Friday, April 22, 2011

First love

When is your first love
Is it when you first fall in love
Or is it when you truly lose yourself in love
Can you ever forget your first love
Promise me my love
You'll never forget our love
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Puppy love

The thrill of puppy love
Is a feeling we never forget
We all yearn for feeling
That reminds us of our puppy love
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Wednesday, April 20, 2011


What happen to you when you die
What happen to me when I die
Do we fear death
Or should we fear feeling dead more than death
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Sunday, April 17, 2011


Woke up wishing it was more than a dream
Lingering to every detail
Wishing to capture the dream
Embracing every detail
Lamenting it is but a dream

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Restless when I am not busy

After full week of work which included 1 day trip to Singapore and a client dinner, I was eagerly waiting for Friday.

Yet I didn't know what I wanted to do. There were so many things I planned to do but yet nothing that I really wanted to do. I wanted to go home early to rest cos I told myself my body needed it. This conflicted with a little voice telling me I ought to be ought spending time socializing. After all it's Friday! I needed a hair cut, yearned for a massage, wanted to spend time with my kids and missed reading and writing. Did I mention there was another office function which I was invited?

With all these thoughts going in my mind, I became restless. I was not enjoying the people I was with instead wishing I was doing ten other things. No doubt they didn't enjoy me too given I was not the most engaging company.

Realized I am so addicted to busyness that when I have idle time I packed them up with activities. Instead of simply enjoying the present, I run around doing one things after another. And when I don't have anything to do, I line up my mind with things I wish I get to do. This sounds bizarre but I am restless when I am not busy.

Friday, April 8, 2011

Train ride from Jakarta to Cirebon

The landscape changes once the train moves out of Gambir station. We are now three hours away. No more poor cities with graffiti on the walls. Instead, it's lushes of green padi fields and sporadic villages.

The modest houses have brown tiled roofs. Once in a while, you get to catch a glimpse of the village life. I see children playing in the fields, and several young girls sharing a scooter.

We have now arrived at Cirebon.