赢

怎样才算赢？战胜自己。for rui en. who is 28 this yr

Peace and Joy be with You, Rui En

shoot your fears down, rui en. pierce through them with wisdom, self-understanding and compassion. when you go at them, they will dissipate like an empty image in the air. like the movie image against the white wall, they are unreal. like the tv pixels that make up your face, they are unreal. peace n joy be with you. you are already beautiful.

The Hed Chef

smart, beautiful and funny!

Rui En

Havent really been interested in mediacorp channel 8 tv since it was sbc. Soulless, skilless, tacky, self-concious acting rules the screen. dont even know the names and faces of any new actors since 10 years ago. but that day, some time ago - was it tv mobile? was it a frens place, or perchance my own home - a glimpse of Rui Ren. I didnt know who she was, didnt know what show it was. but something in her held my eye. A simplicity, a truth to her acting. An integrity. a Heart. An earnest honesty. A quiet strength. A vulnerablity. A quality of searching for the realness of the moment, and not the put-on caricatures that passes for emotion and characterization in most of our tv.
And of course, she was also sweet and beautful! I was riveted, and i didnt even know what i was i watching. later i found out her name is Rui En.

patience

lama zopa rinpoche:

"if i get angry or upset, what's the point of all the practice i've been doing? if i can't practice patience, why have i recited all these mantras? what's been the purpose of my having met the buddhadharma? what have all my retreats and prayers been for? if i don't practice patience, why am i doing all this?"

i am wukong

can't you tell that i m wukong? (who am i speaking to?)

not becos im transformable 72 ways
not becos i can leap more than the letter T in a single bound
not becos the cloud is my persian carpet and not becos i am ancient beyond nations
not becos i beat up demons
not becos i am born of the motherlode
not becos my golden rod grows and grows
and shrinks and shrinks - at will
not becos i have ingested the peach of undigestible immortality
not becos i am a literate monkey
and king of the the hills, earth and heavens

but becos i have a headache
wrapped around my mind

this pride this anger this
nothing that came from nothing
thinking it was really something

and so im 悟空 until i 悟空

what else should my life's work be

the invisible is around me all the time

this pride
this anger
this violence
this agression

what else should my life's work be
but to sooth them into nothingness

first
to give them visibility
make them show themselves
earlier

then
to catch their budding roots

the tsunami is not the wave at the end
crashing the shores
but the birthing undercurrent
still time and space away