Tag: Free-form Jottings
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Lost Email
There is an email that I need to send, but I simply cannot remember what it is about. I've scoured my mind for the possible cause, and I scrubbed the list of team members, no help. When was it that I told myself I had to do it?…
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Deconstructing Myself
The door slammed itself last night. A shadow walked from the back of computer screen. Things are different from what I see, emotions are delayed from how I feel. Only this morning I got the hint. Overworking can make one exhaust-ivve, reflect-ivve. So occupi-ed that outlets are shut down, until-ll.…
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April Fool's Delayed
Do not ask me how I feel on this Saturday night. Spent days working on an Excel and it got overwritten by a shitty computer system. I'm not angry. How life plays with one with deadlines and sprinkles unexpected obstructions along the way. And I got fire burning…
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Home and Departure
Stumbled upon Don Mak's illustrative art. One of the paintings overlooking the Victoria Harbor made one nostalgic. The sun is about to set, a warm orange wraps around purpleish skyscrappers. Humidity blurs delineation of lines. Watercolor fits well with Guangdong's climate, just as how I remembered.…
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The Priest at Times Square 42nd Street
Not my voice: The priest is sick today, I suppose. He was not heard in the tunnel. The echo sounded a bit hollow only with footsteps. I've always wondered how he feels preaching in a subway station. People are too busy to stop, and he might as well…