Robert H. Smith

The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Blessed

smoothly it went all according to our plans
bitter gourds, durians and flour, followed on with flowers and a kiss on the lips
love and friendship filled the air, coupled with well wishes from everyone
wine champagne and music was in abundance amidst the happy laughter
it was magical as though a fairytale

venice, rome, florence, milan we went
along with the hot sun, we travelled mostly on foot, ferry and trains,
explored the venetians canals
hiked across the 5 villages of cinque terre,
but saw many countless museums including the david
vatican city is one of which impressed us most
awed by its beauty and rich history, we sunk into the past subconsciously.

as we travelled, we miss home at the same time. 
thought about our beds, comfort food and sofa
thought about our mommy, papa and siblings
and many other trains of thoughts about our lifes onward together

for 2 weeks we ate pizza, pasta and bread
only on rare occasions do we get to feast on florentine steak
by the 10th day we got tired of their food and look hard for good Chinese dining.

finally we are back this day, tired and happy
biological clock not fully adjusted,
nonetheless, nothing beats being in our home.