November 7, 2006
A friend of mine, Susan, reminded me to feel good in every day life regardless of any outer circumstances. On the same evening, I browsed at Virgin Record and picked up a CD of jazz singer, Michael Buble, with a song entitled - FEELING GOOD. Feeling good! Feeling good! Ok, I am feeling damn good now!
One of the profound elements of the SELF-LOVE concept. I am going to stick my stainless steel gun to it!!!
Thank you Mr. Jung... for Synchronicity teaching.
October 30, 2006
I walked into my apartment at about 3:00 PM in this very mild fall weather. The western light was showing its golden light on the top right corner of my window like a light bulb turned on by its own power switch. At the same time, I was nibbling my fresh-baked Chinese turnip puff pastries from Chinatown. I took these few seconds and enjoyed this quiet scenic view before it vanished gradually.
I received a very comfortable feeling from this light being visit. Thank you, dear; and I am sure I will see you again tomorrow at about 3:00 PM...
October 3, 2006
For the first time, I watched the AMERICAN IDOL program with a young white man dressed like a typical hip-hop black singer, a stylish line of thin beard, with a big loose shirt and a pair of gigantic trousers that you could almost hide two cooked chickens inside without anyone noticing. He was already singing while I turned on the TV - an innocent appearance... but an outstandingly clear and beautiful voice really hit me. The vibrating pores of my skin were ALL PAYING FULL ATTENTION!. In fact, he's like a extremely simple version of Maria Carey without the commercial make-over.
Right after his performance, three judges shook his hands and welcomed him to Hollywood. He then put on his brown boots and explained to the camera that he's 17 years old.
I was so touched by the expression of this unique soul that I shed tears for a few jolly seconds.
June 29, 2006
At around 2:00 PM, my cell phone rang in my absolutely silent apartment; A stoic voice was on the other side of the world. One of my oldest / dearest friends, Andrew, who's a very popular Paris-based fashion designer was on the line. His father passed away just yesterday morning so he was on his way to the airport, to Singapore. A similar experience to that which I went through about seven years ago when my papa was finally confirmed with pancreas cancer.
At 5:00 PM, I intuitively put on a black / white outfit which I rarely wear on a humid day in Manhattan. I arrived at KINOKUNIYA, a Japanese bookstore to pick up my special-ordered pop music CD of this multi-talented young vocalist, cellist, composer, pianist, etc, KOUSUKE ATAKI from OKINAWA. The CD is named SOLEZOLENI (could be translated as Each... Individually.) I paid the bill, loaded the disk, and walked out of the bookstore. My long awaited mystical music started to play as I passed by and looked into CHRISTIE'S auction house NY logo. My eyes tinkled... and finally were soaking wet when I got into the 49th Street subway station... In this hurried early evening, behind my very sharp, black, futuristic style lined PRADA sunglasses... no one could see how I felt in those moments.
I was on time for my YOGA class at 6:15 PM with LIZANNE HINKLE.
PS. My loving peaceful thought is delivered to Andrew in his challenging experience...
May 26, 2006
Three young men standing on Christopher Street wearing sleeveless red tank tops with writing of “DON'T PLAY WITH YOURSELF”. When they started to offer free condoms to me, I then understood the meaning of those words. Very funny!
I went home briefly and got out again my peanut butter ice cream, tempting since the warm breeze of the past few days. One of the “red” guys said to me again, “Second chance, free condoms!”. I shied away and said thank you again. Right at this minute along came a petite American middle-aged lady with speed... voicing out positively, “You know what, guys! I am going to have one!”.
I am quite amazed by it.
May 10, 2006
Every morning before I read my related e-mails, I have to spend a good 2-3 minutes to delete nearly 10-15 e-mails that have no connection to me. Add to those the daily faxes, restaurant menus at my front door, mail, phone calls that sound like tape recordings. But, as a matter of fact, they're real people talking / selling their insincere business thoughts over the phones?
These are global issues that we face in today's world; our human life has fallen into a stereotype of business life – a life that only caters to business! I'd like to share an interesting classical Chinese story here. In the good old days when you entered any Chinese home, you would be greeted, and right away the host – Mamas or Grandmamas – would be sure to ask if you had eaten yet? But now in Asia, when you meet up with either of them.. they will go right into your face and ask, "How's business?"
It's a free flow of how energies are chosen to be used. I am a great supporter of positive thoughts and actions.
I am going to say my prayers tonight before my dream world... PLEASE MAMA MIA! No more junk connections... MY PRECIOUS LIFE IS EXTREMELY... SHORT! I LOVE TO LIVE IN FULLNESS!
May 8, 2006
I volunteer as an art project tutor to two 8th grade students at The Clinton School for Writers and Artists. This project has given me a loving opportunity to test and learn more about myself through these young, innocent, and artistic kids. The following is an interesting quote written in black paint on the left wall of the school just before you enter the building: “When we read and we write; we dream, our imaginations take us to places we remember, places we wish we could travel to, and places we will never be, when we read and write, we become super heroes, sports stars, mermaids, and crazy creatures.” by P.S. Readers, Writers and Artists. 2005 LOVE
The writing strikes me at a deep level.
May 8, 2006
THE PROMISE - A classical ancient Chinese fairy tale about a little girl whose wish was granted by a divine goddess. Through a promise she made, she attained all the luxurious wealth – except she made a little compromise of never receiving any long lasting love from anyone in her lifetime. Surprisingly, at the end of the story, she overcame her belief and changed the total outcome of her life.
In fact, at the beginning of the movie, the story was told that during ancient times humans and fairies lived side by side... communicating. How deliciously beautiful! Yes, Indeed! I will be amazed & intrigued by the attire in 21st century!
May 6, 2006
My usual practice every morning is to: clean the wooden floor, kitchen, bathroom, etc. Then I wash myself up, make tea, Tai-Chi, and sit quietly for about an hour before I start to do business with my computer.
This morning in my mind's eye I keep seeing a face of a bird... But this big bird has a feeling of a healthy human quality. Right at this very minute, I suddenly recalled that last night I dreamed I saw a gigantic bird rise above of my head... But how on earth could I have just remembered it right now!
I will not take time to figure out what's the meaning of my dream, I'd rather wait for the message to come along and unfold the pages... ooh la la.. BIG BIRD! Isn't there another big bird character in SESAME STREET – the children's program? Though I remember he's a damn talkative feathery yellow bird. The one which appeared in my dream has smooth feathers and shined like the Chinese Western Han lacquer ware DRAMA NEI!
PS. Two nights later on Channel 13 was a showing of the hawks of the Grand Canyon!
April 20, 2006
I passed by PURL PATCHWORK at Sullivan Street by coincidence on a bright sunny afternoon. This new textile shop displays only cotton fabrics for home / table wear. The delicious smell of the new maple shelves, the harmonious arrangement of colors on both sides of the walls drew my attention. The color therapy ranges from subtle tones of pale beige, baby blue, light pink,etc, to natural tones of lime yellow, apple green, aqua blue, etc, and to strong tones of electric blue, shocking pink, curry yellow, striking purple, chilli red, etc.
I spotted a textile of optical designs – Ovarl flower prints, diamond-shaped sky blue over red/ pink eggplant with yellow mini chrysanthemum flowers, etc. In fact, from a distance, it has a typical look of Japanese gift wrap papers that you buy from bookstores. After almost a week of thinking about it, on my second visit I decided to make a short sleeved shirt out of this peculiar textile - a feeling of a boy shirt, and perhaps I will wear it on May 5 which is BOYS DAY in Japan.
Colors are exceedingly important for me, and at this moment bright colors resonate with me and raise my higher energy. I can't wait to be seeing / wearing this cheerful shirt named LUCKY FLOWERS, textiled by Junko-Onishi.
April 20, 2006
Wow. What absolutely amazingly cheerful spring weather in New York. Just two days ago, I remember, I opened my window, stuck my head out and looked over at my neighbor's rooftop wisteria tree which had only one immature baby wisteria flower. And today, with a warmer temperature, the tree is wearing about twenty plus flower hats. One purple hat links to the next one, all equally beautiful, belonging to one mother nature. Right now, I'd really like to be a wisteria tree, the feeling of being a plant or flower. OK! Let's do it!February 7, 2006
After almost 13 years of waiting for my green card ... it has finally come. I learned of this through a phone call from my attorney, Frieda Wong, on Friday night.
Tears of joy... which I probably have not experienced for a DAMN long time. Salty tear drops on my face and a froggie sound from my throat. In fact, it's not just a release. As a Chinese-born Singaporean, an active world traveler, I see, understand and appreciate the United States of America, the only place for freedom of speech, perhaps more than Americans themselves. Especially when I am living in a magnetized city like NYC
So how did I celebrate this occasion? I shared my happy feelings with nine people who wrote my reference letters with phone calls, making homemade food, buying dinners for them, etc. But the most important of all, for myself, I brought my handmade paper flower to the Hudson River that evening, gazed at the river and quarter moon. With one long stretch of my appreciative right hand, one red flower carried my beloved message by the stream...
So now "Thank God It's Friday!" would make more logical sense to me.
February 7, 2006
While on the way to my gym, with my usual relaxed mood, I picked out a book from my bookshelf so that I could read it on the train - The Spirit of Loving (Reflections on love and relationship by writers, psychotherapists, and spiritual teachers) For the past few weeks, I have been dwelling on this profound issue of relatedness or connectedness, wherever I go, whatever I do. My deepest thoughts were promptly revealed in my dream just a few nights ago. The following is the quotation from the book:Have we actually a relationship with another? To be related means to be in contact. You may be sexually, physically in contact but that does not constitute a relationship. We are talking of a relationship in which there's no image between you and another. I do not know if you have ever tried it. Do. Have no image about your wife, your husband, your neighbor, or about another; just look, just see, directly, without the image, the symbol, the memory of yesterday, of what she said to you, what you said to her, how she annoyed you and all the rest of it. Stripped of these things there is a possibility of right relationship. Because then everything in that relationship is new; relationship is no longer of the dead past.
- J KRISHNAMURTI
January 6, 2006
Since my sensitive body is in a state of hibernation, I am enjoying the privilege of this quiet winter afternoon by writing about Halley’s family stories that touched me.
Halley is a professional graphic photographer with whom I harmoniously collaborated on a fashion project four years ago. Last night we met again to talk about the continuity of a second fashion project - “THE LIGHT PROJECT”.
The solid hour and a half sharing time was short but deep. The positive energy of our conversation was about the general world view of things, the artistic fashion concept. Then his cell phone suddenly rang in the silence of his 7500 square foot studio. His seven year old daughter, Gabriela, was on the other end trying to stay up late and wait for papa to come home. When Halley hung up the phone, he started to chat about his daughter. He explained that regardless of the fullness of his working schedule, he does spend plenty of time with her. But there was a time, a while ago, when he missed three nights of seeing her. When she saw Halley the next morning, she held his hand gently and said to him, “Daddy, for the past few days, I have been trying to connect with you...”. I listened attentively; then he went on to the next story: Little Gabriela was on her children’s skateboard on her own when somehow she fell over, breaking her one wisdom / one main adult tooth, with blood all over her month! She cried out so loudly that, at the time, Halley was completely lost but picked her up, hugged and nurtured her. She looked into his eyes... and said, “Daddy, is okay now... There’s no more pain now.” Instantly, she stopped crying! Halley explalned that, at the time when he held her in his arms, Gabriela felt and received his love...
I am yet waiting to meet up with “this little Gabriela” sometime in the future.