Life and Death

Just finished reading a short book Morrie: In His Own Words. Was constantly thinking about my 90-yr-old classmate from my Tuesdays-with-Morrie-like calligraphy class. He’s good and well and I still feel blessed to seeing him at class every Tuesday morning. But over the ~2.5 years since I started learning calligraphy, I’ve been witnessing his hearing and mobility decline. Occasionally when he was late to class, I would worry if anything bad might have happened to him.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m kinda prepared for the day when my dear elderly classmate may inevitably stop coming to class altogether, and that’s why I cherish the time that he’s still healthy and well and can join us for class and dim sum every Tuesday. A good allegory to the saying “live like you’re dying” perhaps?

Life is short. My parents just told us today during our family lunch that one of our distant uncle suddenly passed away last week. I think I’ve only seen this uncle a handful of times, so I’m not nearly as saddened as I was when my more dear uncle passed away more than a year ago. Regardless, it’s a reminder again to me and my family of how short life is and how we should cherish our limited healthy days on earth to live fully.

May my uncle’s soul Rest In Peace. ??

Sketch… Sunday Service

Inktober Challenge

Decided to take on the #inktober challenge this week, had a lot of fun each day dreaming up and inking episodes of the Story of a (starving) Artist. I constantly think back to the book Bird by Bird and the chapter about how the writer disciplined herself to sit and write a small piece of writing every single day. I also imagined myself as a full time cartoonist like Charles Schulz doing the same thing each day at his drawing board without repeating himself.

The #inktober challenge is truly a satisfying experience so far. I don’t actually know where the story is headed or how it will end, it’s spontaneously crafted each day based on the day’s prompt and my imagination. That’s actually part of the fun.

Though there aren’t many followers, I’m happy just to have a little outlet where my imagination can roam free. I’m especially grateful for this during a time when our government is tightening its grip of the democratic voices of the city. Hate to talk politics, sigh.

Sketch… Sunday Service

Reading and Writing

Spent unusually long amount of time immersing myself in books the past week. Finished reading two books, one on creative writing (Bird by Bird) and the other being a fictional novel about time (The Time Keeper).

Never considered doing any writing myself, but Bird by Bird is one of those books you just can’t let go once you started reading. The creative writing process sounded a lot like creating art needing, among many things, keen observations and daily practices. Perhaps I should experiment with that a little when I find the time later.

Never got into reading fantasy fictional novels, especially those without accompanying attractive illustrations. I sometimes think it’s a waste of time reading something that’s unreal and totally out of this world. Where’s the application? I’m a practical guy, I know. So it seemed a little strange that I would be so absorbed into reading The Time Keeper. Reading the book felt like what the female protagonist in the book was trying to say to the boy whom she had a crush on but who never liked her in return – “time flies with you”. That’s actually something I would like to tell the girl-I-like someday too.

Sketch… Sunday Service

Let Your Life Speak

Finished reading the little book Let Your Life Speak. Don’t remember where I came across that book and noted it down on my reading list. I probably was just captivated by the title.

Can’t say that I liked the book, but there’s something intriguing in it that got me thinking. The author says that even though we’re created in the image of God, each of us is born with our unique bound limits as well as gifted potentials. We must live an authentic life by listening to our inner voice and following it to do what we were naturally made to do at our conception. That is all good and well until he mentioned that if we don’t live our lives authentically, we will harm not just our own lives but also the lives of people around us. And then the author goes on to describe vividly his dark journey into and out of depression.

I didn’t really understand that lesson until I played badminton yesterday. My old worn out shoes were super slippery at the court, but I figured I’ll survive through the non competitive pick-up games. I was playing with some good players in one of the games, and I got kinda frustrated as I missed running to the many shots I would have no problem returning if not the slippery shoes. I was frustrated not only because I wasn’t playing to my full potential, but also for being a liability to my partner who seemed very eager to win.

It’s a good lesson that I should remember, that it is important to live my life authentically and living it to its full potential of its conceived purpose, so as not to harm myself as well as others around me.

May God continue to guide me in understanding my conceived purpose and to live life to the fullness. May I be a blessing and not a curse to everyone around me. ??

Sketch… Sunday Service

After the Storm

Typhoon Mangkhut turned out to be as devastating as forecasted. Countless trees were fallen all over the city. Seeing the ravaged city streets feels a little apocalyptic, don’t recall seeing the city like this ever before. Luckily, no human lives were lost due to the storm.

As the city recovers from the storm, my little cold war with my mom is slowly fading away. Haven’t had dinner at home during weekdays since the argument with my mom broke out over dinner a couple of weeks ago. I’ve been avoiding conversations with my mom and have turned down her daily dinner invitations. It doesn’t feel good to turn her down, but I think it’s the right thing to do, it’s always difficult during the transitioning period before a new (and hopefully) better habit/routine kicks in, right?

Had dinner at home tonight as I’ve promised my mom that I’ll have dinner at home on Sundays and not weeknights from now on. Will probably make an exception tomorrow as it’s Mid-Autumn festival.

May God continue to help the city recover from the storm while reconciling me and my mom after the argument.

Sketch… Sunday Service

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