~AsceticMonk

Wooden Fish got a new home yesterday. I registered asceticmonk.com and transferred everything from the old host to this new host. I have been very busy organizing and cleaning up the old journal entries, making sure everything is correct. In addition, I am in the process of modifying Kubrick to add my personal touch on my blog. So far, everything looks fine. I would like you to take some time and visit my new home, and let me know if everything is smooth and without errors. I am sure I missed some errors in somewhere, please help me find them and make Wooden Fish as bug free as possible. Thanks!

Recently I have been pretty productive in this area. QinQiShuHua and Rooster are produced in the last few days, which can be previewed in the linked screenshots. I like both of them a lot, very minimal and very clean. I also made another wallpaper called Rice Paper, which is not previewed here. I am not too satisfactory about Rice Paper, it was merely an experimental work, maybe improvements can be done in the future. These wallpapers will be released in the near future. I like to have them sit in my storage folder for awhile, just in case I want to improve them couple days after the creation.

The re-design of my site Wooden Fish has been done for awhile, I just never got a chance to write a note over here.

The re-design is aimed to give prominence to the blog entries, thus on the front page everything has been taken out and only left with my journal writing. Everything else is categorized into seperate pages.

So far I am very happy with the design, and the site has been receiving more comments than I expected. Here I thank all my friends and unknown visitors who visit and support my blog, thank you all!

After a lengthy road of hesitation and procrastination, I have finally set up my personal blog, named Wooden Fish. I chose to use the free and open source blogging tool, WordPress, and designed the site using my limited spare time after work. I am not yet fully satisfied with the site's design, but I guess I have to stuck with the current design for awhile, since I am taking a break from all the design works, and trying to concentrate more on writing.

So I hope people here who come across this, would take some time to visit my site, and post any suggestion and feedback here or on Wooden Fish. Thanks!

The storm is over; the hurricane is wrapped in yesterday. I look around, found nothing but slices of vegetable leaves, mud, and the whole city still looks a bit gloomy. Still feel cold and a bit disoriented. Walking alone on empty streets, some houses are left without roofs, gusty wind has ripped them open. Toys lying around here and there, towels and sheets hanging on dying trees. Where are the giggling smiles of running kids, where is the pot of gold at the end of rainbow? I feel the humidity of the air, embracing me from inside out, I feel a chill going down my spine. Destroyed, I am, lost, tell me what to feel, tell me the answers.

You don't understand! That's ok, I don't understand either. I don't understand a lot of things, and I am not going to bother myself to understand them. For a person who doesn't understand self, how can he/she understand others and other things? Question, question, I've been strangled by them since the moment of my birth. What am I? What is the purpose of life? What is my destiny, or is there destiny at all? Every question mark tries to pierce my delicate skin, like a sharp needle penetrating flesh slowly, regardless of the crying from its victim.

It is dark, at this point it is. I live everyday of my life like a puppet, without knowing the flow of time, the task I've achieved, the people I've spoken with. I've done a lot, but at the end of each day I found them coming back at me like a big joke, mocking me. Nevertheless, I do not feel sad, depressed, pain, despair or the impulsion of crying, and this feeling does scare me. I feel calm to a point that I think I am actually feeling nothing. Have you ever felt nothing? Do you even know that nothing can be felt? I was busy to escape the pain, now I am busy because an unknown reason, a reason that I don't even know. Is it sad? Tell me please, because I don't know how to feel.

Have you seen my city? Empty, desolate, destroyed, and I am not planning to rebuild it. I don't even know whether I am still alive, or maybe this whole thing is just another ephemeral dream, when sun rises from the east, the entire world evaporates in front me, leaving just a drop of dew in my palm, but it tastes salty rather than sweet.