People with Autism Can Read Emotions, Feel Empathy

Finally, the People with Autism Can Read Emotions, Feel Empathy news 😂 brightens my day. Because I feel a lot. Last night is the last day of the animation class. The teacher confirms my potential in character design. Through my arts, he can feel that I feel a lot towards my characters. Throughout the class, he noticed that I take more time on the characters’ emotions. I feel so enlivened. Why does he relive my hope to be part of cartoon industry? Inside my heart, I feel pushed further despite my worsened migraine. I begin to understand myself better because I tend to put myself on others’ shoes. Glad to find something I can focus on.

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Beauty in Dove

A lovely dove
Catch my attention
Marvel at its body shape and colour

How I wish to
Observe it closely
Make friend with it

Wondering about its symbol of
The Holy Spirit
Faith and hope


Inspiration On: Monday, 14 December 2015

At times, I spot on a dove flying pass. I have been wondering whether it stays somewhere nearby.

Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Slogging through the Midnight

Slogging through the midnight
Wishing to alter my sleeping habit
Only to realize
Determination alone isn’t enough
Strong will alone isn’t enough
Mind alone isn’t enough
Own plan will not prevail
Fatigue body in control
Render myself helpless
Entering the dream entrance
Exiting the dream world late morning
Changing sleeping habit fails

Slogging through the midnight
Wishing to alter my sleeping habit
Awaiting dawn
Leave my sleeping bed
Entering into an empty room
Switching on the light
Thinking poetry
Processing my thoughts
Writing poetry
Awaiting dawn
To pass the day sleepily
Possibly to sleep at 9 o’clock night


Inspiration On: Wednesday, 7 January 2014 from 12am to 3:41am

Hoping to change my unhealthy sleeping habit, I resolved to have a sleepless night in order to wake up early at 5am in the morning. Looking through the incomplete poetry to pass the midnight. Most attempts were failed due I fell asleep. This time I try again and see the result. The keyword “slogging through the night” helped me to begin this poetry.

Ocean of Woe

Drifting aimlessly
On the vast ocean
Ocean of life’s troubles
Ocean of woes
Floating around sorrowfully
Nowhere to go
Wondering
Feeling lonely
Hoping to find
A destination
An island
Island of team-ship rather than competition

Passing by many islands
Many islands reject after squeezing me
Give! Give! Give!
All these drain enthusiasm in me
Wearing me out
Where is the island?
The island of mutual understanding and respect
Not the dead sea island

Where is the island?
The island where I can rest
The island of mutual understanding and respect
The island of truthfulness
The island of complementing mutual needs


Inspiration On: Tuesday, 8 October 2013 at 9:51pm
Inspiration On: Thursday, 10 October 2013 at 12:18pm

Whenever failed attempts of finding a full time job after having a child for more than three years, I feel downcast. Am I drifting aimlessly in my job search? I wish to support my parents financially. Whenever there is time, I surf the Internet at home and reply to emails and comments due to financial restriction. Some bosses squeezed me and refused to pay me the little income for the work I have done. Making excuses and even empty promises. Only consider their own interests without considering employees’ needs. These really kill my enthusiasm in my work. Don’t I need to eat? Can’t I earn a living? Their motto is their own benefit. When they want to train me, they say beautiful words.

Broken but Regained Hope

I
Vast sparkly waves of ocean
As the sun shines onto the ocean
Vastness of ocean increases more

II
Final beautiful sight in mind
Gradually sink into the bottom ocean seabed
Eyelids close, sealing own fate

III
Blur sight of a swimmer
Before losing consciousness in the ocean depth
Everyone flashes back in memories

IV
Awaking to the soothing music
Among two smiling patients on hospital beds
Hopes re-live in his heart

V
A man dressed in white
Listens to poured out woes and pats
When other patients go outdoor

VI
Encourages her to be strong
Sowing a strength to own beloved friend
In times of tumultuous life

VII
Seeds of love and care
Gradually buds forth in her broken heart
Living filled with hope again


Inspiration On: Tuesday, 23 July 2013 at 6pm
Inspiration Ends On: Tuesday, 30 July 2013 from 9:16am to 10:17am

This image had been appearing in my friend’s mind to part III so I expressed it in haiku and continues it.

Dark bottomless Pit

My heart sinks
Sink into a
Dark bottomless pit
All hope is lost
Forever
All data is gone
Forever
Backup isn’t the recent.

Unwilling to admit defeat
Continuum pressing its power button
Continuum disappointment sets in
My heart and mind cries out to my Lord

Press iPod touch’s power button again
Symbols appear signaling to charge
Swiftly, I plug it
Oh! The plug isn’t fully inserted.
The plug isn’t fully inserted.
Press the plug harder
iPod touch is charging.
My heart rises up
My heart rises out of the
Dark bottomless pit
All hope returns
All data is alive
Daily backup is essential.


Inspiration On: Wednesday, 24 April 2013 at 10:10pm

Since last year, I have been using the first generation of iPod touch. It was bought by my dad who was offered by his friend. His friend sells it at a discounted price to my dad. My family and I sat in utter disbelief for him to buy such an expensive device. In our eyes, my dad leads a frugal life. Due to inexperience towards electronic device, he passed the iPod touch to my brother. All along my brother use it for playing games and watch converted videos. Samsung galaxy came into the picture and he renewed his mobile phone contract to purchase it. In the end, the iPod touch is in my hand whose purpose is to check my email and writing down my inspirations of poetry.

Upon realizing the iPod touch was dead; my heart sank because of my data. Data of inspirations and tasks. Spending my midnight to write down on the paper whatever I can remember. The third paragraphs summarize my thankfulness to my Lord Jesus Christ, surprise and heart is alive again. But also feel silly.

Poetry & Illustration

Dazing
Daydreaming
Imagination runs wild
Observing every surroundings
Ache
Agony
Anger
Arrogance
Longing
Jealousy
Hatred
Fighting
Hurt
Pain
Love
Joy
Passion
Zeal
Sacrifice
Prayer
Hope
Dreams

Emit out via

Nib of pen on a piece of paper
Line by line
Writing a poetry
Pictures from mind

Paper in the typewriter
Alphabets stick onto papers
Line by line
Writing a poetry

Computer keyboard
Jotting in poetry
Alphabet by alphabet
Word by word
Line by line.

Nib of pen on a piece of paper
Lines
Curves
Ovals
Triangles
Squares
Rectangles
Illustrating pictures

Drawing tablet
Lines
Curves
Ovals
Triangles
Squares
Rectangles
Illustrating pictures.


Inspiration On: Thursday, 7 March 2013 at 12:14am

I don’t know what is going on in my mind. I’m a visual person and often being tongue-tied when I’m panic. And now I’m writing poetry. I don’t know what God has in store for me. Weird. Every words begin to fall and drop into my mind. But I still thank God for this experience.