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favourite 3 words

Friday, March 28, 2008

LOVE
i found out the meaning of loss by being submerged in one.
one can never be too experienced dealing with that,
every one time feels like a first. caught. and off guard.
how could we not be taught survival skills to counter such beasts.

for more than once i started out wanting the other role.
i do not mind feeling weak, very much. sometimes.
my shoulders are rebelling and in tears, but i have no where to rest.
i have to keep up. i have to keep my head up, fangs out.
that overrated ray of light ahead never seem to get close,
enough to say it is worth the blistering walk.

can i take my worn and heavy shoes off please?
they do not seem to bring me very far anyway.

HOPE
brighter days are just a few deep breaths away,
dont give up inhaling, dont give up exhaling.
there has to be a place, no matter how small,
that i can be contained, hasnt it?

we were reminded to embrace and cherish the moments when we laugh.
because what goes up must come down. its not like we werent warned.
but just how prepared can one be for battles with tears.
when the high comes down and smashes right into our faces,
i just pray that i still stand a good chance of being remembered,
for my blatant honesty.

LEAP
and i have never been able to find honest words to fill for this.

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posted by peenutkew  # 00:24  0 comments

saigon

Saturday, March 08, 2008

there's NOTHING to buy. almost none to do, and that's the catch.
my traveling partner might have been a little disappointed
with the minimal shoppings she could do, or even
the lack of activities. this is a place where u just watch.
i certainly did not travel to saigon to experience another bangkok
or an upcoming bali paradise.
i must admit if there was more time, we could have gotten more things done.
seen more of what this place has to show us.
what we do not see at home. and something we do not get from
the hotter destinations, a little bit of reality thats left,
before it gets transformed into another major tourist attraction,
eventually and surely.
right now, they sell u something, to make a decent sale,
not because they want to rip your USDollars.

pretty often, we would spot a few chaps without fingers or toes,
some short of a limb, or even two, but it seems normal,
until we get silently reminded of the war. but life goes on.

the coffee is great. one of the best i have ever tasted.
i bought the little steel drainer gadget
and tried making it myself today right after i got home.
something's not right, it's just not as good, and i made a mess.
maybe it's the location.

the locals speak in a slang i cannot master.
it's not about the language, it is the slang, or a very weird way
they produce the sound of the speech, out from their noses.
it sounds like having an orange stuck between
your throat and windpipe while talking.
or having to speak while trying to swallow your tongue (?!)
i dont know, it's just nothing i can achieve.

if you have time, and a little money to spare,
take a slow trip through vietnam. stop everywhere you possibly can,
pack a very light backpack, a very strong bladder a camera and a map.


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posted by peenutkew  # 11:05  2 comments