simple thoughts

Difficult days that just passed,
Rains are gone, with clearer sky,
Together with you, 4 months had passed,
Moved me greatest with love in my heart.

Helplessly in love with you, I cant deny,
Unceasing love to you, would never die,
A secret hope, and a little self-lie ,
Beside you, I hope one day I can lie.

Road to the past, I want to take,
Long drive to Paris, weekly exploration of vinohrady,
Can we ever re-make?
This decision I hate to take,
So, a happy life I hope to see u make.

One man's island

You move about, getting busy with stuff, thinking that you are sacrificing yourself for the people you care about, to find people actually perceive you as childish and selfish. It is all about who then? Yourself or others? Ever find yourself in such situation?

This might be what the Psychologist called, self-sympathy. Everytime, thinking yourself as a victim in every situation. In some culture, it is very much appreciated, especially among women, who generally is expected to play the role of a helpless one, needing guidance. However, excessiveness will make people burdened. So, it is good time to put a stop. How?

Deny yourself, even when you are suffering. Nobody would enjoy seeing other's pain and suffering. In a cosmopolitian society, everything should be kept personal. Why trouble others with your own problem. To them, it is not a problem at all. Just wear your smile and forget it all. As time goes, the problem (you so think) will go away too. Make your way, stand firm, and you shall command the respect of the world.

Living in the grave

A month later....from the day of stepping out of Prague and back to the city where lives do not stop. So, where are we now?

Surprisingly, even as the days go, people age, things get older, the position of the earth has moved, but I am still where i was. Enjoying the cosiness from the depth of the grave. Dont misunderstand me, life is not that much of a misery...although they are necessary to smooth the edges of life.

I thought I was more careful, burying myself in a grave. No external dangers and no temptation to fall into. It works well, till you walked into my life. Ever since, life is not even like roller coaster. You take me out of my grave, gave me fun and hope, only to send me back deep down there. Each moment I spent out of grave is like heaven, filled with honey, joy and laughter, but when reaching back to the pit which I dug earlier, is torturous. Why do I let you do that? I wonder, I don’t know, but I like to know.

But one thing, I do really have to say is thank you for the wonderful two weeks. It is especially nice, after the two weeks in Malaysia it made me feel good about coming back to Prague. However, as we all know, all people will one day wake up to reality, out of dream. So, here we are now. Not so bad, that I cant handle. Or, at least, that’s my secret hope.


Two weeks of dreams came and gone...here i am back in the grave. what is left, is a pullover with sweet perfume you wore earlier. there is always never more burden than you can carry. Just waiting on the next wake up call from the depth to taste the taste of life before to be sent back here again. Life...how to keep sanity of life?