Bubbles,
Transparent and fragile,
Flying towards the sky and transform into stars.
Bubbles,
Round and complete,
Like everlasting dreams that foretell my wish.
One day, I will blow the bubbles again,
And this time they will all form the shape of my heart
with love.
One, two, three, four, five
Your fingers and also mine
Are intertwining.
Monochrome,
Plain and monotonous,
Drifting, flowing, wandering...
And then you step into my life,
Colouring, inspiring, adoring,
Radiant and vibrant,
Rainbow.
Hey, do you think that life is funny?
We're always online, in front of the computer for hours, stick to that tiny phone
trying to "keep in touch" with our dearies on the other half of the globe
while ignoring those that are actually there around us;
and when, again, we have to bid farewell to those whose physical existence have been there for ages
we start forming and bonding our connection with them through the virtual gates.
Nothing is short-distance.
Everything seems to have more meaning if it's "online".
Will our hearts be replaced with complicated microchip systems in the future as well?
What a funny world...
Ah oui, c'est Valentin en fin! Joyeux anniversaire maman!! T'es tousjours la personne qui j'aime le plus!! Je t'aime vraiment serieusement franchement beaucoup!!!! J'espere que tu vas toujours etre heureuse et contente!
Valentine's Day.
As usual, I go around spreading pieces of chocolate imprinted with images of Switzerland on their papers like Santa Claus doing his X-mas duty. Everyone was happy and surprised. Now that's MY Valentine's present: to give and feel the love of it.
But somehow at the end of the day, there was this tint of melancholy gently swimming deep within the bottom of my heart.
I was about to cry. But hold on, strong girls don't cry, and I know I'm strong. So forget about that cheesy act.
Now left all alone in my new comfy room, I wonder
when will I find that empty piece to fill my heart?
Anyway...
May love stay within everyone's heart always...
I was so lonely when I first came.
I hated the place,
I hated the work,
I hated the people,
I hate the country.
And I saw you,
White and furry,
"ferosh rather cute" with sharp bright eyes.
I don't remember how exactly since when
but I started feeding you,
therefore started our friendship,
a special bond that needs no common language to be made.
I still remember those fine summer days,
with flowers and grass and tree,
and the wind and the sun,
and you eating like there's no tomorrow next to me,
sometimes suddenly remember that you need to be adorable
in order to guarantee the next meals.
How much I miss it,
when you smoothly rubbed yourself around my feet,
leaving white furs all over my pants,
and meowed all the time ever since whenever you see me,
asking for croquets and pâtés.
Oh how can one forget,
the adorable you,
having your lazy nap in a nice warm afternoon,
with eyes closed tight,
and your chubby white body curled up
like a big white hairy ball right at the gate.
I will never forget that day,
the last day of October,
an extremely beautiful day,
with cool air, sun rays and the marvelous colour board of Autumn
when I knew that you were no longer there,
no longer sleeping lazily at the front gate,
no longer meowing asking for food,
no longer... no longer...
No longer loneliness.
No longer homeless nights, cold and wet, hungry and sad.
You were free,
though in the most painful way, but your soul can finally relax.
I believe in His Holiness,
I believe in Heaven.
Thus, as sad as I am and as many tears as I've shed,
I'm truly glad, knowing that you're happy and free up there,
with angels and saints, and spirits and souls.
I am sorry that in the last few weeks of your life, I tend to busy myself with things that shouldn't have occupied my life that much,
I am sorry that I indeed forgot about you a bit more often, thinking that you'd be fine as there were other nice people who also loved you just as much,
and
thank you,
for everything,
my little white cat.
I love you.
Adieu ma petite amie,
tu vivras à jamais dans mon coeur...Please rest in peace,
and may God bless your soul.
Amen.
Three years in a lifetime is like three seconds within a year.
Life is way longer than that.
I'm utterly grateful to be born a world traveler, an exciting life that many people are craving for.
Truly fascinating indeed, and also remain within, this constant depth of loneliness...
I am lonely.
This is the life that I chose. This is the decision that was made,
the path that was chosen to be taken.
I believe, you believe, we all believe that enduring these pains and sorrows will definitely lead us to happiness.
True.
And occasionally sad...
I keep on working, studying, exploring, trying to enjoy this life of a world traveler to the fullest,
partly just to cover this bleeding emptiness in my heart.
I wish to fall in love.
But the more I travel, more experience gained, more things observed, my insights of life are deepened.
All to make this heart closes itself more from others.
And even when I happened to fall in love,
I forbid myself for I'm wrapped with timid shyness and obsessed with a sad past of the heart.
But well, after all,
who can keep the rapid pace of such a world traveler, right?
