14 February 2009


Sitting by the window
looking at the sky
What can I see?
A star shines upon me. a cloud rounds the star and the sky looks unsually beautiful
I wonder what is this feeling of easiness and peace
Yet another day has ended....
and I am again the same
Sitting by the window
looking at the sky
thinking about nothing
What can I do?
The wind cools me down, the cold makes me shiver and the sky looks darker now
I wonder what is this feeling of nostalgia and sadness
Yet another night comes.....
and I am still the same
Sitting by the window
looking at the sky
thinking about nothing
dreaming of a sky from the distant future


What a beautiful word. Difficult to define, like every emotion and feeling, but the most hard to define from them all.
It's scientifically proved that people in love would only care about the one they love. That is, they have less probability of looking to other person of the opposite gender no matter how wonderful they are.

Walking down a street in a small town, looking around myself, I begin to wonder....... Love, must be a good feeling. I have just finished reading "The Unlikely Romance of Kate Kill Bjorkman", by Louise Plummer. It was definetely highly unlikely to happen, but who knows. It's not like Love is a logical thing. But the memory of that book left a good feeling.
In this happy afternoon, the sun lit everything, even my soul. This sun is a wonder in the winter, it's a true gift.
I wonder if love is also a gift.
Wondering does not help, how about treasuring every moment? be it bad or good.

2 February 2009


Ah.......Another has gone flying. I'm getting old......do not want that.....

There was a time that I heard saying that the childhood is the Golden age. Thinking back, I think most people say that. I don't know why, but I think it's not true. People may say that children have no worries, so they are happy. I say different. Maybe newborns don't think, but children do think and have their worries.

I can still remember worries of my past self. I wrote them down so I'd never forget about what's being a child. Children only worry about petty things, I remember someone saying that. True. But..........only to those who are outsiders. I'd rather be satisfied if I had also heard a child denying that someone saying that adults'd worry over things even more meaningless. But I'm straying from what I wanted.

February 2nd was my birthday.
I was pretty happy. It's not like many people remembered but at least some remebered.
At night, when my mother returned with my birthday cake. It was a nice small wallnut chocolate cake. When tasting it, I thought to myself that cakes were a nice tradtion.
Then, I wondered who would be the person that began with the idea of having birthday cake. I know it is done since Ancient Roman times, but who would be the genius?
It really was a great idea. Though I do not live in the Ancient Roman times, I want to congratulate the person who demanded the first birthday cake.
"Thank you and Congratulations", if any of descendants of this very person are around here.

And so......I entered the age when I've heard people call the Rain season, leaving the Flower season behind.