Coincidence

It was so hot today. A friend of mine email me about heat wave --- but I didn't remember when will it be. It sure was hot today. I was driving by and the radio station that I had on on my car played this song. Coincidence --- somehwhat in a way --- my heart leapt out to the one who has been far away from me for quite some time. So, this is a song for you.

Listen here : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o8rYl6K2STc

Lyrics:

You Are Not Alone

by Michael Jackson

Another day has gone

I'm still all alone

How could this be

You're not here with me

You never said goodbye

Someone tell me why

Did you have to go

And leave my world so cold

Everyday I sit and ask myself

How did love slip away

Something whispers in my ear and says

That you are not alone

For I am here with you

Though you're far away

I am here to stay

But you are not alone

For I am here with you

Though we're far apart

You're always in my heart

But you are not alone

'Lone, 'lone

Why, 'lone

Just the other night

I thought I heard you cry

Asking me to come

And hold you in my arms

I can hear your prayers

Your burdens I will bear

But first I need your hand

Then forever can begin

Everyday I sit and ask myself

How did love slip away

Something whispers in my ear and says

That you are not alone

For I am here with you

Though you're far away

I am here to stay

For you are not alone

For I am here with you

Though we're far apart

You're always in my heart

For you are not alone

Whisper three words and I'll come runnin'

And girl you know that I'll be there

I'll be there

You are not alone

For I am here with you

Though you're far away

I am here to stay

For you are not alone

For I am here with you

Though we're far apart

You're always in my heart

For you are not alone

For I am here with you

Though you're far away

I am here to stay

For you are not alone

For I am here with you

Though we're far apart

You're always in my heart

For you are not alone...

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iSupport

we love her
we admire her
we support her
for her courage
for her great heart and
for her good causes.

Shameless

He went back home

shamelessly

but with lots of smiles

but without any conscious mind of reputation.

Nigeria blood is still staining on his hand,

and yet he has gut to wipe off

the blood of the monks

on the devastated streets of Burma.

He who dare to live just for one moment.

A short life span --- with lots of money,

power and corruption

Without any honor or a fair diplomacy.

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Zero to Hero

I have witnessed so many heroes from zeros and those who have become zero from the hero status. "Shame on you!" the latter one, and "Way to go!" the former one.

"A true hero isn't measured by the size of his strength ... but by the strength of his heart."

_Zeus ("Hercules" Disney Animation Script)gefromhttp://www.sumtotalsystems.com/_images/landing/hero/ad_final_hero_cmyk_us.jpg

Where is Love?

So distracted most of the time --- these days, cold and cloudy in the morning and a nice bright sunshine in the afternoon or right before noon time. There are times that makes me feel political corruption and drug dealing and arm dealing is everywhere among average people. Also there are times that makes me feel Americans are addicted to the black gold as much like drugs. Since after Al Gore has won the Nobel price,--- since after the global warming awareness has become a hip hop style, --- gas price has sky rocketed for all different given reasons that one can think of. As always, middle class has to pay for everything, which even makes me feel like the riches are legally robbing the middle class. One CEO needs to work only 3 hours to earn the average yearly pay of a minimum wage worker. That is extraordinary, at least, to me. And in UN, corruption is boundless. Ban Ki-moon is a rabbit who has got a runny nose and Gambari is such a failure that I have virtually no respect for him. One who has no conscious trying to get rich from the poor critters are the worst of all kind.

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A Harsh Eastern Wind

The mass of the air move from the higher pressure to lower pressure, the event of which causes the wind. The bigger the pressure gradient, the stronger the wind is. I live in the west where the pressure of which is far different from that of the east. So that, I have to keep reminding myself that the wind blows due to the pressure gradient, nothing personal. Life has ups and downs, the earth has kept spinning around, and when there will be the time of the season during which the eastern pressure will be eventually low, I hope that those from the up stream of the wind be prepared to stand against the wind, which will be nothing personal.

“Failure is not a single, cataclysmic event.
You don't fail overnight.
Instead, failure is
a few errors in judgement, repeated every day.”

_ Jim Rohn quotes
(American Speaker and Author.
He is famous for motivational audio programs for Business and Life. )
the image is from http://enlightenyourday.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/pass-judgement.png

In the Death Valley

Even in the extreme heat and cold weather of Death Valley,

the mysterious rocks move, leaving tracks.

Ice sheet or wind???

Whatever has caused them to move,

I would say they move around with such determination

against the odds that

that impresses me a lot.

the image is from http://www.livingwilderness.com/patterns/racetrack.jpg

Have a Wonderful Day

It is a fine day today. Since in the morning, the sun was out beautifully shinning it's golden rays over the green lushes of grasses. The pines are deep green with the squirrels running around the shade of deep greens. Jay birds are singing their soft musics --- other than that, everything is just quiet. The sky is blue without any clouds. Lillies are blooming in arrays of colors and are sending their fragrance into the soft breeze that is passing through the quiet neighborhood. In the far back drop, there exist a golden brown lengthy mountain just like a big elegant dragon resting in peace watching us to assist all the needs. Or is it just laying there indifferently? The water is clean in the lake. I sat down by the deep shade of willow tree. This fine day is one special day for someone I love. I wish the bestest of the best in this whole wide world.

All we need is the truth in our hand.
Someone to call a friend.
Never fear the darkness.
All we need is just the sun in the sky.
And the hope of a summer to come with the meaning of love.

_Anonymous
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The Sounds of Silence

Honesty is hard to find these days. Advertisements are so deceiving. Quick money is more glamorous than the reputation which need to be built. Going through the social life, I have seen so many fake smile, fake relationships, fake hand shakes, and fake presentations. Recently, even Beijing Olympics opening ceremony has fake fire works? Surprise, surprise, ---- staging and delusion is accompanying everyday life. I just want to breath, --- one breath of an honest clean air, such a craving --- which may not be fulfilled. The value of life has shifted, the value of humanity and morality has become fables. The riches are ruthless, the poor are envious, the middle average buffer layer of population is thinning --- as time goes by. Where are we heading? Who are we living for? At the end, we know who we are, what we are capable of, how we have travelled, no matter how hard we avoid the light of truth.

"When you look down into silence, you see no friend;

when you lift your gaze to space, you hear no echo.

It is like striking a single chord __

it rings out but there is no music."

"Literature: A Rhapsody," Lu Ji (261_303)

the image is from http://www.teenstrings.com/media_files/articles/8/21811/21811-001.jpg

The Sounds of Silence

Listen here::http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YhdGkZ6Fngw

Lyrics:

Simon and Garfunkel

Hello darkness, my old friend,

I've come to talk with you again,

Because a vision softly creeping,

Left its seeds while I was sleeping,

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone

Narrow streets of cobblestone,

'Neath the halo of a street lamp,

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of A neon light

That split the night

And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw

Ten thousand people, maybe more.

People talking without speaking,

People hearing without listening,

People writing songs that voices never share

And no one dare

Disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools" said I,"you do not know

Silence like a cancer grows."

Hear my words that I might teach you,

Take my arms that I might reach you.

But my words like silent raindrops fell,

And echoed

In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed

To the neon God they made.

And the sign flashed out its warning,

In the words that it was forming.

And the signs said, "the words of the prophets

Are written on the subway walls

And tenement halls."

And whispered in the sounds of silence.

Floating Cloud

The master said,

"With coarse rice to eat,

with water to drink,

and my bended arm for a pillow;

I have still joy in the midst of these things.

Riches and honors

acquired by unrighteousness are

to me as a floating cloud."

__The Analects, Confucius (551_479 BCE)

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888

Still remembering 8888.

It was fresh, full of life, full of hope, full of pride.

Democracy, democracy, democracy,---

people are still yearning.

Calling out for the human rights and freedom,

Looking for the government by people.

Towards the freedom of oppression

Towards the dignity of the nation

Towards the end of corruptions.

We welcome the dawn

The dawn of 888

when the spirit of peacocks will wake up for the goodness sake.

My Memories

Recently, missing the time that has lost. Sometimes, just day dreaming and remembering those time when the innocence and romance and a young life that is full of power to conquer the world. Remembering the friends who have shared my happiness with a light laughter, who have felt my sadness and short failings, and even those who have hurt my pride and tainted my dignity just to feed their self centered dream worlds, I miss those time, --- a time of growing pain. No regrets, --- just like Sinatra sang, too few to mention, and I still live on the life that I choose willfully and I have done decisions best to my knowledge, best to my emotion, the best that I can be at that moment of decision. So, there is not much to regret. Yet, I miss those days --- certain days --- and I cherish my memories of those youthful days. (Upon my request, a friend of mine copied the lyrics of the song "Memory" for me, a long time ago.) Thank you all for being a part of my memories. Wishing you all the best......

Listen here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pyx2n_p9OZ8

Lyrics:

Memory

Barbra Streisand

Midnight

Not a sound from the pavement

Has the moon lost her memory?

She is smiling alone

In the lamplight

The withered leaves collect at my feet

And the wind begins to moan

Memory

All alone in the moonlight

I can dream of the old days

Life was beautiful then

I remember the time I knew what happiness was

Let the memory live again

Every streetlamp

Seems to beat a fatalistic warning

Someone mutters

And the streetlamp gutters

And soon it will be morning

Daylight

I must wait for the sunrise

I must think of a new life

And I mustn't give in

When the dawn comes

Tonight will be a memory too

And a new day will begin

Burnt out ends of smoky days

The stale cold smell of morning

A streetlamp dies, another night is over

Another day is dawning

Touch me

It's so easy to leave me

All alone with the memory

Of my days in the sun

If you touch me

You'll understand what happiness is

Look

A new day has begun

the image is from http://www.angelsthatcare.org/atc-memories-head_lizztish.jpg

Along the Way

Along the way---
We are missing one eight.
Still, it will be 888,
on this coming Friday,
which is only a few days away.
20 years seems so fast,
but a lot of lives have sacrificed.

Along the way---
the way to fight for the freedom,
It is paved by the lives of the fallen heroes.
They didn't sacrifice for this kind of life,
The present day, right now, where the lives are
poorer and harsher than even had been.

Along the way---
General Aung San's Military is non existent,
General Aung San's Daughter is mistreated,
General Aung San's words are unavailable to the public,
He is cut off from the people,
The people that he gave his life for.

Along the way---
During the protests,
Generations of students have killed,
Foreigner has been gun down,
People have gave their lives,
Different tribes of the country have been wiped out.
Even the blood of the monks have stained the roads of the Buddhist country.
What has happened along this empty way???

Along the way---
The way of Greed and Power,
The Power holders are afraid of the massacre that they have committed,
They are haunted by the sins that they have tainted with,
They are afraid of July anniversary,
They are afraid of August anniversary,
They will be afraid of September anniversary ---
pretty soon they will be afraid of everyday, every minute, and every second of their life.
Living in a luxurious shell.
The shell of the sin,
Be the prisoners of their own power,
Built with the tears and blood of the people.

the image is from http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2006/06/22/peacock_wideweb__470x370,0.jpg