Saturday, May 30, 2009
I gave students a question about their hometowns in a paper last week. These sixteen-year-old girls had no doubts that their their hometown is the little island we dwell in.
The second baby in our family finally came a few days ago. It couldn't be more hectic in the household. Though the adults were so aware that attention has to be equally spent between the first-born and the new baby, it wasn't always a piece of cake. Von, the understanding big brother, managed to make it through for three days without his parents around. His experience reminded me of my summer camp days in childhood. My heart'd become bruised because I missed my parents so much. Sometimes I couldn't even repress the desire to cry, but for unknown reasons, I'd always believe that if I make it, life ahead would be so much broader. As neighbors and relatives, we cheerled Von with zest and showered him with compliments and encouragement. I forgot how it felt when my younger brothers were born, and it turned out that I lived through the same thing from this three-year-old.
Like a committed marathon runner, Von greeted us with heartfelt smiles when he got up during these three days. Then he made efforts to play so to forget the fact that his parents were away for the time being. He surprised us. This kid has a super old soul, which we have known for a long time. Still, we can't stop feeling amazed by his maturity.
Maybe on an evening after the sun set, he became kind of mushy. He said he missed mom. After shedding some tears, he moved on. Only late at nights, when I looked at the cars he had parked on the sofa, I could feel his loneliness. He and they wanted to conquer all the mountains and sea to reach his parents.
HOME for Von, is his parents. And Von for me, is my HOME.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
I knew at an early age that I am not cut out to be a driver. Besides, I cherish my life more than anything else in the world. Despite the fact that I DID take a second attempt to hit the road last year, I eventually ended with the realization: Since life is so fleeting, why bother to cause myself so much worry and fear?
On my carless days, I learned that making car friends is something very important. Isn't it lonely to drive all by oneself? I believe that the existence of four passenger seats is there for very good reasons. Carpooling can not only smooth the traffic but also create a pleasant atmosphere for those who ride together. It's especially significant in ensuring the mental safety of the driver.
Shaggy got her driver's license this spring. When she invited me for a ride, it took me only a little bit courage to say yes. Shaggy's mom is a fantastic coach, who doesn't drive though. She did her job of reminding Shaggy to watch out perfectly. I sat in the back, with my sketchbook and pen. From the angle of a passenger, I envy Shaggy's guts a lot. It kept occurring to me that everyone is born for a reason. I was born to enjoy the ride as a passenger. It's equally lovely not to drive.
We meandered in the green mountains. The scenery in early summer in Wulai is lush. Heat drove away big crowds of tourists, so we didn't have to fight for our way. We certainly had a very agreeable outing.
Special thanks to Shaggy and her mom. If you need one more passenger, well, don't forget that here is a very mature lady waiting:-)
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
I recorded the little joy I could find in my daily life, for a very special someone. I hope we won't forget that happiness actually originates from these humble details!
No. 1: In the morning, there's always a platter of colorful fruits waiting on the wooden table. It's like an invincible mother ship ready to sail. The lovely sight chases away my drowsiness and fatigue.
No. 3: One morning when I was looking for something tasty for my eyes, I found the flowers of the upstair neighbor dangling down onto the top of our balcony. A beautiful surprise of the last azalea in bloom filled me with happiness.
No. 7: Drizzles are typical of spring in this city. It's a must to bring an umbrella wherever I go. When I looked at mine during a bus ride, I realized that a simple and unremarkable item can be beautiful too...
Monday, May 04, 2009
I did illustrations for the poet eL's poem--the language of flowers. This is also to save memories for the spring season, which is about to end...