I walked the distant road,

Went through the steep slopes,

Worried I might slither and fall,

I passed through the forests, terrifying and deep,

Thinking I might lose my sight or fall sleep,

I wondered through the dark nights,

Not knowing when I might see the light,

I stepped on several stones,

Slipped and fell with injured soul,

I only knew one thing, to hope,

Along my path I met people,

In pain, drowned in their tears

Praying to find solace and peace,

I saw a deem light of hope in their eyes,

Wondering why…..

I looked at myself, my wounds,

Ah this gash will heal soon,

I shouted "What’s wrong with you?"

Later, on my way home,

I saw everyone taking the same road,

Some tearful, some not,

Some hopeful, and some still looking up,

I saw everyone taking the same road,

Knowing that they’re not alone…..

I had never been so sleepy at work.  I practically pass out while looking at the monitor.  I know I am tired but not to this extent.  I guess when you are sad your brain becomes lazy and tired too, so it stops functioning and want to rest too...I don't blame my brain...

I've been abusing my brain and my body so very much recently and now they both are not responding, protesting to me.  It's funny, I know the moment I get home I won't be sleepy any more, so I keep moving and cooking and all that.  I know I will forget how tired I've been all day...oh Well...

I better call the curtain and bid farewell for now.....

Long weekend came and went.  I am really tired and sleepy but I had a good time until yesterday when I heard my dear friend's cancer is back and this time it hit her brain :................(

I am sad and don't know what to do, I can't concentrate and I wished I was in bed reaidng and could forget everything...

Why????

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Trying to write something, My mind  isn’t working, My heart feels empty, I am happy that I am not sad, I am relieved that I don’t worry, But why sadness makes me write?

I am bored, or may be not, May be I have not enough to do at work. I used to be busy all day, till I changed my job, thinking it’s time to relax, and not to worry all day and all night.  I guess I am not used to that either, I guess I have to have a heavy workload to be content.  Isn’t it sad? People usually try to have an easy job, with me it is the opposite.  It’s like give me more or else I get bored.  Give me something challenging that I would have to use my head, come up with ideas, worried sick about the deadlines.  I am sick. I should be happy that I have a job in this economy.  I know I am being unappreciative and arrogant.  But I am neither.  I guess the recent vacation took me away from the daily routine and may be I realized that there is another kind of life.  I don’t know.  All I know is I want to be somewhere else, I want to attain my life dream, I want to be able to travel all the time, to see the world, to dine with locals and live like them.  I know this requires a lot of money and I don’t have it.  So what is my dream, to have a lot of money or to travel? But one without the other is impossible.  I know I am just babbling, may be if I had a workload I would not be so idle and BS.  I know I wanted to write to translate my thoughts into words, words that would later look silly.  What would have happen if my dreams come true? The world would turn upside down?  The poor would get poorer? Come on so many dreams come true, why not mine?  How can I turn my dreams into reality?  I mean I like to travel but I have to have a job to survive, so how on earth can I turn my dreams into reality if I am constantly bound my financial situation? So it is bullshit to say if you dream you get what you want.  I guess I better stop now before I say more ridiculous things.  This entire page is inane.  I just want to gibber. 

I JUST LOVE THIS PICTURE :)

A memorable moment.

Sometimes in the dark corners of the past, you sleepwalk and inadvertently open a box that had been locked for so many years.  It contains images from the past that you tried to forget.  You pull an image among so many that has filled the box, and look at it.  A happy family that is built on would be ruins of another.  Three generations of shameless, unsympathetic, ruthless, crude people without an ounce of integrity.  You see the two accomplices, hugging shamelessly and smiling.  It seems that nobody realizes that there is a third and the fourth person living somewhere far, believing that they have a life.   You don’t know what to think, you ask “How could they?”  You wonder what the old woman is teaching her mature children and her teenage grand daughter.  How could the adults in this picture explain the presence of that person when there is another? 

How is that possible? Where is their humanity, where is their integrity? Where is their veracity? What are they teaching this teenager? That it is ok to cheat.  What would they teach her later? That it’s alright to do wrong to others but others can’t and should not be allowed to do the same wrong to us?

The eyes are filled with a drop of tear but they didn’t descend, for it would have given the image a weigh, a value, an importance.

I woke up to hear a good news; my niece had a baby girl, so I became a grand aunt..:)

I walked in the parking lot early in the morning and I saw two ducks sitting right in front of the office building..:) I was shocked, but then, I thought all signs of blessing are right in front of my eyes. 

I still have jet lag..but it's ok.  I had a great dream vacation.  So I have no right to complain.