Bamboozled

You know how sometimes, repeated understanding of certain similar experiences seem to conclude and confirm certain ideas we have in our mind? But you see, we don’t know that these are still just ideas in our mind, which can be, and when altered, changes the experience. Even, if we “knew” that they are just ideas……

Just Here

It’s easy to fall into the trap of others’ perception when we don’t do our inquiry or when we don’t intent ourselves to be a keen observer without analysis. Some people say its hard to find a job, yet some people found it an easy process. Some people say it’s hard to survive, yet some…

Choicelessness

Is there truly a choice, or is there truly only choicelessness? If there is only choicelessness that exists, then could it be that we are simply bombarded by illusionary choices that we seem to be apparently making? When founded a choice, make a wise one. When founded only choicelessness, simply put; let’s just enjoy the…

Elevated Anatomy

Memory can only help me remember how it all started from the beginning until right now to what it is. Yet I can never be certain what it was that prompted the beginning until right now to what it is. To vindicate to dissect all those moments that come to be as if unworthy of…

Tell Me, Already

You bellow me with sweet words afraid of my downfalling into the myriad of emotions that had me drown in before. Building my make belief that protection is what you are giving me it did look like tender love, you know in that strong and warm façade. Yet, has that all changed now? my trust…

In remembrance of a moment at MIMO, 2014

Baby, this is such an experience sitting beside you here in this grand hall of Lick Hung School waiting for the possibility of your name to be called. The hall is in a mess, with parents, teachers, volunteers each trying to serve their best interest managing their other children, the students and the event liken…

Going By

Sadness does not mean need Missing does not mean want Because what it entails Is simply an experience lost or gone. Accompanied by an imagination of none That can be found in future Yet who am I to conclude Who am I to judge? The dance of the One Who plays its puppets to its…