Nothing is in my heart but you.

The roaring sky with heavy rain in the summer of 2014 just can't fade away from my heart. It's not because of the weather, but because of the encounter with her. I eagerly await a similar incident, one that becomes a permanent memory lasting throughout my life.

She understands my feelings towards her, yet she never tries to please me. Nevertheless, I remain optimistic. She may claim to have her favorites, but I still believe I have the right to admire her.

The world itself is filled with sarcasm, and so are the people in it. My intended feelings never seem to reach the intended recipients. If my intended feelings were understood by the intended person, I am certain she would be shocked to know and would appreciate my emotions. However, it seems that fate has not created a situation where she can understand my feelings. If, by chance, she does comprehend my affection for her, she will realize that I am the one and only person who truly cares for her and will continue to do so throughout her life.

The more I chat with her and the more I think of her, the stronger my affection for her grows, much like a swelling summer river. I have already reached a threshold point where I can't stop thinking about her.

There is a simple reason why I love her, why I am willing to spend my life with her despite any tragedies that may come our way. The pleasure and joy I experience while chatting with her are immeasurable. She is simply amazing.

I love you for eternity. Please understand my love and feelings.

Hard to write a piece of note.

I actually want to write whatever come in my mind daily. I take excuses like unavailability of internet access and constraint time. I only realize I was under control of laziness, perhabs the true laziness. I got to write about the trip to Para Taktsang and Chumbu Nye (Flying Buddha). I had an experiences which I never expected from those trip and which will surprise you. I am yet to write within a week about that. Until then I wish a wonderful week days after 3 days holiday and bye bye for now.

Short conversation with Sancha Sir.

On my page, I posted a screen shot photo with some information about the Ballon D'OR 2015 ceremony, such as when it will take place and which TV channel will broadcast it “Thought of Jigme Zangpo facebook”. No sooner was the post posted than a new comment notification was notified. I checked who was the first person to comment. It was none other than my blogger friend (I called Sancha Sir. He maintained the blog Dairy that never tell lies. Catch him at given link and stay tune to his works) with the comment “Thanks Bro”. I understood Sancha Sir was also waiting to watch Ronaldo, Messi, or Neymer take away the Ballon d'OR award. 

But I wondered if he was at the College of Science and Technology because the Class X paper evaluation was scheduled for December 13th. I opened the messenger and texted him. I asked where Sir was at the moment. It came as a surprise to learn that he was at CST during the class XII paper evaluation. What made me more shocked was when Sir told me that he even saw me in the ICT office. I was about to text that Sir could have talked to me, but before I pressed the send button, I got a message from Sir saying a second chance is always there and he was a bit busy too. I am hoping to meet Sancha Sir in the future. It was nice chatting with Sir after knowing him a long time ago from blogging.

A simple Gratitude Letter to my dad and mom

With father and mother of sealed fate.

Dear Apa and Ama,

This is your son, Jigme Zangpo, writing to express gratitude for having done many meritorious things for me.

I feel great when I am near my parents. The happiest moment was when they came to Phuntsholing last time and celebrated the Meeting of the Nine Evils (ngenpa guzom) at Threma Lhakhang together with the family. Thank you, dad and mom, for coming all the way to meet us.

I know that more than anyone, I know the love and care they need at this stage. I assure you, I will never let you feel upset with your son.

I am very much thankful to have two parents that will, paradoxically, scold me in a loving way. No one knows you better than your parents. They know how to talk to you, give you the right advice, and tell you not to make the mistakes they made. 

I am thankful to have two parents that will support me in anything I do. 

Basically, I’m thankful for having two loving and supportive people who I will always love with all of my heart.

Thank you apa and ama for nurturing me. It is owing to your effort that I can stand in front of a crowd proudly.

And Kadrinche for coming back from Thimphu to celebrate ChungNgepa Losar at Phuntsholing.

With love and affection,

Your son

Thank you 2015

                                                               

A short stay in Spain in Europe till 28/6/2015 and half year in mother land, Bhutan marks the end 2015 for me.  No misfortunes encounter me owing to god almighty blessing. I thank you, 2015 for winding and leaving me peacefully.

Today, (6/1/2016) almost end of wish fulfilling year, 2016, I would like to offer my prayer to triple gem for successful year. A year, 2016 will be critical and life changing year for me. I am optimistic; year 2016 will be similar to 2015. I will never keep 2016 itself but will commit and dedicate myself towards responsible to have a successful year, 2016.

To all, a very Happy new year. May 2016 be your year. may Guru Rinpoche bless you. Om Ma Ni PAD mi Hung.

Guru Rinpoche la namo

Reading his post isn’t a waste of time.

Thank you to the Facebook page "Writer Association of Bhutan." It was through this page that I came across an inspiring writer who daily writes about his life experiences and offers encouragement to the youth. Sometimes, he brings laughter to our hearts through his jokes. His posts never let me waste my time; instead, they bring me joy while reading them. He writes daily, sometimes even more than one post. His writing is simple, yet it never fails to impress me with his style. If you are reading what I am writing and you are also a reader of his work, you will believe me because you might have the same feelings as I do.

I have been reading his posts on the Facebook page "Writer Association of Bhutan" for a long time. A week ago, I decided to send him a friend request on his Facebook account. Before sending the request, I browsed his Facebook page and found no photos of him. I guess he is older because in several of his posts, he has mentioned his children. He accepted my friend request, and I thank him for accepting. Now I can see his posts on his timeline, and I no longer have to visit the Writer Association of Bhutan page to read his work.

Did I make sense when describing whom I am talking about? Who am I referring to? Could you please mention his name?

My experience and my attitude.

                                   

I know myself better than anybody else. I know that being short-tempered isn't a good attitude. Honestly speaking, I am also a short-tempered person. Sometimes, I deeply regret my actions that stem from frustration. I have made efforts to improve and overcome this habit, but breaking a long-standing habit is not an easy task. Through meditation and prayer, I have become more aware during moments of frustration and I am actively trying to control my reactions. I have made significant progress, but I am determined to continue improving by practicing mindfulness in my interactions with friends. Recognizing my faults is a strength. What are your strengths and weaknesses?