Monday, July 27, 2015

7 Letters & Qing Ming

Thanks to my colleague Guo Jun, wifey and I were honoured to be audience of the premiere screening of ‘7 Letters’, an anthology of 7 short films, features 7 of Singapore’s most acclaimed directors Boo Junfeng, Eric Khoo, K Rajagopal, Jack Neo, Tan Pin Pin, Royston Tan, and Kelvin Tong. The films revolve around the theme of “Home” and what “Home” means to each director as they interpret it in their individual stories. 7 letters is the first film to open at the newly refurbished Capitol Theatre. It was to be our virgin steps into the building too.

(you can read more about the individual films here: https://sg.news.yahoo.com/7-letters-most-visual-gift-030152258.html)

I love that immediately after you walk in from the main entrance of the building, you find yourself in a huge, high ceiling atrium that is well lit and ventilated. Atas restaurants and cafes are the only retail choices. Amidst the bright LED lights and fanciful deco stands the beautiful entrance of the theatre – with a porch, neon signboard and interior lit by warm yellow hue – reminds me of the many theatre entrances we came across in London.

We were ushered to the top tier and were pleasantly surprised by the architecture of the theatre. Majestic white horses lined both high walls and a well carved dome with cove lighting capped the roof. Though the Capitol Theatre is operated by Golden Village, this theatre was set up more like one befitting of musicals and plays, much to our awe and comfort.

The last film titled "GPS" directed by Kelvin Tong, is a heart wrenching story depicting a modern day family travelling to the cemetery to pay respects during the Qing Ming festival. This story resonated most with me as I could relate closely to my personal experiences...

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My paternal relatives usually pay our annual Qing Ming respects in late March or early April. We will drive up to Grandma’s house at Rengam and have a hearty breakfast together – mom would contribute home-made cake/bread/yam cake whilst my youngest uncle will bring big bao. He would also pack roast pork or duck that will be offered to our ancestors later. After breakfast and armed with huge straw hats and umbrellas (hmm why have we never needed mosquito repellent?), we will embark on a 15-20 minutes’ walk to the top of the hill where the graves serenely lie. Qing Ming is a more enjoyable occasion if more cousins come along, as there will be more laughter and conversations and the chores can be better shared.

The cemetery is relatively untouched and isn't a well maintained one – the entrance is a narrow sandy road shared by pedestrians and cars and motorcycles. There is no tarmac to walk on, no amenities nor information counter. My younger Uncle will pay a token to the ‘caretaker’ of the cemetery (who sits in a makeshift shelter by the way) as a formality. From there, it is about 5-8 mins of walking along the aisle of the tombs, negotiating the path littered with stones, gravel and semi-decayed branches, to our first stop – the graves of our paternal great grandparents.

This is no columbarium; it is a cemetery of graves that has stood and weathered many decades. There are no conspicuous landmarks or locality map that leads us or shows us the exact location. “Walk straight to that tree”, as the grandma directed in Kelvin Tong’s film “GPS”, is a similar instruction we take heed. There aren’t many trees anyway – however I am not able to describe the tree too – I can only point it out to you when I am physically standing there haha. For myself, I confirm the location with the bearing of the satellite tower to my right. Triple confirm it with the names scribed onto the tombstones. Hello, my great grandparents.

My great grandparents originated from shui kou (水口) village, He Shan (鹤山) city, Guangdong Province, China. They moved to Malaya permanently and settled down in Rengam in 1938. Great grandfather passed away at 58 years old and his partner at 52.

The rituals we would perform (the same for every grave) are:
i)              Light candles for 土地公 aka the Earth God – to thank him for taking good care of the land, literally
ii)             Lay out the food and wine for ancestors
iii)            Light big candles x 2 and place them in the pit.
iv)           Light joss sticks. Place x3 in the pit and the remaining sparingly around the perimeter of the grave
v)            Burn offerings
vi)           Wait for offerings to completely burn (a symbolic representation that ancestors have ‘received’ the gifts and are ‘done with the food’)
vii)          Pay respects and say our prayers
viii)         Pour the wine onto the ground
ix)           Pack up and done

The above rituals may not be most traditional and done correctly and admittedly, have watered down over the decades. I recall that the offerings used to be more generous in size, like big structural bungalows (never seen the usual suspects e.g. Mercedes cars and maids in pony-tail, though). There was a bigger variety of food and also more types and colours of papers to be burnt. Well, I can give two easy explanations for the apparent simplicity it has become now – one is that sincerity counts more and the other, technology has since advanced to internet and soft-copies, hahaha...

After paying respects to my great grandparents, we would continue to my paternal grandfather’s grave. Again, there are no map or directional signs. I only know it is a downhill walk, past the road, downhill again and slightly to the left? Need to follow my uncle for this… Once we reach my grandfather’s tomb, one will immediately notice its black polished tombstone (is it marble?) and tiled flooring. The tomb looks slightly classier as compared to its neighbours, probably because my grandfather was a well-to-do businessman.

/performs rituals as above

I have vague memory of my grandfather as he passed on when I was 3+ years old. Testimonials from my parents and uncles confirmed that he was a very stern and strict disciplinarian with a high sense of responsibility. Born in 1921, my grandfather is the eldest of 6 siblings. Not only did he take the role of provider after both parents had passed away, he coached his children in their studies. Auntie WP boasted that all of them topped their level at least once in their primary school. My grandfather had astute foresight as well – recognising that a convenience store in a small town draws in limited profits, he made a daring switch to agriculture. He laboured for several years in his acres of rubber plantation before his venture finally bore fruit. Owing to grandfather’s toil and hardwork, my dad and his siblings benefited from the better quality of life and opportunities for higher education. Alas, grandfather was a heavy smoker and succumbed to lung cancer at 67 years old.

After we finish paying respects to grandfather, the rest of us will head uphill to my uncle’s grave whilst my mom will detour to pay respects to my maternal grandparents. My deceased uncle passed away at a very, very young age (can’t remember exactly… younger than 5?) and interestingly at his grave, the usual offerings of roast chicken and wine are substituted with colourful biscuits and titbits. 

When all is done, we double up home before the midday sun strikes. Cold drinks and sweet juicy watermelon are very welcomed as we take turns to shower. All of us will then enjoy a satiable lunch at a comfortable restaurant, catching up, sharing stories and laughter.

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I appreciate Chinese traditions like Qing Ming festival thus Kelvin Tong’s film struck a chord in me. In addition to respecting religious customs, his film serves as a reminder to appreciate the presence of our family members amidst our busy schedule… every week a family goes through a repeat of appointments – parents need to work while children attend school and swimming/CCA lessons and meet friends – when we finally gather, even if it’s a half-day affair of visiting the cemetery, do cherish the time together!

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Ending this post with a picture with Royston Tan, the man behind 7 letters! On the left is Boo Junfeng. Good thing we were dressed appropriately for the event...





Friday, July 10, 2015

Hello cute lil' one :)

For the first time in my life I had a most vivid dream of my baby girl!

It was daytime. I walked into our master bedroom and there she was, my baby girl, lying on her back on our bed, draped in the pink silk bedsheet we put on on our wedding day. She was dressed in a white/pinkish one-piece and moving her tiny arms and legs. I leaned over her, supporting myself on the bed with my right elbow. She sensed me nearing, gave me eye contact and opened her cute lil’ mouth at the same time. Oh I remember baby girl’s beautiful eyes – they were big with single eyelids. 

And then  I cooed to her.


2 more months! J

Thursday, June 18, 2015

At this particular point of time...

Likes:
- last night's home cooked dinner (toufu with minced meat really tasted like mom's + tomato rice + accidental white radish with pork ribs soup)




Dislikes:
- my office chair
- my almost coming to 2 year LG G2 is starting to hang occasionally


Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Random pic

I remember this picture. It was Sunday, July 22, 2012.

That morning, my family and I went topatronize Wendy's that had newly opened at Century Square. We have a fond memory dining at Wendy's cos when we went to visit my dad at HK many eons ago, he'd bring us to try their "fragrant burgers". However, apparently the SG outlets failed to bring over what the brand is well known for.

Anyway, I recall turning around and saw this span of clear glass window that opened up to the green bushes whose leaves looked like they were enjoying the suntan under the radiant sunshine.

Beautiful sight!

Saturday, May 16, 2015

CNY 2015 at Rengam

Long overdue post as the cousin holding on onto the SD card with his camera only just forwarded me the pictures last week, and only after my 3rd reminder.



Not more than 35 photos were taken in all.

Is this how future CNY at my maternal grandmother's is going to turn out? Underwhelming, numbers dwindling, uneventful?

To be fair, it was only right (in a traditional Chinese manner) that the daughters (i.e. my aunties) spend the first 2 days of CNY with their spouses' family. Another of our cousins couldn't join us too as he was heavily involved in shooting for a production. But it was made up by a couple of new additions - my youngest Uncle had remarried and along with his life partner a well-behaved young girl was introduced into the family. Of course, not forgetting this is the first time that Cells finally got to see quaint old Rengam, the railway station and hear first hand from my dad about the town's history and their growing up years.

How could we forget the celebratory fireworks set off from the park just in front of the house - that just get bigger and more extravagant year on year - bursting into flowers, hearts and colourful shapes in so close proximity? That's one of Cell's favourites... reminiscent of that memorable last night at Darling Harbour! :)






















Attendance alone does not equate directly to the meaning of CNY but it's simple that more people means more boisterous, laughter and food. Am glad that despite meeting so seldomly every year, the cousins and us seem no less unfamiliar with one another - indulging in the usual CNY goodies, gambling, or just plain chilling on the sofa (with eyes focused on their individual phones -_-). Feel more blessed that Grandma is healthy and her luck and aura at the mahjong table have not diminished a single bit!

Wishing for more members to join us for CNY! :) Grandma already warned me that she wants to distribute one more angbao to us next year...



Sunday, May 03, 2015

Happy Birthday Mom!

My family is a picky lot when it comes to food and I was glad my parents complimented the quality of the dishes at Swatow.

Happy meal and happy smiles!

Thursday, April 02, 2015

Punctured car tyre

On a recent weekday night at about half past eleven, my dad called and asked me for help. My brother who had just ended work couldn’t drive home as one of the tyres had punctured. He doesn’t have tyre-changing experience neither did we want to spend on a tow truck or on-site service.

Thus I grabbed a torchlight, put on bright and comfy dri-fit shirt, went to the toilet first before picking up my dad with blackie. My dad was even more prepared – he brought along the car manual (though I believe should have been kept in the car), a pack of wet tissue and a huge torchlight. Fortunately my bro’s office is just a 10 min drive and we reached in no time.

So my dad put on his Platoon Sergeant hat and began barking instructions e.g. where to place the jack, which tool to loosen the tyre nuts yada yada. To our surprise the tyre nuts were super duper secure and my bro and I took nine bulls and two tigers’ strength to loosen all 5 of them! My bro did most of the hands-on voluntarily and I was glad my prior experience at being a vehicle mechanic myself came in really handy (pun unintended) – for e.g. to tighten the tyre nuts in a ‘star’ manner; to lower down the vehicle before securing the tyre nuts; how to lift the tyre to be fitted onto the axle. In addition, I found myself emphasizing on safety aspects such as body posture and making sure the socket fits snuggly onto the nut. After everything was checked and tools kept in the boot, we wiped our brows and cleaned up our soiled hands and knees. My dad thanked me and we returned separately. It was less than an hour from the time I left and came home.

After I showered and lied on my bed, some thoughts gathered… I was glad I was readily available to provide help when my family needed. During my NS, I’ve changed tyres of land rovers and 5 tonners by myself but never of a sedan and along the road – it was actually also a learning experience for me as the job was completed with just three tools. My other revelation is that national service had taught me a highly relevant skill (which would also give me an upper hand at my first job, I would later find out). I’m sure if I were posted to be a say medic, signaller or combat engineer I would have picked up other skills too, but still I feel I wouldn’t swap my unit for another. On top of learning the technical know-how, the hands on experience and immersion in a workshop environment allowed me to better appreciate the blood, sweat and toil the workers at construction sites, shipyards, factories and workshops put in day in, day out. I’m glad I had the opportunities to be exposed to the external environment rather than cooped up behind a LCD monitor in an artificially cooled room.

Back to tyre changing… I could remember only one other time we came across a flat tyre and that was in Rengam when I was very young… perhaps lower sec or younger. My dad was reversing our Toyota Corolla when the back wheel went into a gutter, suffering a deep puncture as a result. It was very late at night and there was no help within walking distance even if we needed. To add on, there were no street lamps and thankfully my dad kept an emergency light (with a long wire) that ran on the in-car cigarette lighter in the glove compartment. At that time, all of us were young and feeble and couldn’t really help with the manual tasks… except to hold on to the light and focus on whatever my dad was busy with. Hahaha, next up is a funny episode we still laugh about nowadays – when finally the new tyre had been fitted on, we needed to move the back wheel out of the gutter. My dad asked my mom to steer while he pushed from behind. The car didn’t budge an inch. So my dad asked my mom to step on the accelerator while all of us will push.

We huffed and puffed… and still the car wouldn’t budge! “Step all the way down liao,” my mom bellowed from the driver’s seat, explaining she’s doing it correctly, even confirming it was the accelerator pedal she’s stepping on and not the other. 

Puzzled, my dad went to the front to check it out for himself. He discovered that my mom hadn’t even turned on the car engine!!! Gua gua gua… HAHAHA we laughed and laughed along the empty road and in the middle of the night. Our foreheads drizzled with perspiration and eyes tired from the squinting in the dark, we finally got the car up and running and headed to our uncle's place for a good night's of rest.

#familymemories

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