Tuesday, July 21, 2009


some people know that they know

some people know that they don't know

some people don't know that they know

some people don't know that they don't know

which one are you?

Thursday, May 21, 2009

the mermaid legend

i was sailing in the western sea

i was writing in my journal

the sea was calm,calm as my heart

the sea breeze,the sky,the sun

they were beautiful

i tried to close both of my eyes

suddenly,one of the crew was screaming

he was pointing

he was pointing on the storm

the sky was turning dark

the storm hit our ship

the ship wrecked

we're all drowning

i start to lose my consciousness

am i dreaming or something?

i bet i am

a few drowned sailors in the ocean

then i saw

a tail and fins that i saw right before i passed out

looking up,i saw long hair flowing along with the current

such a beautiful appearance as if,i'm seeing a dream or a vision

the mermaid legend

if this is a dream,please let me stay

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

a boy and apple tree

A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come & play around it everyday. He loved the tree & the tree loved to play with him.

Time went by. The little boy had grown up & he no longer played around the tree everyday. One day, the boy came back, he looked sad.

Come & play with me, tree asked the boy. I am no longer a kid, I want toys. I need money to buy them. Sorry, but I don’t have money. But you can sell all my apples. The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree & left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples.

One day, the boy returned & the tree was so excited. “Come & play with me” the tree said. “I have to work for family. We need a house for shelter”

“Sorry, but I don’t have a house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house.” So the boy cut all the branches of the tree & left happily, but the boy never came back since then.

One day, the boy returned & the tree was delighted. The boy said, “I am sad & getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. I need a boat.”

“Use my truck to build your boat”. So the boy cut the tree truck to make a boat. He went sailing & never showed up for a long time.

Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years. “Sorry, my boy. But I don’t have anything for you anymore” the tree said.

“I am too old for that now” the boy said.

“I really can’t give you anything. The only thing left is my dying roots.” the tree said with tears.

“I don’t need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years.” the boy replied.

“Good! Old tree roots is the best place to lean on & rest. Come, come sit down with me & rest.”

The boy sat down & the tree was glad & smiled with tears

Friday, February 27, 2009

1 Corinthians 13

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part,but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

all's well that ends well

i'm still wishing

i'll keep on hoping

i'll wait right here

wherever you may go

wherever you may run

because i believe in you

in the end all's well that ends well


isn’t it ironic?

we ignore the ones who adore us

adore the ones who ignore us

love the ones who hurt us

hurt the ones that love us

Monday, February 2, 2009

my dad's vision

my dad always tells me that we have a high pride

never sell our pride to anyone or anything

he told me not to take back our words

what's done it is done

we must take the consequences whatever it is

that is why i never take my words back

even if i wanted to

even if i really wanted to