reflections

Look back... reminisce about how we were together. Those enchanting moments. Magical yet true. When i am forlorn in my room. I look up at the blank ceiling. Those moments are history.
i can.. so vivdly remember those precise words...




Have I ever told you that if I sit really still and silent, sometimes.
I like to think I can hear your heart beating in time with mine?

Have I ever told you that I wait out each day in anticipation, wanting only an hour or two,
just a second in space and time, to feel close to you?


Have I ever told you that there has been times,
when I ached for you, ached for you so badly,
that the emotions overwhelmed me.. and so I sat and cried?

Have I ever told you that after the first time I heard the sound of your voice,
thousands of miles away, I sat up all night,
turning the conversation over and over in my mind, examining it,
like some newly discovered species of flower?

Have I ever told you that I would give everything up, just for one night
to be able to lay near you, to feel your chest rise and fall
with each breath you take, just to know that you are real?

Have I ever told you that I dream of you often,
I dream of you reaching out and touching my hand, simply to let me know
that you are there, and everything is okay?

Have I ever told you, am I still yet to tell you . . .
that I love you?


what else could have made me fall for you but your poetic words and charming smile.
i love you baby

- buff-

Symbol of Love

ok this is my favourite. it was done in melacca in my most recent trips. Cool eh?

Beauty of a women

Is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries
Or the way she combs her hair,


The beauty of a women
Must be seen in her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
The place where love resides


The beauty of a women is not in a facial mole,
But tru beauty in a women
Is reflected in her soul.

It is the carig that she lovingly gives,
The passion that she shows,
And the beauty of a woman
With passing years will only grow

-buff-

why women cry?

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said, "When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,

yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

Introduction

Everyone is bloggin. so i guess i don wanna be left out. hehe.. i guess i wanna be different from the rest. My blogs will reflect my inner thoughts, beliefs about things and incidents i like or dislike. It maybe all about the living past or the dead present. so if you don agree with my beliefs you can always drop me a comment:)

Beauty

How around us and about us
Has beauty's light been shed
In the azure of the sunny sky
In the ground on which we tread In the way of light of the eastern sky
Is bespoken in the coming day
In the evening's shadows stealing on
As the daylight passes away. There is beauty in the modest flower
Or else why were they made?
But to gladden man in his weariness
In the grassy path or glade. Yet the flowers of the earth do fade
Their beauty must decay
And the beauty of a sunset sky
Must melt in gloom away Oh! fairer than the crimson flush
That tells of the rising sun
Or the purple shades of departing light
When the day is past and gone For a pilgrim follower of the Land
As he looks to the golden west
Can gaze with hope to the world beyond
Where the uneasy are at rest. Then cling not to the joys of earth
But turn thine eyes to the climes within
Where flowers unfading bloom
Beyond the shining skies For is a world of sin like ours
Can boast of things as fair
Far brighter must the ones appear
When the Light of God is there.

Gay Emo

GAY EMO!! haha awesome eh? sighz... am i to stereotype them as ppl who are sick in their heads? Wait a min sometimes it seems quite cool too. How could they possibly feel like this towards the same gender? I know i can be so ironic at times. haha.. so complicated. Hmm i guess these ppl are just so lost in their labyrinth lives. God help them!! Anyway i find this pic cool..

-buff-