Rummaging through wads of old artwork (I’d like to imagine them as tangible ones on paper, rather than digital) in my harddisk, a painting stood out and it occurred to me that I never finished what I intended to. Acrylic on canvas. The carefully painted image of Leslie as Ho Po-wing still comes on strong; incomplete, yet I’m satisfied with it in another way. And then there’s the blog entry written in 2006; I’m 4 years late.

I can’t see me lovin’ nobody but you
For all my life
When you’re with me, baby the skies’ll be blue
For all my life

So happy together.