Thursday, May 20, 2010

Tik Tok Earth - My next event

Here comes my next project, launching tonight. And these are what I contributed. 
Tree of Life 1, 2, 3.

And these...
Untamed, Unrestrained

Monday, May 17, 2010

If everyone were to stop working instantaneously 
for corporations and government departments, 
do you think they would listen to the little people for once?

EMP and all that's left to see

I was talking to a friend about designs these days and how they are so easily accessible in more ways than one. When I was an art student, way back then :P, I did a soft drink for my final campaign. I still remember the product was called 'Bluey', a bluish aerated drink with a hint of mint and it's blue. The teachers told me it looked like detergent and my work looked unfinished.

If they are still around today I guess they would flip when they see drinks that come in various colors and tastes. Before the computer was even a plausible idea in the 80s, well at least for us students and locals, we had to photocopy things we wanted, cut and paste with cow gum, use set squares to get the designs in line and buy the expensive letrapress - a kind of press on stencils for fonts - and do everything else by hand. It was tough work but we all managed to do them without the help of technology so to speak.

But these days, an art student without a computer is completely handicapped. Such are the times. I've always wondered what if the world is hit by an electromagnetic pulse where everything electronic and electrical gets fried. What would the world be like then? No more emails, Facebook, chats, Skype, surfs, refrigerators, radios, handphones, TV, microwave ovens, washing machines, planes, trains, automobiles - would we have to go back to the stone age again?

But I guess for people who are used to cycling, working on farms, painting, writing in longhand, reading, exercising, cooking with charcoal or firewood, dreamers, vagabonds, homeless, musicians and children who still play outdoor games will find it easier to survive. As for the rest of the world ... I don't know. What about you? Can you survive an EMP if it were to hit us anytime soon?

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Sex, Money, Scandal - The Pandemic Frolic

Of all the characters Jo Kukathas played, I love Ribena Berry the best. She is hilarious to the hilt. Maybe Jo was a chameleon in her past life to be able to take on so many roles at the snap of a finger. She can be a comic, a drama queen, a political figure and she is in fact her entire cast of schizophrenic selves. It is just a charm to see her in all the different shoes, literally.

Edwin Sumun brings in the musical angle of the play with his boyish and mischievous actions in between scenes. And of course, Shelah made a cameo appearance that was only too brief.

The play was quite heavily laden with political and breaking news references and jokes. Some of us, who are not very news savvy got some but didn't get all of them. But I guess if you do, you would have a laughing fit like the guy who sat somewhere behind me guffawing in solitaire while we were still trying to figure out what it was all about.

I would have liked to see a grander finale, I don't know, maybe I have seen too many shows and movies to expect that all the time. Something that reaches the pinnacle of hilarity or inspiration that will burst into a ball of fiery pandemonium that will make us go insane or stampede out of the auditorium. Wait a minute, maybe I'm talking about a horror movie or musical play ... but anyway, it was one night well spent even with the really uncomfortable chairs, the long hot wait and the kiasu search for a good seat without the 'reserved' signs plastered on them.

I am sooo looking forward to Edwin, Shelah, Jo and Ribena Berry to reappear again some time soon because I won't stop believing.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

What Gives?

In this life there are only two ways to live. You take now and pay later or you give now and collect later. It's up to you to choose, no one can force you to do anything. So don't go around blaming your parents, or cursing the system, the ass-wad government, your friends or your surroundings. You should know better. You smoke, you know the sting; you gamble, you know the deal; you fuck around, you have every health concern to fuck with. That's life. That's what you pay for what you take. Or you could live like a saint or a martyr. But you ain't either one are you?

One day at a meeting...

I attended a meeting on Sunday with a group of the most innovative, passionate, artistic, creative, imaginative and loving people I have ever known. The group was made up of artists, singer-songwriters, performers, activists, lawyers, writers, teachers, filmmakers and a whole lot of people from all levels and duties. One would think that probably this group would most likely be drawn together by religion or the concept of God or by a political scheme but it's not.

Everyone in that room had an agenda to set things right. To make things easier for others. To come together to share an idea of change and progress. To simply, celebrate life. When I looked around and listened to what some of them has to share, how some of them raise issues up for discussion and how some lighten the entire meeting with witty remarks, I couldn't help myself but imagine the power of this undefined gathering of people.

It makes me want to stand up and cheer when I realize these are the people who move the world with their unseen contribution, no matter how large or small. They are the ones who reach out to a person in need of assistance whether it is legal or emotional. They are the ones who add spice and festivity to this mundane world of agonizing status devoured by politics and economy. These are the people who believe in the joyous moments of life than questioning its form or make.

The amount of energy gathered on that day was incredible. I felt like we could move mountains. We could take on the world if we wanted to. Maybe I'm a dreamer but recalling the great minds and hearts who have come together I could actually imagine a world with no countries, no gods, no hell and only the sky above.

Some People

I met some people who talk about rights and finding their place in the world.
I met some people who complain about their lives every way they know how.
I met some people who are contented with what money can buy.
And I met some people who talk about nothing else but themselves.

I met some people who keep shaking their heads sideways about the world's condition.
I met some people who are all out there to make the world a better place for everyone else.
I met some people who can't get out of the system.
I met some people who don't want to get out of the system.

Like I said before, and I will say it again.
It will come for you.
It will come to your doorstep and knock on your door.
That day will come for you and you will ask,
'Why me?"
But until then,
You can be one of those 'some people' whom you know too well
Doing what you do because you think it's good enough to get by.

I met some people who dwell on their own needs.
I met some people who live a life of make believe.
I met some people who cluster in holy places.
I met some people who leave behind agonizing traces.

Some people are born.
Some people are made.
Some people do not conform
to colors, sizes and shapes.

Animal Talk

 (photo by LM Fea:

Why do some people spend so much money to buy a pet and then raise it like an animal?

Do you think animals in the circuses, zoos and other entertainment shows enjoy their living conditions?

Why can't you see that you are prone to hurting an animal only when you have a very low self esteem?

If you think you can treat an animal any way you want because you have a higher intelligence, don't you think aliens with an even more sophisticated technology should treat us the same way?

You talk about God as if he never created anything else but you.

Of course you don't smuggle in animals for your pleasure. Of course you don't rip up animals for their skin and fur. Of course you don't kill them and chop them up for your appetite. But are you still an accessory on all counts?

Man is nothing more than an animal who managed to make god in his image to justify his existence.

If you are so stupid as to not know what is animal brutality and still want to be ignorant to it, don't come around and complain to anyone when you face some kind of brutality of your own. Mind you, you are an animal too.


We have enslaved the rest of the animal creation, and have treated our distant cousins in fur and feathers so badly that beyond doubt, if they were able to formulate a religion, they would depict the Devil in human form.  ~William Ralph Inge, Outspoken Essays, 1922

Why should man expect his prayer for mercy to be heard by What is above him when he shows no mercy to what is under him?  ~Pierre Troubetzkoy

Cockfighting was illegal in Oklahoma until 1963, when a judge ruled that chickens are not animals and therefore unprotected by anticruelty laws.  ~U.S. News & World Report, 6 December 1999

Personally, I would not give a fig for any man's religion whose horse, cat and dog do not feel its benefits.  Life in any form is our perpetual responsibility.  ~S. Parkes Cadman

I ask people why they have deer heads on their walls.  They always say because it's such a beautiful animal.  There you go.  I think my mother is attractive, but I have photographs of her.  ~Ellen DeGeneres 

When a man wantonly destroys one of the works of man we call him a vandal.  When he destroys one of the works of god we call him a sportsman.  ~Joseph Wood Krutch

The animals of the world exist for their own reasons.  They were not made for humans any more than black people were made for white, or women created for men.  ~Alice Walker

It is just like man's vanity and impertinence to call an animal dumb because it is dumb to his dull perceptions.  ~Mark Twain

Get a feel for fur:  Slam your fingers in a car door.  ~Anonymous, on the use of steel traps to capture fur-bearing animals, cited in Audubon, November 1990


Wednesday, May 5, 2010

I Can't Get to Sleep Tonight

I can't get to sleep tonight,
I hear a man's shout,
I hear a woman's scream.
In the midst of all that
I hear a baby's cry
And a dog's yelp,
And I am thinking,
I am wondering
Is something or someone
Going to die tonight?
I can't get to sleep tonight,
I can't explain why,
I can't reason it without a sigh.
The policemen are on a shooting spree,
The business dealers are pilfering and plundering,
The angry people are lashing out
On the innocent and the weaklings.
I can't get to sleep tonight,
I wonder why I can't.
When I hear the whales crying in the ocean,
When I hear the bleeding of the tress,
How can I close my eyes
And wish it all away
To let me get a good night's sleep?
How can I not shed my tears?
When all the human species wants
Is greed and greed and greed?

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Where has all the love gone?

I was at the park yesterday evening and I saw a maid playing badminton with a girl who was about six or seven. The little girl couldn't hit a straight shuttle but the maid's patience and encouragement kept her going for a while. When the little girl got tired of the game they went to the swing and the maid carried the little one up on her lap and they swung delightfully.

There were also two other maids who took the dogs for their evening walk. One was walking a brown mongrel while the other was walking a small three-legged dog. There was a third maid who met up with them to chat while she held a very tall boy who was mentally unstable in her arms. There were other maids who came out to get the children from their buses and vans who just came back from school as well.

When I was younger I always had my dad fetching me to school before I started taking the school bus. And mom was always home no matter what time of the day when we came back home. Evenings were usually with friends, if not neighbors, and the whole routine from wake to sleep was watched over by my mom and everything was prepared by her.

Dad used to fetch all four of us on his motorbike (can't remember which model) at night just for rides around the neighborhood. Our treat those days was a movie in the reserved seats, or a magnolia ice cream from the supplier or a box of chocolates.

As I watch the kids these days coming back to an empty home, eating alone at fast food joints, being taken care of by maids, spending more and more time attached to the internet and games, it makes me wonder where all the love has gone.

Doesn't it Say?

If we follow the seasons of the earth
to celebrate festivities,
doesn't it say something about the way we feel?

If we follow the phase of the moon
to worship and pray to the gods,
doesn't it say something about the way we think?

If we follow the laws of the universe
and rules of the solar system to exist,
doesn't it say something about the way we function?

If we follow the theories of human kind
to gauge our lifetime,
doesn't it say something about ours fears?