Monday, April 23, 2007

You're going to reap just what you sow

just a perfect day,
Drink Sangria in the park,
And then later, when it gets dark,
We go home.
Just a perfect day,
Feed animals in the zoo
Then later, a movie, too,
And then home.

Oh it's such a perfect day,
I'm glad I spent it with you.
Oh such a perfect day,
You just keep me hanging on,
You just keep me hanging on.

Just a perfect day,
Problems all left alone,
Weekenders on our own.
It's such fun.
Just a perfect day,
You made me forget myself.
I thought I was someone else,
Someone good.

You're going to reap just what you sow,
You're going to reap just what you sow,
You're going to reap just what you sow,
You're going to reap just what you sow...

......

Just a perfect day, though i didn't spend it in the park drinking sangria, or in the zoo feeding animals. I was walking to school to meet friends for sunday brunch. but it was a perfect day anyway. spring breeze, soft sunshine, sweet flowers, intoxicating fragrances...; two little boys selling lemonade for free on the street, sitting on their knees behind their cute little "counter", golden hair glistening in the sun, stars glittering in their eyes. They are brothers. The little one apparently enjoyed very much people gathering around and talked excitedly. The older one, about 5, much more quietly, poured me a cup of lemonade. Father asked: "Simon, what are you selling the lemonade for?" Simon: "f...f......" The father: "yes. free. but you have to do what?" Both of them: "you have to be good to people." I took the cup Simon handed to me. He looked at me shyly, big eyes with a bit anticipation but more of curiosity: this big girl looks different, would she like my lemonade? what a cute boy! I took a sip, hmm-- fresh, cool, crisp. I drank it up and he smiled. a perfect smile.

Saturday, April 21, 2007

storm

as summer is closer and closer, temperature gets higher and higher, i have been questioning, hmm... what is the excuse now, since the weather is getting nicer, for the school swimming pool to remain a forbidden place. I had uselessly hoped many times that somebody or many somebodyS would protest and the swimming pool would then open very soon. I mean, there will be no heavy snow or ice to crash the roof anyway. Well, I guess in that sense, the storm came just in time to prove that i was wrong. haha... what a good feeling it is being important, even just self-important.

The storm was pretty bad. My little apartment on top floor shaked quite a bit. I did start to imagine all kinds of possibilities. For instance, if my apartment would be somehow destroyed by the storm... although that would actually make me homeless, and i would lose all the cute stuff i have here but all the not-so-cute stuff or the not-so-happy incidents would be also taken away completely. oh well... i guess the conclusion is that the house needs to be renovated, better be concrete structure.

The woman's locker room in YMCA has been closed for the whole week, while the storm kept sending water inside through the leaking roof. Water drips, hits, and splashes, what a symphony! So the family locker room was assigned to us. There were three rooms, all occupied. So I was just holding my towel and shower stuff, waiting in the line. A mom was helping her little daughter to dry her hair and put on her coat and shoes. There was also screaming from inside of one of the bath room. And then, this little girl, who's about 6 or 7 (can't tell), started to say to her mom: "that kid... has been screaming ever since we got into the bathroom.... so loud, so annoying......" Her mom: "I don't want to hear it. stop right there. Do not ......" Don't remember exactly what they said. The overheard conversation struck me like a little storm though. Kids... mother... what a difficult job!

I do remember one other storm in New Orleans. Well, not the catastrophic Katrina. I was sleeping soundly in the hotel room, didn't feel a thing, no shaking no whatever. While heading to the airport the next morning, I was shocked to see so many trees knocked down by the storm, with bare roots landing the streets, lifelessly.