I had a beautiful dream that I want to share it with all of you. I wrote it on my personal diary that morning, because I never want to forget that feeling. I am only going to share that part of my personal diary, but I need to point out that my words - no matter how descriptive – could never give it the justice that it deserved.
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June 4, 2001
Dear Diary,
It is still early in the morning, and I want to write about my dream before I forget:
In my dream, I just woke up from my sleep. (How fitting, right?) The setting was absolutely amazing. There were three beds in the room. There was a climb-up-the ladder (double beds), and the other is the standard single bed. It was a medium sized and relatively simple room. Nothing extravagant. It’s almost like a standard hotel room – only it’s one room and smaller. I don’t recall any paintings on the walls. Despite its simplicity, it has this elegance to it.
I sat up and saw a glass window with a beautiful view of a big pond? Small lake? The water was calm, with ripples moving ever so gently. I then closed my eyes to make sure I was awake (yes, I did that in my dream). I half-expected everything to disappear. Much to my delight, the pond was still there when I open my eyes! Because the water was so clear, I even saw the leaves at the bottom of the pond. It was a detailed dream, and I was fortunate to experience the beauty of that moment. Just being. Not a worry in the world. It was a wondrous and comforting sight. Paradise? It’s nature at its best, maybe?
And its serene setting makes my heart feel so at peace. Maybe soared with a sweet contentment – even a strange sense of happiness. And that’s a truly blessed feeling…
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Just close your eyes for a moment and imagine the scenery...
On to other things:
I’ve read the following quote from a newspaper, in a speech by Bono from the rock band U2 at Harvard’s commencement. I have always felt that way (about the quote), but I can never find the words to express them. So I guess his quote is as good as none. "The culture of idealism is under siege, beset by materialism, narcissism, and all the other isms of indifference." I think it’s a good and beautiful quote, indeed.
I haven’t had a chance to write about England. I think the trip was interesting, but with all due respect, I don’t think London is as great as most people made it to be. For one, there is a huge social and economic disparity there. Let’s just say…I am glad to be back home. I guess it’s really true. “There’s no place like home”.
P.S. With work starting next week, I might not have time to update this website often. Please be patient.
P.P.S. “Comments” no longer work. If you have any comments, please feel free to e-mail me at hkmail@excite.com. (I will try to figure out a substitute for it).
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June 4, 2001
Dear Diary,
It is still early in the morning, and I want to write about my dream before I forget:
In my dream, I just woke up from my sleep. (How fitting, right?) The setting was absolutely amazing. There were three beds in the room. There was a climb-up-the ladder (double beds), and the other is the standard single bed. It was a medium sized and relatively simple room. Nothing extravagant. It’s almost like a standard hotel room – only it’s one room and smaller. I don’t recall any paintings on the walls. Despite its simplicity, it has this elegance to it.
I sat up and saw a glass window with a beautiful view of a big pond? Small lake? The water was calm, with ripples moving ever so gently. I then closed my eyes to make sure I was awake (yes, I did that in my dream). I half-expected everything to disappear. Much to my delight, the pond was still there when I open my eyes! Because the water was so clear, I even saw the leaves at the bottom of the pond. It was a detailed dream, and I was fortunate to experience the beauty of that moment. Just being. Not a worry in the world. It was a wondrous and comforting sight. Paradise? It’s nature at its best, maybe?
And its serene setting makes my heart feel so at peace. Maybe soared with a sweet contentment – even a strange sense of happiness. And that’s a truly blessed feeling…
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Just close your eyes for a moment and imagine the scenery...
On to other things:
I’ve read the following quote from a newspaper, in a speech by Bono from the rock band U2 at Harvard’s commencement. I have always felt that way (about the quote), but I can never find the words to express them. So I guess his quote is as good as none. "The culture of idealism is under siege, beset by materialism, narcissism, and all the other isms of indifference." I think it’s a good and beautiful quote, indeed.
I haven’t had a chance to write about England. I think the trip was interesting, but with all due respect, I don’t think London is as great as most people made it to be. For one, there is a huge social and economic disparity there. Let’s just say…I am glad to be back home. I guess it’s really true. “There’s no place like home”.
P.S. With work starting next week, I might not have time to update this website often. Please be patient.
P.P.S. “Comments” no longer work. If you have any comments, please feel free to e-mail me at hkmail@excite.com. (I will try to figure out a substitute for it).
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9:04 PM
