Sunday, 21 October 2018

Farewell Our Beloved and Beautiful Mrs. G




My beloved grandma passed away on Sunday the 14th of October. She was the greatest, most virtuous, and compassionate woman I have ever encountered. I will always consider it an utmost honour and blessing to be her grandchild. I believe I have an obligation to my grandma and the greatness in which she lived to share the transcript of my eulogy as a means to inspire others. 

Farewell Mrs. G who I love more than I love my own life. 





Thua Ba Ngoai, 


Good morning family and friends,

Thank you all for your attendance in honouring the extraordinary life of my grandma, or Mrs. G, as she is colloquially known. My name is Alex, Ba Ky, and I am one of my grandma’s many grandchildren. Over the 92 years of her life my grandma was an empathetic friend, a compassionate companion and a selfless mother who was widowed at the age of 42 and consequently, entirely responsible for each and every future of her 11 children. 

While still devastated by the passing of her husband, she oversaw the migration of her children from the bleak and horrific repercussions of the Vietnam War, enabling my aunties and uncles to flee the corruption and looming mortality of her homeland. Under such circumstances she was simultaneously forced to abandon her two younger siblings, whom she had been a role model for and the caretaker of. Upon her arrival in Australia she was able to yet again establish a sense of stability for her children afresh, despite the confrontations of a foreign culture and its blatant isolation. 

Given all the challenges and hindrances, my grandma has spent a long, meaningful life dedicated to the good of others. Her lavish generosity and commitment to charity has inspired and relieved countless individuals directly and indirectly affected by the causes she wholeheartedly supported. I remember my sister and I being picked up from primary school with my grandma in the front seat and a boot full of pigeons she had purchased to be freed at the temple. 

Her determination for us to release the birds together was a noble, virtuous objective to evoke and nurture the compassion within her grandchildren, as she would aspire to do on any occasion with her family and strangers alike. 

My grandma was a light-hearted, social, and sharp individual. When she came to realise the word ‘grandma’ was a direct reference to herself in the frivolous conversations between my cousins and I, I had to take it upon myself to confer on our beloved grandma the interchangeable titles of Mrs. G and G. Mrs. I would not be surprised, however, if she had secretly caught onto these ones, too. It is an abundant privilege to be loved by my grandma. Just as it was a privilege to observe her as she went about her daily routine and rituals. 

She was a person of very specific taste and preference. Despite her diabetes she acquired a slight addiction for Turkish Delight chocolates, while her impeccable style and grace may, to a certain extent, be attributed to an unwavering loyalty to Millers, Noni B, and the colour purple. She was a beacon of light and life in every facet of her being. My grandma’s presence is especially eminent here, in the fact that she has quite literally peopled the entire room. This, I believe, is a monumental accomplishment in and of itself. 

As such, her influence in the world has far outreached her homeland; her contributions to our society are ubiquitous and universal with her descendants engaged in the diverse and distinctive fields of Science, Law, Business, Medicine, Creative Arts and Philosophy. Her sacrifices have been fundamental to the successes of my relatives and I; they have facilitated the foundations through which we have been able to thrive to our fullest and greatest potentials. 

Her footprints are vast, boundless, and the embodiment of an audacity unbeknown to those of us who live in predictable comfort. After nearly a century of turbulent hardships and bitter obstacles, my grandma’s bravery has truly and clearly surpassed the perceived limitations of our mortal, fleeting existence. Our achievements, whether conventional or substantial, professional or personal, are the fruition of this unyielding resilience and optimism from a single, courageous woman. 

It is for this reason that I had dedicated my life’s greatest triumph to date, being the publication of my debut book, to my grandma. Her nurturing, tenacious, assiduous, and compassionate natures and their impacts towards her family were and will ultimately remain infinitely immeasurable. 

If the whole world had known my grandma the way I do, the whole world would be mourning with us today. If I can say something to my grandma, who I believe is here and present, I would recite, as I have heard from Buddhist Scriptures and Kinh Phat: 

Con va that ca moi nguoi xin cam on Ba Ngoai cho nhung su hy sinh vo luong, va nhung dieu dong gop cao thuong cua Ba Ngoai o cuoc doi nay. 


Con khong khoc khi ao con cai hoa trang vi trong hoa con thay ngoai con cuoi. 

Thursday, 10 May 2018

I'M ON GOOGLE!!!!!




I JUST FOUND OUT THAT GOOGLE NOW RECOGNISES ME AS AN AUTHOR AND I AM VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY HAPPY AND VERY VERY VERY VERY PROUD ABOUT IT THANK YOU VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY MUCH GOOGLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sunday, 18 March 2018

Extract from 'BARBARITY': Restoring Restlessness On The Walnut Ward

From the delicate vase we draw our flowers 
Rotten by nature
The pronunciation of death is never quiet 
But soggy
On the outskirts of capitalism 
The difference between coke and coke is a capital C
To render you crazy

A devil speaks in the hall of props
Who are stiff because they are young
For coercion is hard to decipher
The untamed hair
Framing earlobes and the eardrum
Pondering people
With the penetration of observation: is there cracking
Between face

And lobe 
Nurture bias before the smirk erupts on tiny lips
Divert attention
Onto another part
Lest the lobes refuse to cease
The will of wandering eyes
Dangling at ferocious angles
As if to corrupt the balance of a crooked nose

Crooked teeth come complimentary
How obscene            
What a scene where the wealthy sit
Unleashing gas
Through their cracks
Trickling upon your taste buds: 
Deposits of competence

Down the throat like a Strepsil 
Like a clogged waterslide
Slippery drought, dry tsunami knock on wood
Except that of a casket
For celebration 
Cite fireworks
Or the firecrackers as they say
When the particles of your brain
Slap against the alfresco 

Freshly expired
Feel the fractured skin cracking, crippling with age
Like cornflakes not even crunchy 
Deprived of youth, aka the juice of seduction, aka not a solid
Aka liquid aka the milk
The violation of youth 
Aka
Reloading

Tuesday, 20 February 2018

Extract from 'BARBARITY': Where Shit is Flung

Extort opportunity from the fledging companions 
Who haven’t the means to house themselves
Nor the capacity to forge  
Their standing 
On the spectrum of occupation
Exploitation is unquestionable 
Of the democracy there is restriction  
Enforced by the privileged 
In the name of equality

Does the such even exist
When the affluent shut their doors
Heavy and prejudiced
Into the faces of beggars
Dirty with desperation 
A horror for shielded utopians 
Shun the suffering of the external world
With material affirmations of honour 
Fragility peels underneath

The injustice of malnourished personality 
Begging for moral support
Scorn at the helpless  
Elicit devastation from heads of the calculating
A migraine 
Of no return
A flopping success
Experience informs the decision of inclusion
The criteria on which the assumption 

That efficiency is given
An expectation
Has flourished the notion of the ordinary
The affectation of which reserves some leftovers of sad
Bitter nature
Utopia must be exclusive 
From virgin citizens  
To the chosen one
Do not disturb the systems of snobbery

Friday, 29 December 2017

Extract from 'BARBARITY': On Bourke Street

The blue sky is a forlorn face
With fleeting frowns of grey smoke
Cigarettes smudge under expensive soles
Hungry seagulls await their donation 
Patient like homeless men

A pigeon exploits of a tree its nest
Like humans build 
Of those boxes of concrete 
Their opulent homes
Trees dispel their leaves
Like angry mothers
Abandoning their young

Two street musicians
Busking on a busy track
Heads askew 
A burden on unhinged shoulders
Untamed hair 
Obeys ferociously
The dictation of the wind

Distressed clothing
Unclean boots, untied laces
Fresh- shaven faces
A thirst for beer

Gold and silver currency
Shimmer under the generous sun
Lie scattered atop 
The red velvet lining
Of a yawning guitar suitcase

A mobile audience
Judgmental and restless 
Affluent men forging their influence 
Bourke Street or Wall Street
Finders, keepers, capital rules 

People who charge after trams
People who flee from them
People who enter and exit the mall
Tall men with short character
Short men with short tempers

A folk with a fedora 
Struggles to assimilate 
Into a hatless crowd 
People who people the city
For the city’s sake

Uniform buildings
Primitive architecture 
Black and white flags
Flung in the air
Claim their territory 
For David Jones

One musician takes a break
The other goes on solo 
An autopilot
Stomps his feet
To the rhythm of silence avoided

The retired musician 
Surveys his assembly
He sends his hand to the forefront
An umbrella for his eyes
Saluting the sun

Upon Bourke Street
Satisfaction lies 
But within 
The red velvet premises

'The Blind Man's Meal' by Pablo Picasso (1903)

'The Blind Man's Meal' by Pablo Picasso (1903)