belief

和新朋友 W 聊起信仰。說到她怎樣由抗拒到敞開懷抱去試著了解。

W 是教徒，得知她偶爾會去聖堂，頻頻點頭，問：「那麼你是相信這個世界是有神的囉？」

她想了想，回答：「應該說，我希望這個世界有神。」

cat vs dog

THE DOG'S DIARY:

8:00 AM - Dog food! My favorite thing! 

9:30 AM - A car ride! My favorite thing! 

9:40 AM - A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 

10:30 AM - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 

12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing! 

1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 

3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 

5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing! 

7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing! 

8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 

11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing! 

THE CAT'S DIARY:

  

Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Fools! 

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of allergies. I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
 

 

Now do you HAVE to sleep on the keyboard?

postcard from Paris

Just unearthed this postcard I sent to one of my favourite cousins when he got married.

It was the millennium year. I was in Paris, enjoying my last summer vacation.

I sent this together with a letter to my uncle and aunt. Somehow the letter and the postcard were never delivered. "No such address". But the address was correct. Inexplicable.

Also found many other historical relics. Share with you later.