Nov8, just as expected, would not have had and could not be spend without thinking of you with a smile on my face. Again, it was done in the midst of all the things I had to do about my private and work life.
THAT IS how important/dear you are to me. Thank you so much for being who you are and letting me be who I am. As always, wishing you the best-est of all that life can offer, dear. And here's a tribute with the song we like to mumble and laugh together:
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
A cute poem
I finally remembered seeing on one of my English textbooks. Must have came to my mind after having read about the rose and the prince
The House Is Not The Same Since You Left
The cooker is angry - it blames me
The TV tries desperately to stay busy
but occasionally I catch it staring out the window
The washing-up's feeling sorry for itself again
it just sits there saying
"What's the point, what's the point?"
The curtains count the days
Nothing in the house will talk to me
I think your armchair's dead
The kettle tried to comfort me at first
but you know what it's attention span is like
I've not told the plants yet
They think you're still on holiday
The bathroom misses you
I hardly see it these days
It still can't believe you didn't take it with you
The bedroom won't even look at me
since you left it keeps it's eyes closed
all it wants to do is sleep, remembering better times
trying to loose itself in dreams
it seems like it's taken the easy way out
but at night I hear the pillows
weeping into the sheets
Henry Normal
Wish I could fly
The House Is Not The Same Since You Left
The cooker is angry - it blames me
The TV tries desperately to stay busy
but occasionally I catch it staring out the window
The washing-up's feeling sorry for itself again
it just sits there saying
"What's the point, what's the point?"
The curtains count the days
Nothing in the house will talk to me
I think your armchair's dead
The kettle tried to comfort me at first
but you know what it's attention span is like
I've not told the plants yet
They think you're still on holiday
The bathroom misses you
I hardly see it these days
It still can't believe you didn't take it with you
The bedroom won't even look at me
since you left it keeps it's eyes closed
all it wants to do is sleep, remembering better times
trying to loose itself in dreams
it seems like it's taken the easy way out
but at night I hear the pillows
weeping into the sheets
Henry Normal
Wish I could fly
Friday, October 2, 2009
Being born
ALONE makes us caught up in this endless (as long as we're alive and of sound mind) chain ... we assume responsibilities, ONLY because we are born ... it is in/throughout our whole-being to have a purpose in life ... to live WITH it ... lucky and hardworking are the ones who've sought it out ... found it ... fought for it ... lived (even if shortly) WITH it
JUST BY BEING BORN we're chained ... part of what we make out of this CHAIN is up to us
the sooner we realize there is a limit to what we can and cannot change the better. Because only then we would be able to make decisions as rational as possible as soon as possible.
decision-->choices-->crossroads-->open roads
JUST BY BEING BORN we're chained ... part of what we make out of this CHAIN is up to us
the sooner we realize there is a limit to what we can and cannot change the better. Because only then we would be able to make decisions as rational as possible as soon as possible.
decision-->choices-->crossroads-->open roads
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Capture the moment
Yesterday it snowed in UB and was supposedly -1 degrees... unlike the day before that was +28. This is how often and dramatically the weather can change in Mongolia. I guess, in a way, so does life.
Me being me, could not help but SMS some of my friends with the "great news", thought of taking my dog for a walk (which usually my lil' brother does)just to her the shrieking sound of my feet on the snow, knowing that climbing up to Zaisan, for instance, for better view and fuller experience would not only be sort of complicated plus cold, hehe. When heading home asked the drivers if I can keep the window open to see the snowflakes falling and was looked at weirdly by the driver and the lady in the passenger seat. When the car has stopped before a big traffic light, one of the few guys who seemed to be in their 20s, thought I was laughing at them when in fact I was smiling, happy with the snow, the signal of winter soon coming, and praying the winter to have that much if not more snow in a way that many people in the countryside would not suffer. Oh well, I might have had the goofy smile on my face and when one of the guys came closer to the car "What the heck are you staring at, you ..." I didn't even bulge.
If it was not for the snow and the mood, first of all, unless the taxi smelled bad and/or stank with cigarette, I would not even open the window. Even further, I would be so scared if I heard the same thing from similar people that I would close the window immediately and move further to the left side of the car. But yesterday I did not.
Why, just cause I was living the moment, enjoying the snow to the fullest. Snow, so white and so clean, simple yet so beautiful, expected yet also "celebrated" at least by people like me. As I was SMS-ing a friend, all it takes to enjoy it, is to notice, acknowledge and rejoice. Whereas, so many of us often forget that "Best things is life are for free" and work so hard to be able to take pleasure in material, artificial things in/or life/world.
Blessed to have been born in place with snow.
Today, walked for about 20 minutes. Although there was not much snow to leave my prints and listen to the sound of, was kind of chilly even with turtleneck and leather jacket, nevertheless the walking was enjoyed. Right after sunset, the sky looked like a work of art, getting brighter and redder as it approached its horizon, till then random mix of colors, shade and shapes ...
The interesting thing is, may be not exactly the same, but the sky (being part of the generous nature and unlike us human beings doesn't stupidly try slow and/or stop some natural process) must be interesting (to put it neutrally), the only thing is we're usually too caught up in our life "the other, usually "important" things",
too busy to notice and working hard ... thinking when I have worked hard enough earned much enough will get out of here/town/Mongolia even to enjoy beautiful nature etc.,
Back to my walking, for a moment there I thought I should've brought my camera. Then again, when I didn't even bother to go to the balcony and try and take some picture of the snow, why bother now. And realized, it is not about leaving some evidence, and now that I come to think of it, the best moments, cherished memories does not always leave tangible evidence/material traces like pictures taken of, let alone video-taped. It's just in the nature of these things that you have a clear mental picture of them to go back to whenever you want to. Just like Viktor Frankl did go back to images of his wife, when tortured, humiliated beyond imagination at the Nazi concentration camp ...
A fine week-end it has been. Obviously next week will be busier
Me being me, could not help but SMS some of my friends with the "great news", thought of taking my dog for a walk (which usually my lil' brother does)just to her the shrieking sound of my feet on the snow, knowing that climbing up to Zaisan, for instance, for better view and fuller experience would not only be sort of complicated plus cold, hehe. When heading home asked the drivers if I can keep the window open to see the snowflakes falling and was looked at weirdly by the driver and the lady in the passenger seat. When the car has stopped before a big traffic light, one of the few guys who seemed to be in their 20s, thought I was laughing at them when in fact I was smiling, happy with the snow, the signal of winter soon coming, and praying the winter to have that much if not more snow in a way that many people in the countryside would not suffer. Oh well, I might have had the goofy smile on my face and when one of the guys came closer to the car "What the heck are you staring at, you ..." I didn't even bulge.
If it was not for the snow and the mood, first of all, unless the taxi smelled bad and/or stank with cigarette, I would not even open the window. Even further, I would be so scared if I heard the same thing from similar people that I would close the window immediately and move further to the left side of the car. But yesterday I did not.
Why, just cause I was living the moment, enjoying the snow to the fullest. Snow, so white and so clean, simple yet so beautiful, expected yet also "celebrated" at least by people like me. As I was SMS-ing a friend, all it takes to enjoy it, is to notice, acknowledge and rejoice. Whereas, so many of us often forget that "Best things is life are for free" and work so hard to be able to take pleasure in material, artificial things in/or life/world.
Blessed to have been born in place with snow.
Today, walked for about 20 minutes. Although there was not much snow to leave my prints and listen to the sound of, was kind of chilly even with turtleneck and leather jacket, nevertheless the walking was enjoyed. Right after sunset, the sky looked like a work of art, getting brighter and redder as it approached its horizon, till then random mix of colors, shade and shapes ...
The interesting thing is, may be not exactly the same, but the sky (being part of the generous nature and unlike us human beings doesn't stupidly try slow and/or stop some natural process) must be interesting (to put it neutrally), the only thing is we're usually too caught up in our life "the other, usually "important" things",
too busy to notice and working hard ... thinking when I have worked hard enough earned much enough will get out of here/town/Mongolia even to enjoy beautiful nature etc.,
Back to my walking, for a moment there I thought I should've brought my camera. Then again, when I didn't even bother to go to the balcony and try and take some picture of the snow, why bother now. And realized, it is not about leaving some evidence, and now that I come to think of it, the best moments, cherished memories does not always leave tangible evidence/material traces like pictures taken of, let alone video-taped. It's just in the nature of these things that you have a clear mental picture of them to go back to whenever you want to. Just like Viktor Frankl did go back to images of his wife, when tortured, humiliated beyond imagination at the Nazi concentration camp ...
A fine week-end it has been. Obviously next week will be busier
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Faith
"Faith as in?" one might ask.
Faith in more than one sense of the word.
The reason I came to think all these weird, random unorganized thoughts was I was not feeling for some time and somehow all the thoughts came to this.
- From the religious point of view, the furthest I would go to define myself, if I have to would be "aspiring Buddhist" as I can neither be ignorant nor am I well-learnt in the subject. That being said, I don't justify this "buddhism", "shamanism" that has become more like business networks these days. However, could not help being happy, grateful and spoilt to have my grandmother to pray for me (including the paid "chanting service") when she went to the Buddhist monastery regardless of her weak knee.
Although, I could not but doubt the monks (the paid ones) really concentrated with all their might and spirit/heart about the "chanting" to make it work like mantra, so that the accumulation of the energy would do the wonder as it is supposed to (ideally), my grandma's sincere wish must have worked.
- About a year ago, I read a Yahoo Health article about a long-term effect of vitamin intakes. The article concluded the result of rather long-term observation over two groups consisting of equal number of people, one constantly taking vitamins and other not, did not reveal much difference in their overall well-being. But, when it is my mum worrying about me, with her oftentimes-accurate-diagnosis, saying it is my immune system sort of weak owing to lack of sleep and extreme workload, has bought me different vitamins, all I could do was be grateful and take the vitamins and I was totally convinced that it will work better than the expensive drugs I would have been prescribed otherwise.
- With of all the idea/practice of "placebo effect" aside, any piece you can find even on most recent medical science would tell you about the extraordinary power the body itself has to prevent and to fight when necessary the illnesses. If you believe that all it takes is believing in that power, it is better to believe than not to.
As it shows we can always choose not to have FAITH about all these things as we have that FREEDOM, too
the freedom
(to)
keep the faith
Faith in more than one sense of the word.
The reason I came to think all these weird, random unorganized thoughts was I was not feeling for some time and somehow all the thoughts came to this.
- From the religious point of view, the furthest I would go to define myself, if I have to would be "aspiring Buddhist" as I can neither be ignorant nor am I well-learnt in the subject. That being said, I don't justify this "buddhism", "shamanism" that has become more like business networks these days. However, could not help being happy, grateful and spoilt to have my grandmother to pray for me (including the paid "chanting service") when she went to the Buddhist monastery regardless of her weak knee.
Although, I could not but doubt the monks (the paid ones) really concentrated with all their might and spirit/heart about the "chanting" to make it work like mantra, so that the accumulation of the energy would do the wonder as it is supposed to (ideally), my grandma's sincere wish must have worked.
- About a year ago, I read a Yahoo Health article about a long-term effect of vitamin intakes. The article concluded the result of rather long-term observation over two groups consisting of equal number of people, one constantly taking vitamins and other not, did not reveal much difference in their overall well-being. But, when it is my mum worrying about me, with her oftentimes-accurate-diagnosis, saying it is my immune system sort of weak owing to lack of sleep and extreme workload, has bought me different vitamins, all I could do was be grateful and take the vitamins and I was totally convinced that it will work better than the expensive drugs I would have been prescribed otherwise.
- With of all the idea/practice of "placebo effect" aside, any piece you can find even on most recent medical science would tell you about the extraordinary power the body itself has to prevent and to fight when necessary the illnesses. If you believe that all it takes is believing in that power, it is better to believe than not to.
As it shows we can always choose not to have FAITH about all these things as we have that FREEDOM, too
the freedom
(to)
keep the faith
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
I really don't like this
weak-me. Cannot even tell for sure, if it's the sudden change of weather circumstances, allergy (of what?), or cold. Obviously it is cannot be the N1H1.
It must the exhaustion ... both physically and emotionally. The 3-4 hours of not-really-quality-sleep, all the work and the traveling and commuting (taxi is just way too costly even in Nagoya, let alone Tokyo)
...
was how I was starting my blog entry. But now I am in far better shape and all business-like, except for my running nose that is :D
Now that I can think of the trip to Japan with clearer heads, cannot help being amazed with my strength. There is a huge difference between looking and things and people through a foreign student's eyes and those of a business delegation. Even about some people, I could not help thinking "If that's how he would be/act at work, too, we would/not need someone like him." The very short time was to be used to the greatest possible effect and me having all those friends could not just not inform them, even if late, about me being there. That lead to some late night get- togethers, which meant less and less time for me to take nap.
The following mornings, I woke up usually without the need of the alarm, with red eyes, but even with not much to eat since I had much of neither time nor appetite, my poor body cooped so well that I almost wanted to be proud of it.
The energizer also for the otherwise-hectic trip were the trans/electro music thankfully copied to my iPod by my brother. Shower, some water, a mouthful of yogurt/juice and I was up and going, heading for the first place to be there with the music playing in my ears.
If to believe, what many people including my mum criticize such genres of music and the listeners the music with exact same beat, which at times sound like I.V machines and the listeners are like some sort of robots
IF to believe. that I was acting very zombie like obviously. Form-wise that might be the case, but I knew I was very different and very live and conscious of all the things: tried to make the music not too loud esp. when commuting as to be not to be considered as noise pollution, what was more interesting was even the very nature of the otherwise-can-be-nagging music, could not keep my mind and heart of all the things that had/had to/yet had to happen to/around me.
Thanks again for existing of such music, my brother who unintentionally made such trance-like experience possible, also the chance to be on this trip as a whole.
I'm gonna RIDE LIKE THE WIND ...
It must the exhaustion ... both physically and emotionally. The 3-4 hours of not-really-quality-sleep, all the work and the traveling and commuting (taxi is just way too costly even in Nagoya, let alone Tokyo)
...
was how I was starting my blog entry. But now I am in far better shape and all business-like, except for my running nose that is :D
Now that I can think of the trip to Japan with clearer heads, cannot help being amazed with my strength. There is a huge difference between looking and things and people through a foreign student's eyes and those of a business delegation. Even about some people, I could not help thinking "If that's how he would be/act at work, too, we would/not need someone like him." The very short time was to be used to the greatest possible effect and me having all those friends could not just not inform them, even if late, about me being there. That lead to some late night get- togethers, which meant less and less time for me to take nap.
The following mornings, I woke up usually without the need of the alarm, with red eyes, but even with not much to eat since I had much of neither time nor appetite, my poor body cooped so well that I almost wanted to be proud of it.
The energizer also for the otherwise-hectic trip were the trans/electro music thankfully copied to my iPod by my brother. Shower, some water, a mouthful of yogurt/juice and I was up and going, heading for the first place to be there with the music playing in my ears.
If to believe, what many people including my mum criticize such genres of music and the listeners the music with exact same beat, which at times sound like I.V machines and the listeners are like some sort of robots
IF to believe. that I was acting very zombie like obviously. Form-wise that might be the case, but I knew I was very different and very live and conscious of all the things: tried to make the music not too loud esp. when commuting as to be not to be considered as noise pollution, what was more interesting was even the very nature of the otherwise-can-be-nagging music, could not keep my mind and heart of all the things that had/had to/yet had to happen to/around me.
Thanks again for existing of such music, my brother who unintentionally made such trance-like experience possible, also the chance to be on this trip as a whole.
I'm gonna RIDE LIKE THE WIND ...
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