If this is what you want

How do you feel?
What do you want?
Why do these questions confront me like a hurricane arising from within? Why have I forgotten how it last felt to be really sad? Why have I lost touch with the last defined happiness? Can the lost ever be found and be the same when found? Why do the graphic memories of pain appear distant and forbidden? Why am I then feeling surges of pain that arrest my heart as I thread between memory and reality? Why did the former passion go into hiding and swear never to appear again? Why does the equilibrium get shaken when it has promised to be stable, good and unfrightened for a long time? The familiar pain is the remnant of the past and is back again, but I choose to be braver than I believe.

Absolute greatness
Unceasing power
Jesus I love
The throne of my life

The soul finally finds rest 101211

this moment

Memories deep under Flowers but wither Sigh, waiting will I Hope must become bigger Love makes me stronger Rain, pls wash away my tears Sew up the wounds pried open Say to me you have not forgotten me Paint, another canvas Make me one day Like dreams come true.

How I really love the sky

Larkin Step (Ling Kai)

God he turned and walked away
I couldn't think of what to say
When we plane engines fall through your roof
And I broke my knee while walking down the street that I live in
While no one was passing by

Chorus:
Life moves along and it trickles down the cheeks of every beautiful boy
Time comes along and it breaks every bone in your spine

Into the flight of night
Insomnia strikes and hopes alight
We set ourselves up to fall
So we stargaze and we write down all the things that we'll do
Fall into the river our pockets full of stones
Full of stones..

Chorus:
Life moves along and it trickles down the cheeks of every beautiful boy
Time comes along and it breaks every bone in your spine

Season of Life

I see gaps.
I have grown much.
I think it's time.

My ideal pretty things in life

One Day

I will soar.

Us

I wish that...

Christian Biecher says the best and worst thing about architecture is Sustainability-- it forces us to look for new forms that will remain original in years to come and also face the challenges of climate conditions and social balance. It's also the worst thing because buildings tend to look the same all over the planet."

Chinese New Year

Sunshine on my shoulders. I got to get this right.

Moments that I feel

Each day, I try to be closer to a purpose. I drift into gaps of doubts and plunge into pools of emotions. The mind rattles about this existence that I am living. I try to lean towards hope. And the hope that I have is a love found so needed. What lies ahead can be a blur at times, but I must choose to see the little parts that are possibly greater than the whole.

New Hope

‎"All I needed to know was that we could have a hope and future together.Even if you have to mend nets and fish for the day and I to walk distances for work, I will do it, simply because we are together."

Tokyo 081210 to 191210

Love can be a giant ferris wheel.

Happy Anniversary 2010

Intense

The year is looking like it is coming to a close. The rains are here and they moisten the soil like massaging the souls of everyone. 2010 is but a year, and there will be another year soon. Next year, there must be change. Radical, if not moderate. I'm leaving this year at this point, like a departure from the heavy periods of intensity that are roaring inside me. I have been reading Murakami. And I thought that it is rare to be connecting with this little part of the book. From Norwegian Wood, it reads:
'Please forgive me for not answering sooner. But try to understand. It took me a very long time before I was in any condition to write, and I have started this letter at least ten times. Writing is a painful process for me.'

"I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?"
— Haruki Murakami (Norwegian Wood)

At the heart of every soul,we are extremely insecure creatures with chronic low self-esteems. We easily admit our weaknesses and conceal them with our so-called strengths. Hindered by our blindspots, we don't go past a day without them.We live by consoling ourselves with affirmations, praises and compliments. We believe this is life. By an accident of sort,we discover our greatest strength could actually be our greatest weakness, we wail,and are severely punished by this inborn helplessness.

October babies

At its most primary level, Ader's art is concerned with falling and failing, searching and sadness. But in dealing with these tragic themes, the artist always remained a detached participant, manipulating his media and his body. He remained aware of his ultimate inability to express the sadness he found in the sublime. This failure, which may have deterred him, instead became the focus of his work.