More than Pizza

How about a gloomy Monday start?


First working day of the week, but unexplainbaly your with a low and heavy heart. Yeah Right! You had a good weekend break. (At least on some parts) An ample Saturday rest. A usual Sunday night. Your side won in a crucial match. You were able to take some snaps. A pretty nice weekend but suddenly sadden start.





Oh God! This is the usual thing! It happens from time to time!

Then came two missed calls. Number unidentified. Started to pick it up. Voice couldn't get through. Couldn't hear a sound.

Wanted to send "Can't hear you, just send me..."

Again another try, "Hi there!, where's your office located here in the building...?"

"Just mention my name to the guards".

Less than a minute, someone's looking for someone at the reception area.

Oh well, it was a busy-slash-frantic day. Someone was standing at our office lobby holding a big box of pizza, some sodas and a cold coffee from Starbucks.

Time to blush. Need not to explain to anyone. Just enough for a gloomy night... o_O

Thanks Big Apple for the Pizza and thanks to the Pizza who made the biggest slice in my life.

Yellow Angel Fish

In Memory of Yellow Angel Fish

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Name: No One

Favorite Food: None

Birthdate: Unknown

Died: Forgotten

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Cause of Death: A Damn Domino Damsel.

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Last will and testament: Look for a real Lemon Peel Angel Fish!

A Piece of Paper

A keyboard. mug. calendar. a deposit slip. white telephone. laserjet printer. a stuff dog. a pencil sharpener. green chair. the bulletin board. water dispenser. an air freshener. picture frame. white wall. staple wire. contact numbers. a hardwood desk. adequate lighting. a cork board. drewberry. a piece of paper...




Sometimes, when we're all perplexed with life's endless puzzles, we get a piece of paper to come up with answers. We write down things. We do a list. We look at our resources. We cross out ideas. We generate scenarios. We balance our reasons. WE create infinite possibilities.



Then suddenly, we still end up staring at the piece of paper. We realize that we did not come up with anything. For life, as simple as it is, was never meant to find answers.

LSS: Everything

Find me here
And speak to me
I want to feel you
I need to hear you
You are the light
That is leading me
To the place where
I find peace again
You are the strength
That keeps me walking
You are the hope
That keeps me trusting
You are the life to my soul
You are my purpose
You're everything

And how can I
Stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me
How could it be
Any better than this

You calm the storms
You give me rest
You hold me in your hands
You won't let me fall
You steal my heart
And you take my breath away
Would you take me in
Would you take me deeper now

And how can I
Stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me
How could it be
Any better than this

And how can I
Stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me
How could it be
Any better than this

'Cause you're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything
Everything

You're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything
Everything

You're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything
Everything

You're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything
Everything

And how can I
Stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me
How could it be
Any better than this

And how can I
Stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me
How could it be
Any better than this

And how can I
Stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me
How could it be
Any better than this

Would you tell me
How could it be
Any better than this


If there's one song I wish I had written, probably that would be Everything by Lifehouse. You can listen over and over again to this song, and still you will never figure it out why you are still listening.

Was it because of the melody? Was it because it has that unusual transition from a dramatic to a more dramatic ending? Was it because you first heard it in Smallville? Was it because you wished you were dancing with a girl? Was it because you can imagine lots of thing that can make you feel better? Was it because of the bone chills? Or was it because it was made not just for a girl?

Needless to say, it is very moving...

And how can I
Stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me
How could it be
Any better than this

The Bear

Meet Tiny Yellow Bear! The small golden bear with a bright green heart hanging in our ceiling.

It doesn't have a name yet but it was born the same day I was. It arrived at exactly 2 o'clock in the afternoon when I'm lying at my favorite couch. I had no idea where it came from but as far as I can remember, the moment I saw it, well...it just brightened up that day.


Wanna know why?


Because it was sitting on a black forest...if you know what I mean.

I'm back!

I'm back!

Now, my hand is the only thing that bleeds.

But I can still write my soul.

This is my solitary room.

The stories of the past.

The adventures of the present.

The revelations of the future.

A road still unknown.

This is my refuge.

This is my home.

I 'm back!

The Miry Clay you've known.