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Oct 12, 2008 - personal philosophy

Essence

I wonder, I wonder, if I fell in love with an essence, something so beautiful within, encompassing, engrossing.

Bright, beautiful, kind, loving, caring. An essence uniquely identifying the Individual, not the Personality. I understand now that Personalities, no matter how different, the Essence within, is beautiful, radiant, ever-compatible. It seems too however, that relationships are governed by both, and in the earthly realm, often Personality dominates. It is unfortunate but true, necessary perhaps. In retrospect, I did not think that our Personalities differed a great deal. Ah well, one can hope, no matter what the outcome.

— Kamal

Oct 11, 2008 - personal poetry

Hope

Subtle and intangible

Irrational and incomprehensible

Powerful and life-driving

Hope

Never lose it, never tire of it

Live, strive, persist!

Inspire, and be inspired

Know, avoid all doubt

Believe

Have Faith

Hope.

— Kamal

Oct 7, 2008 - martial arts movies

Claws of Steel, Jet Li

Just watched this movie a while ago, very funny stuff. It’s a fairly classic kungfu movie featuring Jet Li as Wong Fei Hung. I shall say no more except that it was highly entertaining, I laughed throughout most of the movie. Of course, I crack up pretty easily – but I’m sure it was actually funny :P.

Ah well, bed time, flying out tomorrow (well day after, late tomorrow, early morning day after), whee!

— Kamal

Oct 3, 2008 - arts personal

Through the barricades

Just listening to Spandau Ballet’s ‘Through the barricades’, a beautiful song, old, but timeless. The lyrics are just amazing, definitely worth a listen.

Oct 2, 2008 - personal

Night Beach

I spent more time at Port Melbourne beach tonight, the wind and the sea and the sand, the sky – decorated with diffused streaks of silver and grey – with its plethora of stars shining brightly, faint semblances of clouds on a mostly clear night. Wow they sure keep my spirits up. I feel their majesty, cold and yet warm at the same time, powerful and yet soothing, the Creative Intelligence permeating these elements of nature, reminding me, “Hey, stay strong, stop crying… things will get better…”. And I managed, I held back, and subdued a surge of emotions that would have normally forced me gasping for breath again, held back not in a suppressive way but counteracted with a more positive outflow. Thank you, Father. I pray I can keep this up.

Hmm, it is nice to sit on the sand… then have the wind, initially not there, come up to greet you, the waves going slightly stronger, the stars brighter. In the distance, the twinkle of lights from various sea vessels. Beautiful.

Well, time to enter dreamland. Sleep is returning, though I still wake up rather sad in the morning… but it is getting better, just need to keep my spirits :).

— Kamal

Sep 30, 2008 - arts

Laliya – A Unique Group

I am by no means an expert on music or musical instruments, so I apologise in advance for the less-than-ideal description that follows, I realise some hardliners will consider my lack of musical vocab blasphemous :). I realise something else too, I keep using the American realiZe rather than the Brit realiSe each time I first type. Argh. Anyway…

A few days ago, I was in Perth for neither business nor pleasure. As I walked the vast city streets (not…), I came across street performers – this is quite common in Melbourne, but it was the first time I’ve seen it in Perth (arguably I don’t live there so this is a dumb comment…), they were a group called “Laliya”, consisting of one male – using some form of mini electrical guitar hooked up to amps and footpedals, and a didgeridoo – and one female using maracas and a drum or tabla like device (hit with the hands). Together they made music that captured me for a long time, I rarely put out change to street performers, but I spontaneously did in this case. I even bought an AUD 25 CD of theirs. So yeah, I was quite fascinated. The music would probably be classified as some variant of lounge or new age – but that is for classification’s sake, it is like calling Enya’s music new age. Enya is Enya. Similarly, I’d call Laliya’s music, well, Laliya music.

I won’t bother describing the music – one, because I do not possess the necessary language skills to properly justify what I heard, and two, because that would be akin to describing the taste of sugar to someone who hasn’t had it before – futility is certain, no? But if you ever are in town, I believe they performed next to the Safeway, whichever mall is there, on Murray St. or Hay St., can’t remember, but do check and see if they’re around.

Going off on a tangent, if anyone has recommendations for decent didgeridoo music, comment away.

— Kamal