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2015 in review

Thank You All! – Jean

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,400 times in 2015. If it were a cable car, it would take about 40 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

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Courting Poetry

Courting Poetry

Give me a little space
And I offer you my dulcet verse
Listened the lilting beat of my heart
And I let you hear the mellifluous rant of your name

Let me hear the symphony of your voice
Coz I miss it, I swear
Open your enlightened heart
And let me enter, and I promise of taking care

I miss the felicity of your own
And I don’t want to live in a forlorn
Now I am courting you again
So, please…
My poetry lets your love for me remains…

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He’s Simply a Poet

He’s Simply a Poet

Thoughts immense like a river
Flowing throughout his arteries
Soaking in a core of his brain
Sheltering on his heart
Providing wisdom for his soul

Those thoughts express by words
Words for acceptance
 Or perhaps words for disturbance
Because not all could accept him
And not all could perceive for his genuine

You can see his presence
But half of his word is not there
He is scary in your first judgement
But once he talks
The softness of his words
Can soften the hardened heart of yours

He has the power to hear the wordless voice
He has the power to see the unseen melody
Because of his unique power
He can change the world
By his humble words

He can’t resist those
He’s simply…
A poet

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How do my Parents Value Education?


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My parents are not professionals. In fact, they didn’t even finish their secondary level. My father went until fourth grade and my mother went until sixth grade.

My mother told me about her childhood life. She said that her ambition is to become a teacher, but instead of sending her to school, her mother sent her to a rich family to work. At the age of eleven, she started working for the family.

Her experience became her guide on how she’s going to raise her children. She doesn’t want us to experience the same life as she had. She keeps telling us that education can change the status of our life.

“Formal education will make you a living; self-education will make you a fortune.” 
― Jim Rohn

There’s no magic on how my parents were able to send their seven children to school: four are degree holders, one…

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Poetry and My Life

Poetry and My Life

When poetry planted inside of me
I found peace and satisfaction
I found home for my soul
A place where I can rest
If sadness penetrates

When poetry grew in my heart
I met my other half
I appreciate the beauty of the dark
And the sweetness of loneliness
If everything becomes mess

When poetry learned to love me
It spoke to me like a prince of destiny
Who knows what my heart craving
Who could speak in behalf of me
If no words come out from me

When I hated my poetry
I thought I can totally forget
About it’s unique love and sweet caress
By touching my heart and soul…


I miss it! Damn! I miss it all!

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My Poetry

My Poetry

What if someday I’m running out of words?
Would it be possible the words will run after me?
What if someday poetry hates me?
Would it be possible to court him to make me love again?
What if my lousy poetry becomes worst?
How can I win poetry’s heart again?

I used to use my heart to win poetry’s heart
I used to love poetry because of its unbeatable beauty
I used to live my life in poetry’s world
I used to blame poetry because I thought it has a cursed
And I used to betray poetry and leave him with unjust reasons
Now I miss poetry and I wish he will love me again…

Do I still have a chance?

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Tomorrow is like a clean sheet of paper


“Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?”
L.M. Montgomery

There are times that we feel so burdened in our day. Disappointments, mistakes, stupid things we did are pulling us down. We take our depth breath if these burdens are drenching us into depression. We wish that in the next click of the long hand of the clock is the presence of the innocent face of “tomorrow”.

But it isn’t. Time must wait systematically.

Yet, the sweetness truth about of waiting of tomorrow is a promise of its cleanliness. A promise of chances for repentance, for forgiveness and for change which will lead us for happiness.

Tomorrow is like a clean sheet of paper; spotless and innocent. Waiting for filling memories. As innocent as it is and as human as we are, we can’t keep away from committing mistakes.

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Wordless Love Talk

Wordless Love Talk

I can’t define love by words
Because for me
Love is wordless
If you feel it
Then you can have it

So don’t tell me
That I never experience love
Because you don’t know
What’s my history
The story about how I sacrifice
Just for the sake of love

My mount can’t speak
About my heart breaks
But my eyes are breaking… with tears

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A Space



Heavy heart

Full mind

Confidence cuts

I need a space


I stop making poem

I stop reading

I stop liking

I need a space


I gave myself a space

From poems

From essays

From online events

Because I need a space


Now, I’m back

With brand new mind

With light heart

Lately, I gave myself a space…