- 2006 Love stories -
One day before the bus strike, NYC
"Thank you very much. I hope to see you tomorrow...," said the old man to the bus driver.
The driver didn't show up the next day; instead, he chose to break his silent promise.
Three days before Christmas
Sitting at the opposite ends of dining table, she is looking for the biggest flat pannel TV for him, while he is looking for the smallest MP3 player for her through internet.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Monday, November 07, 2005
Monday, October 31, 2005
Monday, October 24, 2005
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
- Today's tale -
Shortage
"Ask me questions. Don't you have any questions?" he asks
again and again.
She looks through all her pockets. The only thing she can find
are answers.
- Old tales -
Rain
Rain, like fine feathers
falls in the garden
to kiss
the thirsty
flowers
Desperation
My life is an inkless pen writing “hope“ on the boundless universe
Shortage
"Ask me questions. Don't you have any questions?" he asks
again and again.
She looks through all her pockets. The only thing she can find
are answers.
- Old tales -
Rain
Rain, like fine feathers
falls in the garden
to kiss
the thirsty
flowers
Desperation
My life is an inkless pen writing “hope“ on the boundless universe
Sunday, September 11, 2005
- Today's tale -
Nonesense
Life is not getting better or worse; it's simply getting more complicated.
- Old tales -
Odes to Autumn
How could autumn breeze know the withered leaves are still in love with the branch?
Wind is unwilling to let the dead leaves go, so it turns the leaves into numerous yellow butterflies, flying under the autumn blue sky.
Nonesense
Life is not getting better or worse; it's simply getting more complicated.
- Old tales -
Odes to Autumn
How could autumn breeze know the withered leaves are still in love with the branch?
Wind is unwilling to let the dead leaves go, so it turns the leaves into numerous yellow butterflies, flying under the autumn blue sky.
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Monday, August 29, 2005
Sunday, August 28, 2005
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