Friday, September 30, 2005
Thursday, September 29, 2005
I have had difficulties taking up the pencils and brushes this week. Too much work and worries have weighed me down. No matter what I do with the lines, they just don't come out right. I lost my patience somehow. Worse, I started to have doubts about the present.
I am not too obsessed with the past. Instead, my curiosity for the future "me" is much stronger than my nostalgia for what happened. There are days when I wish I could take the time machine and see where and how I'll turn out to be in ten years, in twenty years. My life might always remain the same, but I need some space for dreaming. Or maybe I know my life will be very different and I need to be assured. I am at one of those stages for the moment. It's not easy for someone like me who's full of confidence most of the time. I'll just have to accept the fact that I am just a human.
This morning I thought of a very simple drawing I did six years ago. Back then I never stayed long at a job or at studies. Life seemed easier without commitments. But it was inevitable to feel rootless and tumultuous. Now I am beginning to be afraid of changes. Yet how to explain that I dream of it every day?
The only way out: All I have to do is draw my attention back to this present. It is the only moment that counts. After all, the past is too old while the future is all too unpredictable. I promise to try taking up the pencils again tonight...
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
And Poopooman lived right here. For years and years, he led a lonely life, seeking for love in all kinds of forms. He practiced martial arts in the deep forests day and night in the hope of saving the world corrupted by human vices.
Pipi was taken further and further away from her dear island. She realized screaming and resisting was totally futile...
"Goodbye mama! Goodbye my little bro!"
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Before I stepped into students' classroom, the two school dogs, the twins Blacky and Blackie sat on the balcony leisurely, as if they enjoyed the rain and the wet morning. Then the rain had stopped. I was greatly amused by the two dogs and my mood became light again, as if I could dance freely like Gene Kelly.
Before I started the first period, part of the sky had turned blue. Along the coconut boulevard, I smelled the fresh air and earth washed by the rain. There were still some rain drops hanging on the coconut leaves.
I think that was quite a fresh start for a day:-).
It was as if God had heard Mama's wrathful prayer. Suddenly, in a crazy fit of thunder and lightening, Pipi was swept away by the swirling wind. She screamed and tried to resist her fate bare-handed, she was too weak to fight against it.
Saturday, September 24, 2005
"Woo...woo...Mama, it hurts!"
"Jesus Christ! Piiiiiiiiiiiiiiipiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! What have you done to our little angel? I can't stand this anymore. I WISH YOU COULD DISAPPEAR RIGHT AWAY!"
The wind outside roared fiercely. Mama shouted at the top of her lungs out of anger. Yet Pipi remained as cool as ever to all this powerful "music."
Friday, September 23, 2005
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Monday, September 19, 2005
Sunday, September 18, 2005
We run away from the colors , the lights, and the shadows of the outer world. We hide ourselves in the dark holes. Our broken hearts are put away in jars stored in the freezer for curing emotional wounds. We draw suns on our warm blankets to feel the temperature of the cruel yet passionate world.
Escape, for us, is not negative. We promise, after our hearts become whole again, to emerge out of the hole. Then, we'll be brave, strong, beautiful and ready for the heart-breaking challenges...
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Monday, September 12, 2005
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Friday, September 09, 2005
Saturday, September 03, 2005
To show my craving, I change all the objects imaginable into the forms of the dishes I love. Besides, the thought of these foods can give a person la nuit blanche. It's actually a picture full of nostalgic feeling too.