Sketch… Sunday Service


Finally finished reading the huge biography of Einstein, love the genius who famously said “imagination is more important than knowledge”!  On top of his unquestionable scientific achievements, I also admire his humility, creativity, ability to drift off or focus in all circumstances, courage of nonconformity to authorities, and above all else, his perseverance.  At the dying age of 76, Mr. Albert Einstein was still walking to his office day in and day pouring out mathematical formulas and trying to prove his unified field theory!  I truly honour people with such grit.

I recall another creative and dedicated genius – Charles Schulz.  The world renowned cartoonist who famously described his profession as “doing the same thing everyday without repeating oneself”.  If I remembered correctly, Mr. Charles Schulz was still going to his studio day in and day out letting his imagination roam free in front of his drawing board at the dying age of 77.

Now if only I can also find a career that I can so passionately dedicate the rest of my life in like the geniuses.

Started reading the biography of another genius – Leonardo da Vinci.  Got it on e-book instead of borrowing it from the library because it looks like I’ll be doing a lot of traveling in July and August thanks to my mom’s sudden traveling plans that kinda caught our family off guard.

Sketch… Sunday Service

World Cup Craze

Every four years I transform myself into a soccer fan trying to catch the World Cup games at the most inconvenient times (I never seemed to be at the same time zone of the World Cup host countries).  I don’t usually watch soccer games, and it must be more than a year since I stopped playing my favourite sport, but I have a special fondness for World Cup.  I don’t think there’s anything else that can bring the world together peacefully with something as simple as a round ball!

Now halfway into reading Einstein’s biography, I didn’t know before that he hated nationalism and preferred to be an internationalist, a world citizen.  The world would be so much more peaceful if we all think that way, wouldn’t it?  In fact, I think the world would be a much happier place if we just keep our mouths shut and communicate using international languages like soccer, marathon, art, and coffee, etc.  And if you don’t like any of that, a little smile can often work magic.  😄

My BIG Day

Didn’t make a it a big fuss for my 39th birthday yesterday, but it was still rather memorable…

Had my usual weekly calligraphy class in the morning, it just so happened that the last letter of the Thousand Words (千字文) was covered.  It had been more than a year since I learnt the first letter!  Had dim sum with my calligraphy teacher and 89-yr-old elderly classmate afterwards, first time with only us three guys.  And just as I guessed, my elderly classmate paid the bill “secretly” while I went to the washroom, I thanked him and told him that I didn’t race him to the bill on purpose this time because it was my birthday. =)

To make the day even more memorable, I decided to plant some of the sunflower seeds I bought a few weeks ago.  Shortly after I finished planting, my parents and sister came over to have a birthday dinner with me near my studio.

Received many birthday greetings throughout the day.  I’m thankful for everyone who remembered my birthday or took the time to send in a simple greeting or both.  I was hoping that the girl-I-like would be among them, but was disappointed even though I already know the little likelihood of it happening.  Oh well.

p.s. my birthday celebration actually started on Sat. when I met up some good old friends for a pleasant dinner and some joyful conversations, thank you guys!

Sketch… Sunday Service

Random Thoughts from Wedding

Joined my parents, brother, and sister-in-law to a wedding banquet near our home last night.  It was the wedding of the son of late Mr. Kot.  I remember that around this time 2 years ago I was actually on the same ship with Mr. Kot during a cruise trip to Japan…

Sitting at our table and a table next to us were my dad’s friends, some of whom I haven’t seen for many years, one of them was an elderly (near 90 yr old I think) who were on the same cruise trip with us and Mr. Kot. 2 years ago.  This elderly uncle seemed to have forgotten about our happy cruise trip together as he didn’t seem to recognise me and asked my dad if I was his younger son.  Despite seemingly affected by Alzheimer’s disease, he constantly held a joyous smile and still kept his habit of adding soda to his red wine just like he taught me during the cruise trip.

It was a joyous wedding banquet despite the food.  I’m ok with the food actually (except for the shark fin soup which I passed to my parents’ displease), but my parents and their old pals who used to be in the dim sum restaurant business were just too difficult to please.  Regardless, seeing my dad’s old pals and hearing their conversations brought back fond memories of the times when I usually see them every Sunday in high school.  It would be perfect if Mr. Kot was here with us last night.

Besides the banquet, not much have been happening to me this week other than finally completing a 3D print job for a friend that took nearly 2 weeks.  I also picked up a book about Einstein, it’s one of those books that you just can’t put down once you started reading.  The long biography should keep me occupied for another week.

Sketch… Wedding

Sketch… Sunday Service

Weekly Updates…

The past month had been the hottest and driest May ever recorded in HK.  As much as I’m glad that the 14 (or 15) consecutive very hot day warnings have ended, I just wished time could pass by just a little slower…

Recently I seemed to be growing more and more conscious about time and how little and limited of it I have.  I’m now spending (wasting) less time on FB and WhatsApp.  Even at times when I’m physically spending time with my family and fellowship b&s, I tend to keep silent even though thoughts constantly run through my head.  I seemed to have finally understood that my words don’t matter, and repeatedly saying the same things won’t help and would only drag meaningless conversations even longer.  Is this what powerlessness feels like?

It’s probably not depression that I’m feeling because there’re still many things that keep me interested.  I’m now spending more time alone reading and thinking, and my energy level seems to be restoring (traits of an introvert).  Now that I’m expressing a lot less online and offline, I’ll probably start spending more time talking to my journal here.  I can always be honest with “you”, right?