Today’s memories are one of those types. I couldn’t fight with temptation of spending money for sharing them with you. I never had such experience. It was like going through stove of fire. Sun was on my face. Extreme heat and I literally started melting. Sweat all over my face and shirt. Where I should go? Where to take a taxi? Sun was really killing me. And there was my taxi. We spent a long time finding the place. Finally a military guy came from heaven and sat and finally I got off. All I can say is that it was 47C. I literally melted. I really thought I would die. Sweat was running all over my face, body. Sweat was coming from every pore. But it wasn’t over. I went out and found the bus station again. So then another 2 hours journey among burning sun and sweat was my company. I made my way to the room. I just can say I ran to a pharmacy to get a pain killer. My head was about to blow, but who cares.
I didn’t pay the greedy tour leaders and I didn’t get lost. Someone cannot make fun of me anymore.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
My lovely don gu
Sneakers in the stairs
Memories in my mind
Stuff left in the frdige
Your smell in the floor
All of them make me feel lonely
Above the rocky moutains
Shines our love
Brightens my day
Warms up my heart
With love everything is possible
It is beautiful gift for both of us
We can smile now
We can laugh, we can live
Memories in my mind
Stuff left in the frdige
Your smell in the floor
All of them make me feel lonely
Above the rocky moutains
Shines our love
Brightens my day
Warms up my heart
With love everything is possible
It is beautiful gift for both of us
We can smile now
We can laugh, we can live
Insomnia
Can't sleep. Can't eat.
May be coz of jet lag.
May be coz of hot weather.
May be coz of new school day.
I can't sleep ar honeeeeeey...
and I miss u so much...
May be coz of jet lag.
May be coz of hot weather.
May be coz of new school day.
I can't sleep ar honeeeeeey...
and I miss u so much...
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Istanbul Airport Hotel
A phone call from you.
It can be a measure of how much we are connected.
I was thinking about you all the time.
I couldnt stay at home, the feeling was so heavy to bear.
So I headed out to do some stuff.
The streets remind me of our memories.
I was thinking if you were here,
we would relax and watch a movie on your big bed.
I would support you with the pillows and my arm.
Good that you have a room. I can relax now and go to work.
When I come back, you wont be home.
But you are right, we have achieved a lot, now both of us feel secure.
You can imagine how I felt a year ago at London.
You bichy bitchy
Miss u and love u
It can be a measure of how much we are connected.
I was thinking about you all the time.
I couldnt stay at home, the feeling was so heavy to bear.
So I headed out to do some stuff.
The streets remind me of our memories.
I was thinking if you were here,
we would relax and watch a movie on your big bed.
I would support you with the pillows and my arm.
Good that you have a room. I can relax now and go to work.
When I come back, you wont be home.
But you are right, we have achieved a lot, now both of us feel secure.
You can imagine how I felt a year ago at London.
You bichy bitchy
Miss u and love u
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Happy Anniversary
Happy Anniversary
A year ago in such evening 2 people met each other;
they had no clue how this simple evening would affect their lives
A year has passed since first I met you,
a year packed with happiness, tears and rage.
Good moments and happy moments,
yet a year full so many strange events.
I am sure you never would believe the changes happened in your life
I never imagined coming to Hong Kong one day
When we look back we see a big diversity
But after one year, what we have learnt?
I learnt to believe in the miracle of having faith
To see the half full side of the glass
Good things will happen sooner or later
Everything is possible if you just believe
So the question is how much do you believe?
Happy anniversary
they had no clue how this simple evening would affect their lives
A year has passed since first I met you,
a year packed with happiness, tears and rage.
Good moments and happy moments,
yet a year full so many strange events.
I am sure you never would believe the changes happened in your life
I never imagined coming to Hong Kong one day
When we look back we see a big diversity
But after one year, what we have learnt?
I learnt to believe in the miracle of having faith
To see the half full side of the glass
Good things will happen sooner or later
Everything is possible if you just believe
So the question is how much do you believe?
Happy anniversary
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Little Fly
Little Fly
Little Fly
Thy summers play,
My thoughtless hand
Has brush'd away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink & sing;
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength & breath;
And the want
Of thought is death;
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
- by William Blake
A poem I read when I was 12. The lines come to my mind, whenever I'm confused.
Little Fly
Thy summers play,
My thoughtless hand
Has brush'd away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink & sing;
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength & breath;
And the want
Of thought is death;
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
- by William Blake
A poem I read when I was 12. The lines come to my mind, whenever I'm confused.
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