Lonely Green Leaf: prince of Mirkwood

Leaf is my identity, looks fragile, simple, but necessary, and it's green as it's alive, only lonely, as it's alone in the jungle of life.

Yes, the existence of leaf is not limited merely by space and time, but simply comes and goes following the cycle of life.

That's how the stories here are narrated, as it was witnessed by the lonely green leaf.

Just remember, life is not really alive when you cannot use and express your own imagination freely.

But if that's happen, just read the leaf imagination narrated here, and dream of it.

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Sunday, December 30, 2012

The guy who never runs out of arrows

mae govannen .... mellon nin'

I believe everybody must immediately understand whom I'm talking about. Yep, he is the prince of Mirkwood: our Legolas. True, in the Lord of The Ring books, he is not as cool as in the movie; he even should not appear in The Hobbit movie. But who cares? Peter Jackson, I do love your imagination!

Something about Me

I'm ordinary but unique. I'm not perfect but some mimic me.

Whatever you think about me, James Blunt thinks I'm beautiful, Maroon 5 says I will be loved, One Republic agrees everybody loves me, Faith no more confirms I'm easy like Sunday morning. But the most of all, Coldplay calls me the scientist.

Well, No doubt shouts don't speak, but Bon Jovi says, (I want to) make a memory. So, it is the reason of Hoobastank that encourages me to write this blog.

It is for me, and for whoever wants me to share with.