Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Flipping the pages of a colouring book

I received a very wonderful present today, like a pebble lying on the seabed experiencing warm sunlight, it brightened me up and chased the darkness away. The twelve faces on the cover, beautifully decorated pages and touching messages is definitely the perfect dose to kickstart a wonderful year! Thanks alot for the concern for my traffic light colour, I will work hard on getting it working again ok! haha

Life is like a colouring book to me, each of us is the artist of our own book and the people we met, places we went, things we do and the emotions we felt, are the driving inspirations behind all our work. As I flipped the calender with my hands, the pages of my colouring book slowly turned back a few chapters as well. I always noticed the changes in me with every page, I looked at them whenever I have a clear mind. In my book, plain and simple colours filled the earlier pages, the recent few are messy with various mistakes.

I was born in a traditional family, raised in a family of females with my Dad spending most of his time away abroad, thus I am the only male in the house. Perhaps that is why I am sensitive to other's feeling. As you might guessed, I am pretty pampered as well and lead a very comfortable life. My world was simple, I even set my life goal by the time i was 8; to marry a not so pretty but not too ugly wife, get two kids and lead a happy life. Maybe to some's disbelief, I was quiet, shy and very naive even when I was in JC, I did not speak much but often get into trouble with my mischievous behaviour.

The two years I was in JC was the turning point in my life, it was then when I knew truly how it felt to be misunderstood, saw how people around me took advantage of their friends. It was also a time when I stubbornly held fast to my ideals though I knew they are flawed, I believe that everyone is good in some way. One of the very crazy things I did was visiting a friend everyday for 2 week while she was hospitalised, I still blame myself for persuading my classmate to not give up and return to school... because the day when she told me she decided to stay on, she met with an accident on the way back. Another event which probably marked the turn of my life was my 2 years campaign going after the love of my life. Love is indeed a very strange attraction, like a moth and a lightbulb.

No matter what I been through, I would say that I am very glad that it all happened. All these had sharpened my skills, as I paint more and more beautiful pictures in my book. You guys are certainly one of my masterpieces. I still believe that everyone is nice and kind deep down, that is why I will never give up on anyone and Last Christmas had proved that to be true. Whenever you are feeling down or blue, always remember this: Everything happened for a reason, if it is a wonderful experience, it is there to motivate and help you move along that train track. If it tore you apart, it it meant for you fix the pieces back and be even stronger and more beautiful. Once bitten, twice shy, you find the day when you no longer hide from souls of ice but melt them down with the fire in your heart!

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