Perfect
the room
as possible
as perfect
can be
unfortunately,
to have you is
as possible
as perfect
can be
a chronicle of the half thought of choices I make in life
Confucius says - “one never really realizes how much you miss something until you actually have it back again”
serendipitous Tam-awan Village the way to which Mimi and I discovered quite unexpectedly after hitting a detour.
1. My amazing Family! I love you guys so much and I just hate the fact that I spent such a short time with all of you.
7. The Bostonian, Gap and Old Navy. Talk about great buys! Shirts for $ 10?! And the shoes are so stylish and comfortable I regret not having known this brand sooner.


I don’t know if any of you have ever heard of Ken Hirai’s (the guy on right) Ookina Furudokei/Grandfather’s Clock. D introduced me to the song one rainy Tuesday night at UPIC as L and I were bumming with her. I can’t pinpoint exactly what it was but I found myself holding back tears at this deeply melancholic song, moved by its all too simple harmony and honest poetic lyrics.My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
It was taller by half than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,
And was always his treasure and pride.
But it stopped short, Never to go again,
When the old man died..
Ninety years without slumbering
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock
It stopped short, Never to go again
When the old man died.
In watching its pendulum swing to and fro,
Many hours had he spent while a boy;
And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know,
And to share both his grief and his joy.
For it struck twenty-four when he entered the door,
With a blooming and beautiful bride.
But it stopped short, Never to go again,
When the old man died..
My grandfather said, that of those he could hire,
Not a servant so faithful he found:
For it wasted no time, and had but one desire,
At the close of each week to be wound.
And it kept in its place, not a frown upon its face,
And its hands never hung by its side;
But it stopped short, Never to go again,
When the old man died..
It rang an alarm in the dead of the night,
An alarm that for years had been dumb;
And we know that his spirit was pluming its flight,
That his hour of departure had come.
Still the clock kept the time, with a soft muffled chime,
As we silently stood by his side;
But it stopped short, Never to go again,
When the old man died..
lyrics from http://www.nhltc.edu.tw/~english/song.htm