Here we are again at the peak of the horizonsDebating where to goWhere the tides led us and our bloods brought usHere, at a vantage point we were excited and calmWe tried hard to listen and listened very hard.I heard generations of sadness, struggles, those of hopes.At least, those were the sighs I heard…A tempest may be coming soon.Interestingly, no one was there to pacify the brewing wind.It was all but questions and unseen questions.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
The tempest is here
Avocado Faces
Fr. Chalerm, Thailand -- he is the oldest. He didn't stay at Avocado. He was in Singapore House. |
This rosary-wielding guy helped us a lot. He made sure we got into the proper buses and places... |
Ching at the blue mansion |
Bee and Hawnan, Thailand. They stayed at Avocado in different generations... |
inter-generational catching up |
with Aloy, the man of the week |
Jim, Aki-Japan, Teresa |
Bee |
Vangie (avocado friend) Ching - HK |
chaplains |
Ann and Ching |
I was an Avocado baby. I was the third occupant of #20 Avocado Road. It was Sanjay who showed me the ropes and tips in surviving such a 'far-flung' place.
Three years from now, Avocado will celebrate 20 years of student movement vibrancy. It witnessed interlocking smiles, sighs, cries and shouts. But for me, it witnessed decades-old growing and learning...
In fact, in June 23rd, the grandest Avocado reunion was held in Penang, Malaysia to coincide with the presbyteral ordination of Fr. Tan Yih Soo.
Ruki - IYCS, Teresa -IMCS with Rory, local IMCS of Penang |
with Msgr. Stephen Liew, VG of Penang Diocese, a long-time friend of Avocado |
Myra, IMCS staff admin - a room mate |
Helena, Avocado friend |
Labels:
Avocado Road,
IMCS,
IYCS,
musings
Location:
Penang, Malasya
Friday, May 18, 2012
For if we live in the past
The ripple continues.
Others may call it shedding tears. Well, lamentations of old.
We hold on tightly or hole up.
We get closer to all the shoulda and coulda
We became an expert of the mistaken shrouds of reality built and strengthened.
Still, it is a fallacy...
Others may call it shedding tears. Well, lamentations of old.
We hold on tightly or hole up.
We get closer to all the shoulda and coulda
We became an expert of the mistaken shrouds of reality built and strengthened.
Still, it is a fallacy...
Friday, December 23, 2011
Solitude
I crossed the bridge once more
The artsy clouds and bluse skies guided us
the clear crystal waters tempted us to just stop and gaze at it...
We know better. We moved on.
The island has secrets kept in coconut kernels or wisdom of old.
I was with a group. A boisterous one. They kept bugging me for photos. I did oblige.
But I kept my piece of quiet and peace.
I smiled in peace.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Saltine relaxation
Taking a walk by the coast is a relaxing (and taxing) endeavor... I took a walk by the cove of Loay and it took me almost 2 hours to 'circumnavigate' the whole place... I did it towards noon. Surprisingly I did not get dehydrated or tired.
It is indeed invigorating to just be by the beach... Please take me there sometimes.
The shutter is there for us to see. It is the finger that clicks and the brains decide when I want to take photographs...
After a few seconds, we see images captured in another angle.
After taking this picture for weeks now, my mind is diverted to the ecological implication of this architectural structure. Had we preserved all those pristine corals of old, how paradisaical could we be?
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