Funny how many thoughts run through my mind when I'm in the shower but when its time to put or preserve thoughts into writing then it all somehow runs off somewhere into the drains of the brain. Now to pick up the fragments. Was pondering how language, is the way for expression but also is what limits expression. Which partially explains why the train of my thoughts are usually a mixture of english and cantonese, and also incorporate un peu du francais and yi dian dian putonghua. Some expressions can be better said with "me gusta" versus "i really really really like..."

oh! went to this art gallery exhibition and was rather repulsed by an artist who decided to force down his interpretation of his drawing onto two girls - who were quite foolish - i would say - to inquire about the "meaning" behind a work. Art, in my honest opinion, should be open for personal interpretations instead of a limited circle of thought brought about by the artist. The "guide" certainly didn't point the two in the right direction by asking "Is there anything else you need interpreting".

Walked past the fruit stalls of Yaumatei today with le andy eyes and came across some stray cats. He had a bit of fun scuffling with it for a strip of plastic bag. In that moment, the future of a home with a little grey and white fur ball with le andy eyes playing with it like pops with pippin crept into my imagination. There is something about animals that make even the grownest of men act like little children which is absolutely adorable.

Then came the playground filled with screaming monsters and their maids and mothers. Recollection of my own students - whom now require less screaming to control - in fact it is the calm deadly negotiating tone which works! Made me a little driven away from motherhood but a life is so precious in a way that maybe a daughter would be quite nice. Although, ofcourse, it is not for me to decide. And the thought of labor pains and other surgical procedures still make me blanche.

Was taking the night bus back to halls after tutoring today - finishes up at 9:30pm - when I got to thinking how, 30's is like the new 20's now... especially for women without children. Screaming at children for six hours straight every Saturday has certainly diminished my fear of public speaking - and is constantly reprimanding myself to act confident. No more hesitant/embarrassed laughter after an utterance of every phrase. No more weak, questioning, voice that is lacking in authority. Perhaps 30 is the age where you know where you stand as a person and where your interests, abilities lie. And then the 40's, 50's, 60' don't seem that bad after all. Especially if the skies are still blue and the fields are still golden.

New found interest: Pinterest
Have been getting so inspired lately by illustrations, photographers and fall outfits. Distractions, distractions from the things-to-be-done during reading week. Sigh...

Been really into colours plain and simple lately. Bought a pair of white shorts from Cotton On for hkd50 and a little cute black shoulder bag for hkd60. Plus a pale pink sweater-ish v-neck top from madico for hkd29!! Planning to get the deep blue tomorrow if there are still sizes in s.

Feeling like bubbles floating in an enclosed room lately. Not willing to come down to reality just yet, or ever.

Currently sitting in class when I came across this photo on Nujin's Facebook and suddenly recall having this same revelation yesterday when playing a game with a name to the likes of "Where's the problem?" with my little student Hinki yesterday. The rules were simple: Show the child photos of odd images and have them point out what is "wrong". Photos of tables with human legs, birds flying upside down, and raining umbrellas were shown, and I was thinking how inspirational these were until it came to me that this is how society is limiting creativity - telling children that imagination is a problem. And the ones who don't listen to convention are the ones who make a statement... but if we weren't so constricted with our views, wouldn't we feel less inhibited when expressing ourselves? Less afraid to say what is "wrong" in terms of what is the norms. Less likely to laugh at others who think differently than the stereotype. Just an idea. Like raining umbrellas.

Suddenly feeling so motivated and excited for what awaits me in life despite rolling on less than 5 hours of sleep and a migraine. Seems like an answer to a prayer - perhaps it is! But hearing about the A&M's island campus on Corpus Christi with its Fine Arts and Art History programme from my sister is giving my body a tingly-ticklish energetic feeling. I'm able to glimpse a little sun and beach, paint and canvas, familiar faces and ... ambition. How funny we little human beings are, that a sense of purpose is enough to drive us, to motivate us into accomplishing things (reference letters, letters of intent - piece of cake!). Maybe motivation is how we take after and resemble our Creator.

While I adore Nicole Richie's smart casual style, she sounds quite a bit like an airhead (from what I've read from Magazine interviews). Personality aside, her sense of fashion is quite appropriate for petites.  Plus it seems very comfortable and looking good is a factor of feeling good.