G L O R Y Λ F F Λ I R S   is a new little project on facebook. It was created by my friend Šimon,my brother Linh and me with the idea of sharing chilled vibes to the lovers of music. We believe that music can change people and take them high. Maybe we'll add more members in the future, who knows. There will be a lot of chillwave, indie, synth pop, dream pop music. So if you're interested in this sort of music, click to the link below, follow our journey and discover the heaven in your minds.


Let's suppose that you were able every night to dream any dream you wanted to dream,
and you would naturally as you began on this adventure of dreams, you would fulfill all your wishes.
You would have every kind of pleasure, you see,
and after several nights you would say, "well that was pretty great."
But now let's have a surprise, let's have a dream which isn’t under control.
Well something is going to happen to me that i don’t know what it’s gonna be.
Then you would get more and more adventurous, and you would make further and further out gambles as to what you would dream, and finally you would dream where you are now.

If you awaken from this illusion,
and you understand that black implies white,
self implies other,
life implies death.
You can feel yourself, not as a stranger in the world,
not as something here on probation, not as something that has arrived here by fluke, but you can begin to feel your own existence as absolutely fundamental.
What you are basically, deep, deep down, far, far in, is simply the fabric and structure of existence itself.

-Alan Watts



/JULY 2013/

Let's just hope the weather holds and I won't grill like a chicken any time soon, because now it is just beautiful here in Prague! Nevertheless, spring is the season I always look forward to, because  it's not too warm or cold. But I guess it's just a question of habit. In Vietnam when it's like twenty seven degrees, people there coplain it's cold haha.


☯ YIN & YANG ☯


Rolling up the windows of my '96 Buick
So the rain can't get inside of it 
I have more dreams than you have posters of your favorite teams
You'll never talk me out of this

It takes more than I got to hold my tongue
You shot me with a wooden gun 
And though the shot won't kill me it still bruises skin
that you don't believe in what your mouth runs

Get your cannons ready, light the wick
It will take more than an argument to change my mind 
So why keep trying? 
Keep trying, and you will never talk me out of it