ZEN Bitchin'

Dispatches from a foreign country

Month: April, 2009

What are you doing the rest of your life?

What Are You Doing The Rest of Your Life? – Della Reese
She recently celebrated her 90th birthday, surrounded by her family–both biological and the writers she has nurtured with her generous wisdom. I count myself very fortunate to have been given the opportunity to be at the receiving end of her wonderful insights and ideas [...]

For your information

This was forwarded to me last week. It’s from Vital Voices. I already posted this in my Facebook, tagging all my Khmer contacts. Not one has reacted. I’m hoping to reach a wider audience here. Please help spread the word.
Dear friends,
Your help is urgently needed!
News has reached us that the Cambodian government is taking steps [...]

Thank you for hearing me

Thank You for Hearing Me – Sinead O’Connor
It has been more than 14 months since the dissolution of my last relationship. Please don’t think that I’m counting the days. I’m not. I just happen to think about it because (of my prodigious memory?) in the last few days it has been the subject of my [...]

The point of poetry

The Point of Poetry
For you who do not seeThe point of poetry,I offer these few lines,With lovely words,And possibly, a melody
To touch your heart,The way sometimes artPlays with our sensesAnd reminds usThat we’re all a part
Of life, and its poetry–Its chaos and symmetry:Like how your cheeksAre bisected by commasThat appear magically
Every time you smileWith no [...]

Turning Japanese

Turning Japanese – Sprung Monkey
On Sunday I woke up at around 9AM. The flat was silent, as Danika has left for work. After a breakfast of Milo and peanut butter sandwich, I went out. It was looking to be another sunny day, as opposed to the almost daily dose of rain in Kuala Lumpur. And [...]

There are no more songs

There Are No More Songs“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadow and the soul.” -Pablo Neruda, Love Sonnet XVII
There are no more songsI can sing to make you love me.
Day and night I prayed for melodiesThat will catch your fickle [...]