Friday, May 31, 2013

Photos from Kintamani

In the outer Calderon of  Mt Batur

Volcanic rock - Very unlike the other landscapes of Bali


Mt Batur behind us
The north coast of Bali

North coast

Roger

Hati hati - Be careful

Voyeur of some motorbikies

Batur from Kintamani - note smoke coming out of the mountain

Another of Batur...

Batur and the Outer Caldera

Road on Kintamani

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Pecha Kucha

When did you stop dancing?
When did you stop singing?
When did you stop telling stories?
When did you stop practicing silence?



Pecha Kucha is a presentation format of 20 slides of 20 seconds each - almost a fast paced version of TED talks. Last night I had the opportunity to attend a Pecha Kucha Night at the Betelnut in Ubud, hosted by the co-working space Hubud. There were six speakers talking on education, mental health, identity and human development.

The four questions at the top are four questions that were posed by the first speaker of the night - who's name I can't quite remember - talking about personal development and theatre. The art of theatre translates into life skills: the ability to tell stories, to be creative, to be confident - just to name a few. It is interesting and quite ironic that in order to create a character that is authentic and genuine, one has to reflect on their own selves and lives, and perhaps paradoxically, this in turn allows people to get in touch with who they really are and develop self awareness.

Dancing, singing, telling stories, and being silent are all methods that express creativity and encourage self reflection. When the dancing, singing, stories and silence dries up, creativity and reflection also stops, and people find themselves lost and unaware of their identity.

So the point is to dance, sing, tell your own stories, practice silence, and act. Be creative with your own identity.

Another speaker on the night was a man named Ehon Chan, talking about a project called "Soften the F*ck Up".

With ma homie Ehon


I had originally seen his presentation and campaign on TEDxMacquarie a few months ago and so, watching him again - live this time - was quite interesting.

His campaign is directed at Australian men, who are constantly told to "harden the f*ck up", and not given the option of being weak, we are told that there is no excuse not to be "hard" and "man". As a result, there is a growing suicide rate in Australian men. The campaign aims to take away the idea of "manning up" and normalizing the idea that it is okay to be sad - because it really is.

It is a great campaign that you should all be a part of, you can see more on http://softenthefckup.com.au/

Start the difficult conversations today.

M


Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Rain and Liberation

For the past three days, Bali has been unpredictable weather-wise. In the morning, the sky will be so clear that you can see the volcanoes in the distance, but storms have been arriving in the afternoons, bringing lightning, thunder, and heavy rain - resulting in roads and school footpaths flooding.

Rain tends to dampen my mood. I've never liked getting little droplets of water on me and being half wet. It was always nothing or everything for me. And yet, the rain that has fallen on Bali in the past three days has been almost majestic - A real showing of the power of nature.

Yesterday I had to supervise some kids in a mud pit. Needless to say, I ended up with mud stains on my clothes and skin (hope it washes out).

Today I decided to embrace the rain. I stood in the middle of the oval and opened my arms and welcomed the heavy drops of water falling onto my face and soaking my clothes. I ran and cartwheeled and played football and frisbee (Wednesday afternoon fun times), sliding around barefoot. By the end of it I was soaked through and through and felt completely liberated from whatever apprehensions I had of rain beforehand. I felt like I could be Gene Kelly if I had an umbrella in hand.

Every time I do something that I normally wouldn't do, I feel more and more liberated and more and more adventurous.

In other news, I'm taking a drama/improv/public-speaking class for a few lessons in about two weeks. Any tips/suggestions/advice?

Cheers,

M

Monday, May 13, 2013

Mother's Day



**So I thought I would know what to write when I opened this page... But now I realise that whatever words I had in mind aren't really enough to convey my gratitude and sentiment regarding my mum.

My mum is a battler. She is my hero. I remember being in preschool and going to Wonderland before it closed down. I watched as my mum sat on the huge Viking boat that went upside down and spun around and thought that she was so strong and amazing to be able to do that. As I grow older, I realise more and more that she isn't as flawless or as strong as I thought she was when I was younger, but these flaws and weaknesses make me appreciate her even more. They tell me that she is a person too, and not just someone who cooks, works and cleans. It makes me glad that she can trust me enough to share her bad days with me, share jokes with me and tell me that she misses me. I salute my mum for everything she has done for me, my sister, and my family. I can guarantee that she has been more than one person can be expected to be. But more than that, I love my mum for being the person that she is. Loving, leading and serving.

I know that I've made my mum shed tears... hopefully more of joy than sadness. I know that I haven't made things easy for her in the past few years, but I hope that I can give back the love and care that she gave to me since the day I was born.

And now, as I spend my first Mother's Day away from my mother, I realise how much I miss her. As I spent a few days two weeks ago sick with the flu, the only thing I could think of was the fact that I missed my mum and wished she was by my bed, caring for me. At that point I thought of all the times she had done exactly that, and I had been comforted when I was in pain.



I wish I could give my mum flowers today, I wish I could have made her breakfast and made her tea. I wish I could have cooked or bought dinner for this beautiful, under-appreciated woman who has raised me every day, to this day. But all that I can do is wish.

It's not fair that only one day out of three hundred and sixty five is spent in appreciation of the one person who spends three hundred and sixty five days concerned about you and caring for you - no matter how old you are. We really should try to be thankful, loving and gracious to our mothers more often.

Behind every great person is a great mother. Happy mother's day.

**This was meant to be posted yesterday, but due to my current internet situation, I had to settle for today...

Saturday, May 11, 2013

3 Days in Nusa Lembongan

This week a new intern came into the school, so I decided to show him around to some of the lesser travelled areas of the school.

Spring water pool that you can swim in, by the river.

Ayung River Rapids

Minang bridge connecting the Green School with the Bamboo Village

As Thursday was a national holiday, we had the opportunity to take a long weekend off travelling around Bali. Our destination ended up being a small island only 9 km south east of Bali - Nusa Lembongan. The "Nusa" Islands are a trio - Nusa Penida, the largest; Nusa Lembongan, the closest to Bali; and Nusa Ceningan, the smallest.

Jungut Batu Beach, Nusa Lembongan

The main industry in Nusa Lembongan, somewhat surprisingly is seaweed farming, which is used for cosmetics, emulsifiers, agar and stuff like that. Seeing piles of seaweed lying on the side of almost every road is definitely interesting, but it's not always pleasant smelling.

The people of Lembongan use woven baskets to transport seaweed from farms to drying areas.

At low tide, the seaweed farms can be seen in the distance.
Despite this, the water surrounding all three islands is crystal clear and filled with amazing coral formations and tropical fish. I was lucky enough to scuba dive off the coast of Nusa Penida and while I don't have photos of that, I can tell you that it was absolutely mind blowing. The islands are also a popular sighting ground for Manta Rays and Mola Mola (Sunfish), although I didn't see any on my dives.

On the second day there, after the dive, we explored the Island and Nusa Ceningan. Nusa Ceningan is connected to Nusa Lembongan via a rickety yellow suspension bridge - which does not feel safe, although the locals assured us that it was fine. Nusa Ceningan is a lot higher than Nusa Lembongan and as a result you can see the island and past it all the way to Bali and the towering Mt Agung (3000+m)

Roger at the top of Nusa Ceningan

View of Mt Agung and the Nusa Lembongan main road

We also went on a mangrove tour and saw some weird sea snake things and starfish and stuff like that. Then, we went about the local village areas and had a look at buildings...........

Seaweed farming

Our Mangrove guide - Ketut

A Starfish that we found in the mangrove delta

A mustache?

Agung and the beachwalk

And finally, Nusa Lembongan is known for its spectacular sunsets... and it didn't disappoint. I know that it's criminal to have too many sunset photos in one post, but hey, I'm a smooth criminal. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jjOQac1vOEc Really cool.)










Well that's all for today. Enjoy. Adios.

Monday, May 6, 2013

On appreciating the olfactory sense


When God created man, He gave humankind five blessings to experience the beautiful world He created: Sight, to experience pangs of colour, texture and the way light dances and bounces off objects; Hearing, to experience voice, music, and calls of nature; Touch, in order to feel smoothness or roughness, softness or hardness; Taste, to experience bitterness, sweetness, saltiness and sourness; and Smell, to experience pungency, longing, and familiarity. 


At the Green School, Roger and I were given a project to test the extraction of plant essential oils with alcohol, to see if the Year 8 kids could perform an experiment making tinctures from various plants in the medicinal garden. Throughout this process we collected lemongrass, ginger flowers, mint leaves and basil leaves and soaked them individually in alcohol, leaving them covered in the sun for a few days. Upon opening the beakers, there was an overwhelming and unmistakeable scent of the four plants in the room.

The experiment gave me time and motivation to ponder upon the olfactory sense. I had read a book for school in 2011 called Perfume: the Story of a Murderer by Patrick Süskind, which was essentially about a young man born with a remarkably adept sense of smell, and yet without a personal smell himself. As a result, Grenouille is not regarded as a human by others around him (they are not consciously aware of his scentlessness). 

The olfactory sense is most understated. 

While it is possibly the most primal sense, it is also the most sophisticated. The sense of smell is neurologically connected with parts of the brain responsible for memory and sentiment.

Hence the smell of rain on dry ground will change the mood of many people as they subconsciously remember the first time they smelt that smell. If the memory was a happy one, the smell would make someone feel good and happier. Likewise, a bad or indifferent memory would reflect accordingly.

I remember when I first stepped into Neutral Bay Public School at the tender age of five, and walked into the kindergarten classroom. There was a distinct smell of freshly packed sandwiches in the room. I still remember the smell to this day, and whenever I smell the particular scent, I am reminded of the times I spent watching videos and building blocks in kindergarten.

People are only recently beginning to fully appreciate and understand the effects of smell on people. Some companies are using smell marketing to create a brand scent or use subtle scents to make stores more enticing (i.e. the smell of popcorn). By playing at a subconscious level, these companies appeal to the distant memories of potential customers. Smart. 

Bali, especially Ubud and surrounding rural areas, is somewhat an assault on the senses. The intensity of colour in market hawker stalls during the day, and occasional fires by night, the constant drumming twenty four hours a day, gamelan practices and bell ringing, the caution that is needed on every footpath to make sure you don’t fall into surging drains, the variety of different tasting Nasi Gorengs at every warung, and of course, the smells of sweat, incense and food mingled with the smell of rainforest carried down by the wind. In combination, these things form the vision of what Bali is, both culturally and physically, and the sensory overload is something that one must become accustomed to.

As I continue with the experiment in extracting oils for perfumery, I'll share my olfactory findings with you.

Sunsets on the Beach

It might come as a surprise to you to know that this year was the first time I had seen a sunset over the beach (in memory). Of course, living in Sydney, I had the opportunity to watch many sunrises over the ocean, but never had the chance to see a sunset. Here are some photographs from the past week (or two).

Kuta Beach last week

Kuta Beach last week

Roger and Victoria at Kuta Beach this week

Roger and Victoria at Kuta Beach this week

Rice fields near the house in the evening 

Somebody likes Zelda #triforce

Palm trees...


Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Sick and tired.

Sick and tired. Sick and tired. Sick and tired.

I'm sick and I'm tired, and I don't mean that in any English metaphorical way. Yesterday morning I woke up to a throat that had been assaulted by sandpaper throughout the night (this time purely metaphorical). I got up and got a glass of orange juice. It was off.

I could live with that. It was just orange juice after all, and it didn't really pain me to not have a glass of juice in the morning. The rest of the day followed as per usual: 7:30 pick up, making roller coasters with year 8s, trying to watch some video lectures, catching up with Rutger (who got in a motorbike accident on Saturday) and so on.

Whatever ailment/affliction/infection/sickness/illness/virus/disease/epidemic I had kicked in around lunchtime. Cue drowsiness, nausea and grogginess. Cue unprecedented desire to go home (that is Sydney) and sleep knowing that someone would be watching out for me.

I don't know if the hippie-ness of Ubud has gotten to me, but for some reason I decided that I would let this illness pass naturally, without any pharmaceutical products like panadol or ibuprofen etc...

If only I could reverse that decision now.

I woke up this morning at 4 in the morning...

http://www.ted.com/talks/rives_on_4_a_m.html (Watch this if you like poetry slam and generally pretty funny things).

Albeit only for a little while, but it was the first poor nights sleep I have had in Bali. You know those days where you wake up and your whole body doesn't even feel like it's yours? Where it feels like your body is set in aeroplane jelly and every movement is laboured and unrealistically slow? That was this morning. And the pain in my head upon sitting up was more than intense. As I write this blog right now, there is still a dull thud in my head that leaves me feeling groggy.

Needless to say, I didn't go into school today, instead sleeping and lying down for all but 5 hours of the day.
I diagnosed myself this morning with the flu. A strain yet unknown to me, but one that I have overheard induces body ache and vomiting.

Possibly the worst flu I have ever had in memory.

Or maybe just the first one I have had without the care and attention of my mother.