Friday, November 25, 2016
We happen to meet in a restaurant that everyone sit on a same row. I guess it must be a Japanese restaurant.
You were among your new group of friends. I was with my friends. One awkward moment occur when my friends make stupid noise that direct toward you. You turn around and I was happen to be behind you had to act natural and actually say hi to you and make an awkward face to signal you my friends were stupid. I notice you have a big book in front of you.
A moment later, you came over to ask if you can share the book with me? I was surprised. I said yes. You were sitting next to me watching me flip one page by one page.
Having to sit beside you again makes me remember the feeling of having you by my side. It is so comfortable. So secure and easy. That best feeling ever. At the same time, I was caught by the picture on each page details your life. Most of the pages were the days before I met you. When you were much younger. I have never seen those pages before.
I guess that book was probably around 350 pages and I only get to see first quarter portion of it. You were sweet and smiling all the time.
Before handling the book back to you, the first few pages drop out from the book and i took it and keep it to myself.
The pages was about you visit a cycling wear shop. The shop owner is a hipster who feature your purchase of the day on his Instagram.
I don’t know why I dream of you again. But that feeling of being with you is so good I don’t want to wake up. I realizes how blessed I am to have you by my side for that 3 years.
Sunday, October 20, 2013
In the past, writing a blog entry will take me a long time. Often, I feel the effort and time that was invested is a cost too great when I compare to the joy of slipping a cup of coffee with friends.
But this blog is dead for a decade now. No one visit anymore. Perhaps this is a chance for me to write down new things. The things that transform my life. A pivot point I would love my children to see. A journey when I look back when all will make sense in the end.
I won't check my grammar, I won't flip image in photoshop, I won't taylor every post like I used to. I will just press the button "Publish". As authetic as I can be.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
If Steve Jobs pass away one day, I will miss him so much like how I miss MJ...
So glad to have him in our generation.
Both men have been a great inspiration to me. Their commitment to excellence, pure genius.
Many label them as perfectionist. But I know... sometimes when a product or performance is not ready... means is not ready.