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The Unbearable Heaviness of Being

My quest for the eternal lightness

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I’ve changed my aquarium landscape. The rainbows (I am NOT talking about the rainbow which speaks of the promise made to Noah after the flood) look happier now, with more curves and caves to swim through. ‘Aquaria-therapy’ has always been useful for me – a time I selfishly keep, to ‘gaze at the fire’.

New landscapes challenge us to respond by making adjustments, allowing space for emerging thoughts and definitions, and being humble. My rainbows are challenged to adapt to the new ‘main’ area in which they swim. Favorite playing spots will have to be abandoned and new ones are discovered. Intolerance to criticism and differing views exposes our desperate refusal and denial of the emergence of the new frontier.


I have just set up a new salt-water tank. A humble start with slight problem taking a snapshot of its new inhabitants. More pictures later.



…having sent the crowd away, the teacher got down from the boat and sat down and begin to rub his forehead. Winding down, he look across the horizon, feeling the slight breeze hitting against his face. As he stared down on the sand, watching crabs scurrying to take cover behind the rocks, one of his followers ask him, ‘teacher, how can we experience life to the full?’

‘What does your scripture tell you?’

A disciple shot: ‘believe and confess’.

Added another, ‘be strong and put on the armor of truth’

The teacher look at them feel compassionate for them and said to them, ‘If you can understand this, that even these crustaceans, strong and full in their armors – joints, angles, and spikes, a strong lightweight shield that would make the Roman army proud, thriving amid decaying fish, rotting pilings, and the refuse of a careless human populace, will have these old skeletons shucked off for the new body to emerge, larger and fresh, not once but a times a few.’ 

I’m just thinking about my friends who have this unstopable cravings for crabs and would do anything for them, and at anytime….happy crabbing!



Taiping? Is that it?

Well, I guess it’s the furthest one can go when exploring impulsive ‘lets-go-now’ kind of trips with first-timers. We’ll do better next round, I hope.


And so it was a short drive northwards, with no proper direction as to where we were suppose to be going. Lunch was very modest since a ‘seafood-intolerant’ bug had caught up with us along the way. Of course, fun is never confined to good food alone.



The wheels landed up at the zoo entrance as baboons welcomed us with great hospitality. As far as I could remember, that’s my first visit to a zoo. The walk amidst chatters and laugthers, was indeed good.

I am thankful for good friends; for simple conversations and fun. 




Won’t be travelling this weekend. Rained during the day and it’s a cool night for me to catch up on some rest. I’m just gonna sink into my sofa and enjoy my Italian wine while I read Karen Armstrong.

Managed John Grisham’s ‘Broker’ this afternoon. Somehow I could imagine myself being stashed away with a new identity like Joel Backman who’d became Marco Lazzeri. Having now to find new meaning to survival, I’d find myself roaming a quiet town, making new friends while spending endless time on espresso, thinking about my past and wondering why I am planted in an entirely foreign place. I was totally immersed in it.

I have always enjoyed John Grisham.

Buona Serata!