One of the temples I really enjoyed, simply because there were very little crowds. The structures themselves were quiet and unassuming despite their cultural importance and significance, which added to their beautiful majesty…
The Rocks is usually crowded with tourists and locals… But a trip there on a weekday morning gave me wonderful space, air and time to soak in everything at my own pace. What a contrast from the previous few times I was there..
An emotionally deep novel about a Chinese family and heritage, based on Amy Tan’s personal stories and experience. It’s even been made into an opera
After reading this, I couldn’t help but wonder how much of our stories are fading with the demise of our older generation.
I ask myself how much of my grandmother’s life do I know.
The answer, sadly, is not much.
I wonder why. Why have we never thought to ask? Why hasn’t anyone in the family talked about it? Why hasn’t anyone thought the remember so that we can pass on her stories to our own children and nieces and nephews one day?
My maternal grandparents and paternal grandfather are already deceased. Only our paternal grandmother is left, and suddenly I am curious to know what her life was like as a little girl, growing up in war to post-war times. Would she want to talk? Would she talk only in dialect such that I won’t be able to answer her confidently? Would she talk, then tell my aunts and uncles that I’ve become “weird”, suddenly asking her such questions?
I do hope that I will have the courage to try. Maybe the brother might be interested to make a short film project out of it too ;p
Took Xue’er for a spin around the Arab Street area, still excited by the novelty of the Holga Lens – I think she liked it ;p
Isn’t it Ironic?
Sometimes the things we dread the most
Are also the things
Which define us the most.
We wonder what we could be,
If only we could shake off these boundaries that bind us.
But Who, and What, would we be, without them?