Right now in Beijing, I hear rain splashing and thunder roaring… Remind me of the days when I’m back in Singapore where we have thunderstorms and pouring rain. Yes, the rain I’d been waiting for, is truly gratifying, especially when heat becomes unbearable. It’s going to be the last phase of summer and I can’t wait for it to be over. Sounds kinda weird since I have been living in a tropical country all my life, but still, with air-conditioning all over Singapore, it’s like living in a country with 2 seasons 
Can’t blame me for that, can you? 
Come August, it’s going to be quite a busy month. I’m looking forward to my autograph session at FAB, a record store in Beijing and I should be flying to Shanghai as well!
Watch out for my schedule in my sina blog.
Cheers!
Joi
Sometimes, words are all that we need to brighten our lives, strengthen our spirits and understand that difficulties are there to make a better us.
From Paulo Coelho’s book, “Like the Flowing River” where he wrote these words for the winner of the Nobel Peace Prize, Shirin Ebadi:
The Persian poet Rumi once said that life is like being sent by a king to another country in order to carry out a particular task. The person sent may do a hundred other things in that other country, but if he or she fails to fulfil the particular task he or she was charged with, it is as if nothing had been done.
To the woman who understood her task,
To the woman who looked at the road ahead of her, and knew that hers would be a difficult journey.
To the woman who did not attempt to make light of those difficulties, but on the contrary, spoke out against them and made them clearly visible.
To the woman who made the lonely feel less alone, who fed those who hungered and thirsted for justice, who made the oppressor feel as bad as those he oppressed.
To the woman who always keeps her door open, her hands working, her feet moving.
To the woman who personifies the verses of that other Persian poet, Hafez, when he says:
Not even seven thousand years of joy can justify seven days of repression.
To the woman who is here tonight, may she be each and every one of us, may her example spread, may she still have many difficult days ahead, so that she can complete her work, so that, for the generations to come, the meaning of ‘injustice’ will be found only in dictionaries and never in the lives of human beings.
And may she travel slowly, because her pace is the pace of change, and change, real change, always takes a very long time.
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