Category: Photojournal
Shakespearean English, unless spoken at plays, sounds like bad English in our times. Modern English, unless spoken in our times,…
Here is an analysis of the poll question ‘Should All Taking the Three Refuges Commit to the Five Precepts Too?’…
Pic: Dharma Hall at Kong Meng San After lunch, just before the next round of the Pureland retreat recitation, I…
Received my cert for the MA in Buddhist Studies in the mail recently. Ironically, it reminded me of how little…
The only dialogues I found interesting in ‘Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist’ are as below. I wished there was an…
When I walked along Orchard Road early this evening, while there was still daylight, the newly added decorative frosted glass…
The billboard in the photo seems to be that of a distorted beer bottle, which blurly reflects the traffic… which…
When a child, a joyride is always too short, somewhat a ‘blue’ ride too. When grown up, do your ‘joyrides’…
If only the winds can chime and carry the name of Amituofo But it takes the compassionate to be mindful…
In the movie ‘Minority Report’, the featured world of the near future is such that wherever you go to, your…
Great still above from ‘Little Miss Sunshine’ with wonderful colours and composition. (I snapped this off the TV while preparing…
Pic: Pureland Retreat at Dharma Drum Singapore Sometimes, you don’t really need a meditation cushion. Sometimes, you don’t really need…
The stray cat that is more fretful of uncertainty than free of all suffering reminds me that… we are all…
Photo: On Nicoll Highway, while strolling to a bus-stop after Coldplaying The Buddhadharma is… a path lit with smaller lamps…
On Monday this week, though it was a working day, we made sure we left home hands-free of any baggage,…
Are you in the shadows or are you a silhouette on the brink of illumination?
Lamp light A midnight sun One is not enough to pierce the darkness of space Dharma light An eternal sun…
So many fine films watched. So little time to review them all. Looking at scribbled notes some time later, I…
When my wallpaper is the Buddha, is when my notebook becomes my shrine, at which I mindfully make Dharma offerings……
Worldly glowing nights Bleakly burning lights Ghostly flitting sights (St. Andrew’s Cathedral’s spire almost a moonpointer)
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