| July 2001 |
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| 8th, Sunday What's more comfortable than being wrapped up cozily in a soft bed and immersed in a good book? That's the usually the last, yet the most cherished moment of (sometimes semi-)consciousness after a long day. |
| 9th, Monday Practiced on the piano in the morning, hoping that my fingers will dance beautifully like butterflies on the keyboard again. Stiffened though, they are, after sleeping for so long. Sight reading is as clumsy as walking underwater. Don't know when they will all come back, but it's always better to be a turtle, moving on step by step than a sleeping rabbit, stopping and losing the game altogether. |
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| 10th, Tuesday Troubled by the thought about a hectic schedule that I am gonna go through in the several days to come. This, that and that etc. are all coming up soon. How should I face them? Can three things carry on simultaneously and still work out? |
| 11th, Wednesday In the Kiss 'n Ride at Finch Station during rush hour, five, six people sat and several others stood, waiting for someone to pick them up. Indoors, some became impatient and made good use of their cell phone. A few tackled the usual long wait by entertaining themselves on the payphone during those twenty minutes. The Wait comes in two forms: drivers waiting for "someone", and others, for their drivers. The wait could last a quarter of or even as annoying as one entire hour, but the pick-up and getting on the car take at most 15 seconds. Yet in that short interval, people look, smile, lug, wave, greet, help, bounce, laugh, and touch. No matter how the "waiter" has grumbled before, the long and silent wait is suddenly completed with an explosion of exchanges unawares, and forgotten thoroughly when the car is entangled in the busy traffic. Is waiting for someone truly an awful waste of time? Or could it be a moment when the waiter can appreciate that his/her presence is valued by the one who chooses to come and pick him/her up, and anticipate the heart-warming reunion of two who has parted? I thought, isn't life sometimes like waiting at a Kiss 'n Ride, a place to delight in the thought of Someone who is coming back one day to pick me up? |
| 12th, Thursday Relieved that I got over with the first test in Statistics Class. Looking back, few days of hecticness is finally over. I have tried my best, He has done the rest. I am thankful. |
| 13th, Friday A sweet home is simple, Jasmine's mom reminded me. What's more heartwarming than simply eating steamy rice (my personal favouriate), watching TV, listening to music and laughing freely with your own family? |
| 14th, Saturday Breakthrough "WE Cross" Precamp at Bark Lake The zealous voice of Uncle Chak's was heard around the campfire, telling compassionate stories of women who cried for him and touched his life thoroughly. I felt tension in my heart as if some emotions needed to be expressed. My tears finally came out upon the realization that I really wished I have met a "Miss Wu", like Uncle Chak's, in my life. "There has never been someone who loved me this much", said a beloved teen in Uncle Chak's life stories. I felt sorrow because I am not there yet with Jesus. |
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