| August 2001 |
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| Wednesday, 1st How a wonderful feeling to be trusted by my own father and given a little opportunity to ease his heavy load a bit! Thanks, Daddy! |
| Thursday, 2nd Don't know what they are, but first time having so many thousands of flying insects sticking on my face, my hair and my shirt. Eeeew...... [goosebumps!] It was late in the afternoon. People on the streets were covering their faces with kleenex; some of them even masked themselves with the collar of their shirts. I heard the "flying things" were bred along the coast. So is a storm supposed to be comin' up? Please tell me, meteorologists. [Later, Ah Yum told me that they were "alphids".] |
| Friday, 3rd Tic Tac Toronto - AGO Dark roots and an ancient trunk on canvas, like one's hidden veins and guts. Art reveals the deepest of a soul; the rocky paths and the saturated shadows are to one's joys and blues. I wish to immerse myself in the lavish vision of an artist, whose passions are expressed through choices of tinges and strokes, or told at the sharpened edge of a chisel. |
| Saturday, 4th He hasn't known God yet, but I often pray for him. This time, he's going through a tough time, and so I will go on praying for him. But I haven't been brave enough to tell him that I will. |
| Sunday, 5th I gave myself a break today, and did something that I delighted in. After considering all different designs I could imagine, I finally made a "WE Cross Journal" of my own style! It's orange in the front with a logo drawn with my own favourate colours, French blue on the back with a rough picture Aralechan (in Dr. Slump) sketched with my crude skills, and yellow on the side 'cause it goes well with the blue. I tried to make it look like a "hard cover" and became too protective to start writing on it. It breaks my heart to see tiny little creases on its surface! And I can't help giving it a glance of satistfaction once in a while, to delight in the memories of the process and the moment when it was finally called "made". Creating it turns into loving it more than anything. I made it, and I own it. I wish I can be a post-modern and lay version of "The Antique Pottery Painter" by the French Artist Jean-Leon Gerome. |
| Monday, 6th Happy _ _ - - Birthday, Jacqueline! What comfort to take an afternoon nap, bathed under the sunshine that's crawling in over the windowsill and then onto my skin. I never wanted to wake up. But once I did, I paid a price, which was not falling asleep again until 7 o'clock in the next morning! |
| Tuesday, 7th I look back onto the many little things that I have done. They tell me a lot about myself. They tell me that they never tell much about me. Sadly, that's how I have been living my life. And I want a change, desperately. |
| Wednesday, 8th Music Practice at Ray's House. I am impressed by such a talented group. Enoch plays the drum set, Sam and Joe play the guitars. Rowena and Jacky lead the songs, and Winnie and Tony direct the flow of perfomances. Oh, suddenly, the group will switch their positions, and then Rowena can play the drums like pop! Wow! And Joe can play the piano so well! And Tony seems to know many things about worship! Then Sam also plays the bass? Oh man! The song is going too fast for me! My finger tips feel so awful as if they are glued to the keys. Definitely, an overwhelming practice for me! |
| Thursday, 9th Let me put it this way. I have been a horse galloping on the green with a crowd towards somewhere. I couldn't see where we were heading because every horse in front of me was very tall; so I have just been going with the flow. After a while, horses that were leading became fewer and fewer; some crossed a river, and others ran towards another green pasture. They all started to diverge. All the sudden, I slowed down, stopped and then looked: not a horse is in the front, but a huge mountain is pouring its greenness on me while the rushing river stream is sounding the most tumultuous symphony. There's no one here. To end a blank thought, asked I, where do I want to go? Not that I don't have, but that I don't know what I want. I am a city-dweller. |
| Friday, 10th Today, heard a story. Make me want to re-experience: "what is God's love?" |
| Saturday, 11th My body's all right, but I feel unwell in my heart - very homesick today. |