As long as society keeps chasing


Forgetting their values

I feel like all my words, my voice

My actions

Mean nothing

Because collective consciousness

Works collectively

But I continue regardless

Because I have hope in finding those who believe in change

In compassion, kindness


Because that’s the only reality

I can live with


30th july 2016



When I was getting my robes sorted, I chatted with The Lady who was pinning the purple hood securely onto the robe. 

“Are you nervous?” asked The Lady.

“Not really. I’m quite calm but excited,” I replied.

“That’s good!”

“I just hope I don’t trip on the stage,” I playfully added.

“Oh yes, that’s the most important thing. Don’t trip and everything else will be fine!”

Of course, those words aren’t verbatim, as I don’t often remember each word of a conversation and I’m trying to write differently. But yes, that’s the gist of it. That Lady was lovely and I got to meet her again when I returned my robes after the ceremony. She remembered me and asked how it went and if I tripped or not. And I said no, thank goodness!




Tutting is a style of dance that creates angular poses with one’s arms and/or fingers, bending the joints to 90 degree angles. The difficulty lies in performing such poses to the beat of the music. It’s an extension of the robotic type of dance and one can also include popping and locking for versatility. The combination of tutting, animation, popping and locking produces amazing visual effects that I just can’t get enough of.

This video shows just the very basic of what it is. It’s not grand, of course, but I had fun learning and doing it. It’s important to know the basics and keep on practising to achieve the level of spontaneity that I quite envy. The more I learn about tutting, the more I realise that technique is just a minor part of it. One has to ‘let go’ and let the music move oneself. To master dancing, I believe, is to master the art of not thinking. I’m sure that that can be applied to basically any art form.




I am not a footie or even a fan, but because I have a brother who is obsessed with Manchester United, we drove 2 hours to Manchester from Newcastle to visit Old Trafford. We browsed the museum and went on the stadium tour. It was nice learning a bit about the history. I was particularly fascinated by the memorabilia in the museum such as the handwritten letters, the flyers, the newspapers, and the tickets. The old things, basically.

We also visited Newcastle United’s stadium the day before at St James’ Park, but we did not go on a tour — not sure if there was one. I daresay it was enough to appreciate the stadium from the outside. But really, I think Abang was just trying so hard not to switch his allegiance. :p


This is a little poem, if you can call it so, materialised amidst the situation regarding Black Lives and the Corrupt System as a whole. This may seem unusual for a seemingly naive, reserved, whatever-it-is-you-may-describe-me to come up with this but I can say that I have been covertly learning about this whole media propaganda, corporate control, federal reserve system, and a little bit of everything related to how the powerful people (Rockefeller, Rothschild, Morgan, Warburg) are controlling the masses to establish some sort of new world order. This is not out of the blue.

I may be entirely wrong. I may be crazy. Heck, I may be “brainwashed” to think about this “nonsense”. But I have read, observed and learnt enough to realise that there is something fishy going on. And my curiosity is only heightened with every information I encounter. Sometimes, it’s so blindingly obvious and yet this is not something that people talk about. That is not surprising considering how many people binge watch The Kardashians or whatever reality TV shows there are nowadays. 

And I want to talk about it more. I want people to talk about it with me more. Why? Because it matters. Because we are in a system whereby most people are not happy with. But most of us only complain and do nothing, including myself. Yes, I know that most do not completely understand the situation nor have the time to learn. That’s why we need to help each other, no? 

Be the positive change you want to see in this world, they say. And I guess that’s what I am trying to do. And this “poem” is the first step of my putting it out there — the ice breaker — so that the next time I write anything about this, I would have a bit more confidence in sharing. This may not be perfect, this may not make much sense, this may sound so very weird, but it’s a product of what my brain has become and what my heart is reaching out to. Take it or leave it.




Blackbird, black sheep, black lives

The colour black has been socially constructed to represent

Isolation, depression, rebellion



Black is an absence of colour — justified.

Blackbirds tend to be solitary — justified.

Black sheep the occasional recessive gene — justified.

Black lives a picture of slavery and uncouthness — justified.


But you don’t see

How black fills itself with all the light in the world

Its soul full of colours

You can’t see

Because you see with your eyes and not with your hearts.


And you don’t hear

The blackbird’s sweet melodies

Because you’d rather listen to 

The big media

Spewing hatred and propaganda.


You don’t know

That recessive doesn’t mean


It only means distinct

And perhaps

It is better to be different than just a sheep.


And you don’t remember

That slavery was (is) man-made


To justify growth


Forgetting that black, white, yellow, brown

We will all be buried in the ground.


Until we begin to see the unseen

Until we tune in to the right sound

Until we think and learn

Until we take action

Black will just be black.


11th july 2016