Ingredients that make a good Sunday:
~Nice weather
~One or two of my favorite people or cats
~An outfit that makes me feel pretty and comfortable
~A good cup of coffee
~Usually start with a good brunch
~one of: farmer's market, craft sale, Urban outfitter, vintage shop
~ My cameras
~And it almost always happens on Queen East, Queen West, or Kensington Market.
Maria: What would you like to paint.
Me: I don't know. I haven't painted for a long time and I used to get a D in art class.
Maria: It's ok, perhaps we can start by drawing with charcoal?
Me: (Not sounding convinced at all) Okee.
Maria: here, draw this marble head. Why not the vase and fake flowers as well?
Me: -_-" serious?
2 hours later, I left the studio with this drawing (painted with pastel) in my hands, feeling a tad more confident.
Let's see what happens 4 weeks later.
With the new job came an extra 2 hours to my weekday and even more free time to my head. All of a sudden there's a rush of creativity in me looking for a gap to vent. So one day I bought a small quart of white paint and looked around the apartment for things to paint on and broken things to mend.
So there's this:
and then there's this:
stenciling:
Conclusion: I need some art classes. What do you say?
It took me 31 years
to realize that
birthday is a celebration of motherhood
being born is worth celebrating
but if not for my mom who nurtured me in her for 10 months
there wouldn't be much to celebrate
I miss her dearly
Been imagining her sending me an email
and perhaps a card as well
calling me in the morning
when she's sure I'll be home
I wish I realize earlier
how much she's done for me
and how little I appreciated it
like really appreciate it
I was an awful daughter
I try not to blame myself too much
But today, allow me
From that year, 2009,
namely my 30th birthday, and on
my birthdays will be filled with some smiles and some tears
because thirty some years ago
my mother gave birth to me
without knowing, perhaps,
that her life and passion for life
was numbered ever since
let me remember and appreciate
that my birthday is a celebration of mom
I find myself continue to ask myself, how can I ask the Chinese government for an apology for 6.4, if I don't even ask him if he thinks he's wrong.
I really hope that we will all hate him together. At this moment, I feel like I we did not do her justice.
We went to Riverdale farm today for the first time. Not sure why we never came here when we lived in the neighborhood. The farm is right in downtown next to a busy highway, but once you are in there you'd forget that you are in toronto. Parents bring their kids here to see the animals, the see the real sheep, pigs, chicken, horse. There are spots for picnic, baseball, organic vegetables, farmer's market. New born sheep were munching fresh grass in the afternoon sun. It is a place where I'd even try to save a green catapillar from the bathroom floor and take it back to the bush where it still has a chance to become a butterfly.
"要是沒有活著，也就看不到人生的千迴百轉。沒有活下去，也永不知道曾經以為無法承受的痛苦原來是會過去的。當你以為你的心已經一片荒蕪，有一天，它卻會出奇不意地開出一朵漂亮的小花兒。那一刻，所有的荒蕪都成了往事。"
From AmyBlogger.
How I wish I could show you that happiness is right there if you just choose to see.
Before he left he wrote me a message that says "Have fun the next few days." I was very upset when I saw the message. How do I "have fun" while there's no one, nothing to distract me from thinking in my head? How dared he say this to me when you know I'll be facing mother's day on my own?
Things don't always happen as planned. The dark morning sky told me that it's not a good day to ride the scooter. On my way to the subway station I saw that it's blood donation day in the mall downstairs. It's just right to give blood for mother's day. I booked my time and went quickly to Le Gourmand to have a quick lunch. The greens with goat cheese, walnut and honey and scone were delicious, as was the coffee. At 3pm, I went back to the mall, went through the procedures, and was soon on my back with a needle in my vein. The volunteer was really nice and kept telling me that my blood was flowing fine. Last time I gave blood it wasn't as smooth. It took like 15 minutes because my blood was too thick. This time round I drank lots of water and ate more than I normally would.
The sun came out afterward. Since our K plan got canceled I went to Queen street on the scooter. tried on some jeans and dresses, bought a few things, had some fun in the beautiful fitting room of Urbanoutfitters.
Look at the lovely wall paper! This dress is really cute, but bikers don't wear dresses so I went for a pair of cigarette jeans and a skirt from American Apparel.
Someone forgot to help me fill up the tank so I had to pump my first tank of gas in my life. It was hard to look cool when the cap just won't close in properly but I managed.
Alone or not alone, this day will always have a different meaning to me. Everyday, every moment, she's always in my mind. No redemption, no hatre, no fear, only love.
I hope to see your smile in my dream tonight.
