蒙古來的菩薩

他把在蒙古得來的菩薩給了我。
也許是因為我像水上人一樣，
一直活在風浪當中。

這樣的祝福，來自一個
我從未去過的地方，
這樣輾轉的，想當然是緣份。

多謝菩薩。

滿地都是連理枝

枝枝都是同心結。

我就陪您一直飛。

若比翼鳥當息，就雙棲一棵樹，化枝偕連理，落地同生根。

being needed

every woman shares this same instinct and makes this same mistake of needing to be needed. the strong will of a woman's existence comes from being needed by people, parents, siblings, lover, friends, colleagues and children, it makes her feel her existence meaningful. she doesn't mind and won't be scared -- it actually makes her brave -- when she is needed. she feels like she can do anything, as long as the things she does aren't just for herself. it makes her feel useless  when her existence becomes unnecessary to others. it is strange but it happens. sometimes she even wants more to be needed than be loved.

angels hear you

and they heal you. i believe in all the good things in the world, making wishes to caterpillars, rats, snakes and spiders, and wishing upon stars and moon. my mom always tells me to think only of the good, when situations are bad, think of the better. this is how she has got us through the toughest hours. no one can stop you from dreaming, and all the dreams that ever came true are always originated from some hopeful beings. expectations are not exactly healthy, but hopes are vital for survival. i think i had a lovely day today. a decent dose of sweetness and light.

no cure

there is no cure to this. at the end of each day, no matter how occupied i have made myself, the same longing invades my heart and steals my senses. i believe that it means something if you wake up and go to bed with the same desire everyday. it is about chasing after what is destined. it is the alchemist's calling. no matter where you go - you are free to go - but you always go back to where the treasure already is. there is only one thing almost as important as yourself and all the bloodrelated matters - the bud of the bud of the tree called life. beneath it all, the seed of that something that makes the world goes around.

love and in love.

i was told that if i loved a person, i should tell him, instead of updating my facebook status. oh. but when i love a person, i want to go on a rooftop and scream out loud. in cases that i can't do accordingly, for i live in a quiet village with neighbors who are early sleepers, i have this urge i don't know how to deal with. so i found some papers and wrote it over. 3 words, 8 letters. no use. i sigh and  sigh till my mom is annoyed. i want to envelope my heart and mail it over, if that helps. i am afraid most of my boss' upcoming art pieces will somehow all share the touches of my melancholy. if i have to tell him i will have to say it too many times. i think it's a wonderful thing that you are in love with the person you love, and that you are able to love the person you are in love with. i could hardly tell the difference, but now i can. the same person, all these years. there is a love spell once you cast you cannot repel, and the one that i have, was cast long before i knew it. i love you honey.

enough

here i have come to a point where i think i have whined enough. now i am going to start being my old self (one of my old selves), the version of me who was always sort of in a silly way grateful for the littlest joy in life, and the slightest kindness from people. i shall work very hard for my boss, and write as beautifully as i can for him. simply because i happen to appear in one of the most important years in his life, (and we have now come to the most important month of this year) i have to try my best to do this well, for this man has happened to put his trust in me. so bye bye office politics. bye bye power-and-control. i am ready to care as little as i can, and write on. my heart will be in my words. this is the month. fifty pieces of jewelry. here we go. my angel will give me grace.