It’s lunch hour, so

office ladies and gentlemen go to the café

take their seats and order their food

a grumpy lady sitting by the window venting her bitterness on the phone

two serious men talking about some insurance plans

a tired woman with a frowny and sorrowful face waiting alone at the corner

when hot food and soup arrive and fill their hunger

they light up, happy and alive 

even more so with the delight of a cup of hot coffee or tea

broken as we may be

food feeds and heals us in a sacred way like the body of Christ.

My passion for arts isn’t a love at first sight

It is like two persons getting acquainted,

becoming friends,

getting along and knowing each other

more and more

deeper and deeper

then until one moment,

you are so attracted to that person

whom you find yourself suddenly fall in love with

and without whom your life is just missing a meaning to go on

and there is no turning back again.

Arts, to me, is like my lover

It does take me quite a long time to know and understand truly

Yet once fallen in love with

I love dearly, madly and unfailingly

and can never part with.