When I was growing up, I gobbled up Roman & Greek mythology: there was something very fascinating about deities who were larger than life but were often as goofy and petty as human beings.
When I was in college, I took a C.S. Lewis elective: not surprisingly, my favourite book was Till We Have Faces: a Myth Retold. We revelled in all things Lewis. My guilty secret was that I couldn’t get through most of his non-fiction works (with the exception of A Grief Observed, which resonated with me as I was dealing with death issues at the time). His fiction was a different story: I devoured the The Chronicles of Narnia (ignoring the protest of classmates that they were children’s books), his Space Trilogy (because I loved all things Science Fiction), the Screwtape books (because I found his characters hilarious!), and of course, Till We Have Faces. Continue reading “Till We Have Faces by C.S.Lewis”
We’ve been to London a number of times to visit Beloved Family. We’ve been there in the Spring, the Summer and the Winter (strangely never in the Fall): we have decided that Christmas is our favourite time. Continue reading “St Christopher’s Place: a Chance Encounter”
Some 10 years ago, Older Daughter & I stood in the atrium of the Esplanade: Theatres by the Bay, mouths agape in wonder as we watched & listened to the rhythms of a taiko drum resonating through us. This past weekend, we found ourselves at this same venue, craning our necks through the crowds to watch Hibikiya & Kodo open the Super Japan: Japanese Festival of Arts. It felt like we had come full circle as we gathered in the outdoor theatre, just a decade later.
It was an evening of incredible taiko drumming: the contrast of the fast-paced modern performance of Hibikiya contrasting with the traditional style of Kodo served to highlight how eclectic the world of Taiko drumming is; and I stand in awe in the realisation that I am part of this proud tradition. Continue reading “My Journey with Taiko Drumming”
Where do I live? This was the question posed at Mass this past Sunday. Is where I live my physical address? I was challenged to consider my spiritual home. Continue reading “Where do I live?”
I come from a family of foodies. Some of us like to eat all sort of strange things, others love to feed others, some are very good cooks. Whatever it is, food has been a central part of our lives. Continue reading “Why I do what I do with my Food”
One of my highlights of visiting Hong Kong is the Po Lo Bau (“Pineapple” Bun which contains absolutely no pineapple). Just imagine of warm, buttery brioche with a crumbly, streusel-like top. And the place to get it is fresh out of the oven from Sai Kung Cafe & Bakery.
Continue reading “A Quiet Spot of Tea”
My sister, against all odds, is an artist and special needs educator. Continue reading “My Sister, my Inspiration”
One of the most precious gifts my parents have given me is the belief that in everything, I have a choice. Sure, some of the choices presented to me are not great and some are downright terrible, but nevertheless, I have the power to decide which choice to make, which path to take. Continue reading “Will you take the High Road or the Low Road?”
I have never been one to keep up with trends. In fact, it seems like I habitually engage in new things at the tailend of their popularity. Continue reading “What do I see in the Colouring?”