Dear Handsome Stranger,Today I stalked your facebook again and it turns out you will be moving away from this city soon! I have not had a chance to speak of introduce myself to you yet.
I saw you long time ago for the first time and I thought you were brilliant, handsome, cute and Ive been stalking your facebook since then.
You always seem to have an amazing life surrounded by awesome people. I always wish and dream about sharing a piece of your life. However, I do realise sometimes some people are there, so close to me but I will never talk to. It is not because I don’t want to but because our thread of fate never twiddles.
You will be moving to a faraway city where the light seem to be brighter than here. There will be struggles but for a guy like you, even when I never talk to, from your smile, I know you would be fine.
I think you already had a boyfriend and you are way out of my league anyway. Will he be there for you in that faraway city? I hope he would hold your hand when you arrive🙂
Dear Handsome Stranger, I wish you all the best in life for whatever you will do. I hope your life would always be as amazing as it is now.
All the best for you.
With lots of admire,
PS. I admit it would be sad now as I will not stalk you anymore🙂 you have become a true dream, what I call ‘a reality becomes dream’.
Lunar New Year is never a good time for me. Since I was small I always feel sad when it comes to this time of the year. I carries the sadness in me since I was small as you can tell. I was never a totally care-free person. I love it, but I just feel sad, even sadder now it’s because I feel lonely around this time of the year… I miss the time when I was still innocent and have to think less. I miss everything…
Ngày xưa ơi, mùa xuân thuở còn ấu,
Tuổi còn nhỏ, tóc còn rối trên đầu,
Tâm còn mỏng, lòng còn vô tư lự,
Cái thời ông bà gọi ‘lũ trẻ trâu”…
I dream a dream, time goes by
A family by my side
Too much and too hard to ask for?
Feeling I was born not to thrive
Posted January 19, 2016on:
This poem is for a man in this world, for me, for us, we don’t hate him, we just feel sorry for him. We pray that, one day, he would find his right way and break free, just because that is the only way.
For all the man in the same situation, whether or not you’ve crossed the line, be brave and live true to yourself
My 22nd free-style English poem is for him…
Posted December 21, 2015on:
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I really want to do something and expressing my grief and sadness for the incidence that happened in Paris yesterday. What a horrible thing to happen in a beautiful city. Therefore, I composed my very first poem in French, with my clumpsy French beginner skills, I hope it does not sound too bad. Thanks Mogana, one of my best friend, to correct here and there for me in the poem.
All I want to say is the world stands with you Paris, please be strong, and let’s fight against terrorism! No one deserves to go through pain like this! I feel like crying when I read the news. I mourn for Paris.
Paris en deuil
Mini reflection #3 – Gays-The Creatures
Gays are creatures of vanity… We are obsessed about our body, obsessed about finding the next shag, obsessed about finding Mr Right (Now).
We trained our body for what? To show off on facebook and other social media platforms. We then feed on each other’s vanity shows. All the likes and all the fake compliments for a six packs, a nice torso, a broad shoulder, a massive biceps… All are nothing but shows that we put on ourselves to validate our images in the society.
When we look for our date, we even consider the body first. He has to be good looking, average to muscular body. ‘Not into fems, asians or queens’ is one of the common phrase we see on dating apps (or should I say hooking-up apps now?)
What if I say I dont have a nice body but my soul is more muscular than yours because it has been trained through many love battlefields?
What if I say I might look feminine but inside, my heart is a beast and ready to take ok any challenges life will throw at me?
What if I say I am not as big as you, not as bulk as you but if we were lovers and you are in danger, I would fling my body in front and protect you?
Would you, all the creatures of vanity, ever think and then accept that fact that in each individualising DNA-coded body, all the hearts have the potential to be as strong as each other?