result in something marketable/of commercial value?<br />
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I consider myself a creator: I write, I take photos, I paint, I create. I don’t sell these things, and only a handful of friends ever see them. So why do I do what I do? Simply because I consider all of this training and practice: the discipline of a craftsman.<br />
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The ‘usual’ path consists of either jumping into the corporate sector after graduating, else staying in academia and pursuing a higher degree. But I’m taking my time, I’m observing the world and learning things—not necessarily better things, but different things than if I’d gone down any of those other paths. And all of this is invariably moulding me, preparing me for challenges I have yet to face.<br />
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So I don’t have the career momentum many of my friends are gaining; I’m not on my way to a PhD like a good number of my friends are; but I’m nonetheless growing in knowledge and skill, sharpening my abilities day by day. And one day, I believe all of this will be worth it, and when that day comes, these abilities will, I believe, serve their turn.<br />
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Her astonishing portfolio for the July 2012 feature article on endangered languages:
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On the trip I put two new pieces of gear—the 28mm and 105mm lenses—through their paces; the former is among my favourite and most-used lenses today, and the latter testified to Nikon's tank-like manual-focus lens engineering, surviving a rather nasty drop from a Land Rover up on Taiping's Bukit Larut.<br />
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I shot two Ilford films: HP5 Plus 400 (two group shots above) and FP4 Plus 125 (the rest of the photos above). HP5 was my go-to film until I discovered Kodak's Tri-X during the ET shoot; the former has great contrast, while the latter is much more generous in the midtones and has a certain granular characteristic which I promptly fell in love with.<br />
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As I was sweeping the floor this morning, I thought about all of that, and about our government, and about ethics and the voice of the people and what it is we really want. I remembered that line from <i>The Magician's Nephew</i>, where Aslan tells young Digory, "All receive what they ask for, but they do not always like it."<br />
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We want non-corrupt leaders, but are we non-corrupt people? I can't help feeling that the calling of the Church in our present political climate is not so much to lead the charge in voting, but to show the way in living. Things are so politicised these days that I think we are losing sight of the real battles. Everyone talks about changing leaders and circumstances; no one talks about changing themselves.<br />
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Why don't we attack the government for not banning Chatime, for instance? All that overpriced sugar and unhealthiness! We live lives of double standards, and we would do well to shut up sometimes.<br />
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At the risk of overquoting Kang's "Different shirt, same shit" pronouncement, I'd say that's the point we are missing: we're changing the wineskins but doing nothing about the wine.<br />
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He inherited a university that was down some distant rungs in the Times World University Rankings. Many are quick to point out that rankings are not everything, but let me say that my parents were, six years ago, extremely hesitant about sending me to the University. I agree that rankings are not everything, but we live in a world where public opinion is so twisted by the media, that no person or organisation will ever get its due unless the media approves. Also, it is no secret that serious research in the sciences had been shelved for many years. For reasons as these, our current VC was the right man for the job.<br />
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I am sympathetic to the plight of the arts and humanities community, and of those lecturers who are better teachers than researchers. I consider myself more inclined to teaching than to research, and my honest answer to the VC's persistent, "So Ben, when are you doing your PhD" question is this: "Sir, I have always very much desired to lecture, but I do not see myself doing academic research of such rigour. Unfortunately I cannot be of service in the academic structure you have designed."<br />
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In all of this I am not against him, because if I had inherited the University as it was in 2008, I don't know how I could have done better to appease the <i>rakyat</i>'s chants of, "Do something about our rankings!" Furthermore, there was a lot of deadwood—there still is, actually—in the ranks of faculty members.
It is a pity that he is more preoccupied with numbers than quality, leading to an influx of questionable foreign students, to dodgy collaborations in order to land certain journals, and to the neglect of some really good (but with little commercial or ISI value) research. And yet, some hard decisions had to be made if a systematic transformation into a 'research university' was going to take place.<br />
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Key word: systematic. I have never quite understood engineers, but I know they are more concerned with efficiency over ethics, with 'getting the job done' than with doing something really great and colourful and wonderful. If an engineer produced a movie, they would go for something safe rather than something risky but possibly groundbreaking. (I draw these inferences from personal experience with engineers.)<br />
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I can understand why he cannot tolerate subjectivity, because if you start making exceptions to some cases, you have to start making exceptions to others. It makes for difficult steering of the battleship. Football coaches like Otto Rehhagel and José Mourinho have never been popular, but they get the job done.<br />
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All in all, it is time for the public to decide on what they really want. In particular, on whether they want good education irrespective of where the University sits on the rankings chart—and if so, what yardstick should be used to evaluate the University.<br />
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After all, we live in a silly world where applicants from Malaysian universities need to take TOEFL to get into the States, but graduates from Singaporean universities do not, simply because English is considered to be the 'first language' of Singaporean universities. Never mind that many Malaysians speak way better English than Singaporeans.<br />
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There is no reliable indicator of anything, and perhaps the words of my mother's cousin were the wisest of all. When I asked her, five years ago, what she thought of my parents' fear of local varsities, she said, "It really depends on the faculty. Go and visit it for yourself, and decide." I took her advice and went to see the Dean. I liked what I saw, and I can say in retrospect that I would not trade in my years of learning in this University for anything else.<br />
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There was much I did not, and still do not, like about the University. But I learnt the value of wise discretion in making judgements, and in that sagely quote from Pixar's <i>Ratatouille</i>: "Not everyone can cook, but a good cook can come from anywhere."SimianDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14734078710978377339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332731.post-56968550968104971242012-06-27T07:10:00.001+08:002012-06-27T07:10:40.378+08:00Whitman's grassA child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full
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(Thanks, Mel.)SimianDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14734078710978377339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332731.post-81222615343276210892012-06-17T19:04:00.003+08:002012-06-17T19:11:43.027+08:00Klang Gates Ridge, 12 May 2012On Saturday, 12 May, I found myself once again on the Klang Gates Ridge. Second time with George, and first with Firdy, Adila and Emily—I think we were trying to relive the Gunung Merapi high (no pun intended).<br />
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We got off to a late-ish start, after some drinks at PJ Hills, and it was well past 7.30 by the time we started the ascent. It was cloudy, and given our late start I did not expect much. But the light on the top was quite another (happy) story.<br />
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Since my last visit, handholds have been installed in the face of some of the (steeper) ridges.</div>
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While this technically defaces the natural ridge surface, in the interest of safety it is probably a good idea. Still, free-climbing is the most fun!</div>
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_fgWNpTGuLk/T90HUSrs1PI/AAAAAAAAHg4/UJT_Tj8gKIw/s1600/DSC_2587%2BEditR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>The cempedak tree.</div>SimianDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14734078710978377339noreply@blogger.com0