Je'taime

Big or small house, i don't care, as long as i can called it home.

A warm home, with a lot of our pictures.

An old books, of course, and our cute little figurines.

Your annoying stacks of cd games.   And tons of my annoying make up stash.

Messy warddrobe. 

White tshirts, hundred different printings, as you like it. And a piles of clothes that i've never wear.

Tv, computer, game consoles, all the technological idea that you had in your head that i will never ever think about.

Small kitchen, with tons of our favourite unhealthy instant noodles.

This will be the last, we said, but no, we know we will never have enough of it, just like how we need each other.

You, and two cup instant noodles in a rainy weather, that's what meant the world for me.

Lyon.081213

-f

Mom

Mom is.. a warm hand that braid my hair everytime i go to school

Mom is.. a warm bread with a sweet chocolate spread every morning

Mom is.. a warm hug every time i cried.

Mom is.. a warm smile every time i'm home

For every time you give, you will always be my everything, Mom.

-F

Ps.I love you

I remember

I remember the day.

We were walking.

And do the talking.

I remember the day,

Your eyes were sparkling

And it made my heart tingling.

I remember the day,

when the birds are always singing.

and all the butterflies are flying.

I remember the day,

when the phones no longer ringing.

And i know something missing.

-F

p.s i miss you

04.10.13

End will be the right word,

if this even have a beginning.

Live in words.

In the world full of sentences.

It starts from a theory.

A story,

and a 5 years memory.

Tomorrow, it have to be a history

The cue has arrived.

Time to say goodbye.

Thank you, it's never a play time for me.

Farewell, words will always be with you.

Baby,baby,baby,oooh!

At the end of the dream.
There were 3 of us sitting in the car.
It was dark.
We were about to go somewhere.
I sit on the passenger seat, I remember holding him dearly.
Smelling his hair.
Blue hooded jacket and a pair of greenish trouser.
He is 2 years old.
So warm and small.
I remember looking into his watery eyes.
And holding him tighter.


I still feel his warmth when i woke up.
But he's not there. Of course he is not. Not yet.
I close my eyes and secretly whisper to the One above.
I hope to see you soon, son.

F-

eins zwei drei

You are real.

And this is real.

Stay longer, so we can share a laughter.

Stay longer, you have made my day brighter.

Stay longer. Let it be forever.

-F

Bad metaphor

Love is like knowing that someone can break your head with a stick but you still give it to him anyway.

So what actually happened when there's someone said he loves you but holding the stick tighly?

F

I don't want to go.

I don't want to go
I don't want to go
I don't want to goI don't want to goI don't want to goI don't want to goI don't want to goI don't want to goI don't want to goI don't want to goI don't want to goI don't want to goI don't want to goI don't want to goI don't want to go

Don't let me leave.

The ultimate reason

The Dalai Lama, when asked what surprised him most about humanity answered:

“Man. Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived.”

Song-after the rain

If I could bottled the smell of the wet land after the rain

I’d make it a perfume and send it to your house

If one in a million stars suddenly will hit satellite

I’ll pick some pieces, they’ll be on your way

In a far land across

You’re standing at the sea

Then the wind blows the scent

And that little star will there to guide me

If only I could find my way to the ocean

I’m already there with you

If somewhere down the line

We will never get to meet

I’ll always wait for you after the rain...

End is a new beginning

'There's an end, for every single thing in this world. Nothing last forever.' That's what my father said to my litlle sister, when she asked why did her glow stick turn dark.

In that cloudy afternoon, I found wisdom in his words.

Rip, Ms.Kania, 2013
See you in the after life dear friend :'(