better

I've been praying everyday, if there's anyone out there to hear me... to please make me strong and a better person.

Of Forests and Men

a film beautifully shot about forests. the images are purely breath taking. How can we  humans not care about our mother-earth? How can we ignore the beauties of nature?!

Won't you love alittle Plum Blossoms

LOOK!! I can't believe this. There are plum blossoms planted right in front of my condo...like it's meant to be!!

For those of you who don't know me, here's why i love plum blossoms. In all honesty, I just have to, really, kinda like - by default! Being Chinese, my grandpa named my chinese name - Mae Fin 梅芬. In direct translation, it means Plum blossoms (Mae) that smell pleasant (Fin). My Japanese friends call me 'Ume -chan' which translates to ‘ms. little Mae’.  It's also the Country Flower of Taiwan (to sybolize its resilience in harsh winter weather) where I grew up from - for that, i have every excuse to make broken english on this blog!! Lastly, for the love of my roots, I covered my arms in Plum blossoms tattoos.

So Plum blossom trees originated in south China and was later brought to Korea, Vietnam and Japan. The tree flower in later winter, typically late January or February.  Each flower has five petals and is 0.25" -1" in diameter and coloring range from white to rose to deep red. The fruit ripens in early summer.

here's some pictures and chinese paintings, japanese prints of the beautfiul flowers!!

today is boo boo

some birds do land

but always just close enough, and yet far enough.

Cornel Pufan - A Romanian Fantasy

I stumbled upon this new photographer and was instantly in love with his work. After Nick Brandt, Adam Andrearczyk, Scott Stulberg, here added to my list of photographers, is Cornel Pufan. Born in Romania, most of his photography is taken there. The mist, the nature, the yellow..... ahhhhh~~~

The Dream

Yes, I'm quite girly sometimes... i love romantic poems... a good one is nothing less than beautiful that touches your soul... Today, i came across with this one:

The Dream

I dreamed that you had ceased to love me—
not that you had come from other beds
back to mine, or gone from mine to others,
just that something in your heart had stopped.

I willed myself awake to find you still
beside me. It was just a dream, I thought,
yet when I turned to kiss you, in your eyes
I saw that you had ceased to love me.

I willed myself awake a second time
to find myself alone, as I have been
these many months, but did not know if it
was terror or relief I felt, and whether

dreams unfold the past or make the future
plain. I dreamed that you had ceased to love me,
and know when I see nothing in your eyes
I can't dream myself awake a third time.


David Solway



So what is it about the poem that grabs me, I don't know. Could it be that it's called The Dream, that automatically linked me to my most most favorite of all time - The Sandman, who rules the Dream world? In contrary to this more elaborate poem, Neil Gaiman once stated pretty much the same thing, but in a much direct and simple way in his Sandman series, "Dreams are merely shadowed truth." 


Whether it's Solway's poem, or Neil Gaiman's statement, both are simply beautiful combinations of words put together to tell the story of our most subconscious minds - our dreams.