lights
shimmering
through the trees
as cars drive by.

vroom.

ord lo!

finally, the weekend! =D

i've been taking more and more photos with friends recently, some of the photos that i like are here.

dont forget to comment! heh.

lalalaa christmas season is here! and my blog's not dead. XP

nicholas sprayed chanel number 5 on my uniform yesterday! and i had to endure the smell for the whole duty. eee.

.. knowing that you have to do duty on a sunday, when u could have slept in and did nothing the whole day long. =(

i came across some of the poems written by keiko abe in my com just a while ago,

i believe they were all written in jap by her, then translated
hence the not-so-proper english.

but i believe the 'translation' somehow brings out a certain magic in the poems,
something unique
and i thought i might want to share them with you.

the translator's name was too small
so i could only see the initials. heh.

sitting on the seashore
i draw pictures in the sand,
and i write the names of people
i have known.

in brief moments of my life, i met people.
they stopped by me,
smiled at me
and walked away.
the faint sound of the sand
disappears into the distant waves
and i hear only the sound of the waves over and over.

at the end of the day
the sun sets in brilliant colors.
we pass away
and with the coming of the tide
a new life is born again.

while we are born
and pass away,
the sound of the waves
remains the same today and forever,
as they have been
for thousands of years

i am
a traveler, just a traveler,
rather unremarkable

on the mountain path
trees overhang the narrow places
their branches sweeping down to cover my body
if the may wind pauses in such a place
to caress me, and cool the sweat on my cheek
it is enough

or down by the sea
white waves dancing like birds
rising in a storm
the smell of the shore
calls my consciousness awake
if in such a place
there is a harbor promising sleep
it is enough

the suffering
passed through like a tunnel
morning sun leaking through the trees
radiant, awesome, pure
if on such a morning
a cloudless morning shines also in your eyes
it is enough

if, at the parting of ways
i can laugh
and say that you too
have made a journey
it is enough, and more

a traveler, just a traveler.
rather unremarkable.