My Father's New Poems Published

In my opinion, my father is not a very good poet (sorry, Dad), but nothing stops him from self publishing his poem collections once in a while. He never sells his books, just gives them away as gifts to families and friends. (My mother tells him it is a waste of time and money, he just shrugs it off. I wish I had inherited his positive attitude.)

This week I received his newest book. (Guess who shot the cover!) It also includes a poem I wrote 14 years ago (again, I am not a good poet either). Since I have contributed to his newest work, I feel like doing some promotion here. If anybody is interested in a limited edition (250 copies only) poem collection signed by the author (and the photographer), let me know.

Getting Used To My New Working Life?

First week in my new job, I asked a coworker how he could bear with this crazy working schedule. He told me, you just got used to it. I didn't believe him. Now, four weeks after that, do I get used to it? Well, yes and no. I still hate this "all work, nothing but work" life, but I am getting better at pacing myself. I try to find time to exercise even if it's only for 15 minutes. I bite the bullet to work after dinner and learn to take breaks so my eyes won't be too tired after long hours of working. I don't have time to read books or go to movies, so I start to read short poems (when I am so sick and tired of reading computer related stuff). Now I feel like going on vacation when I go to sleep.

Now I know how precious my past 6 months were. Totally idle. All time belongs to myself. Have time to be with friends. Looking back, it felt like heaven.