Beautiful Sunday...

sunday...

woke up early.. did my project work halfway.. go to work.. sleep...


that is the sunday routine for me.. well, since i start working, i feel that i dun have time at home.. well, if not because of the $$ i think i dun want to work also... but i have to think twice!! like i said.. $$ is important...

okay.. tmrw is monday and i think its gonna be a busy day fer me... yeah night class!!

i got to go... running late fer work now...

see u in the naxt post den...

da....

I met my dear friend for lunch

Laughed, shared, discussed

Realized how much she would enjoy

Your special blend of humor I smiled

A private smile and thought of you

Kathie had a friend spend the night

Two six year olds to play with and cuddle

Read stories, said prayers, sang songs

Kissed good night and tucked snugly in

Saw our two girls in my mind, thought of you

Fixed pancakes Saturday morning

Sweet smell filled the house

Family came out of the woodwork for breakfast

And I thought of cooking in the morning

Especially for a special man, thought of you

Took the kids skating on Saturday

Had a great time on wheels, not blades

Beat Bianca while racing, laughed a lot

Fell flat on my butt, jumped right back up

Thought of skating on ice, thought of you

Spent Saturday night laughing with friends

Letting my hair down and being silly

Hadn't laughed that hard in forever and a day

Wished it would go on and on and on

Only having one person there would have made it better....

Thought of you

Sunday morning dawned beautiful and bright

Blue skies warm without a cloud

Sat in church and prayed for you and your classes and work

Your family, Your Dad's surgery, your health

I felt content and at peace for a moment, thought of you

Took the girls to the park in the afternoon

Played on the swings and the slide and ran like crazy

Fed hungry ducks, gave bread to kids all around

Wore shorts and a t-shirt it was so nice and warm

Chasing Emma I looked at my feet, saw running shoes, thought of you

Sitting quietly for a moment

Sipping some iced tea at the end of the day

My mind slowly wanders, aimlessly traveling

Day dreaming and soon I feel heart messages

Emotions of love...

I realize....

I thought of you.

Another Year Older

A birthday is just another day,

young of mind, yet youthful looks go away.

Another year older,

the world seems a bit colder.

Yet my heart still burns,

and for love it forever yearns.

Another year older,

I grow even bolder.

Life is for us to learn from,

as calculated as a mathematical sum.

Another year older,

hurting blazes now just smolder.

Letting go of past rage and pain,

living life and feeling sane.

Another year older,

a tear on your shoulder.

Life has not been so bad,

my tear is of joy not because I'm sad.

Another day older,

more pages added to my folder.

I'm glad of whom I am today,

I would not have myself any other way.

So don't mind that I write my own birthday rhyme,

I've lived through my life up till this time.

I think it is safe to say,

that things will go as planned His way.

He's got more for me yet,

It'll be even better I bet.

Another year older,

and I am in His debt.

BIRTHDAY???

HEY YEZ WAS MY BIRTHDAE!! HAPPY.... YES... LOADS OF WISHES... HMMM HAD FUN... TIRED... STILL TIRED...

NEED GET BACK TO SLEEP... AFTER MY MODULES TEST I WILL TAKE A BREAK...

SEE U IN THE NEXT POST...

DA!!!!!!!!!

Heart, we will forget him

Heart, we will forget him,

You and I, tonight!

You must forget the warmth he gave,

I will forget the light.

When you have done pray tell me,

Then I, my thoughts, will dim.

Haste! ‘lest while you’re lagging

I may remember him!

the day i got sick...

its been friday night after my 1st day of work at SAFRA Shooting Club, i fall sick... has been having fever since.. now down to having cough and flu... monday was not in skul... tuesday halfday... wednesday MC... so basically i have to get back to rest now...

see u in the next post..

da...

The Great Lover

I have been so great a lover: filled my days

So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise,

The pain, the calm, and the astonishment,

Desire illimitable, and silent content,

And all dear names men use, to cheat despair,

For the perplexed and viewless streams that bear

Our hearts at random down the dark of life.

Now, ere the unthinking silence on that strife

Steals down,

I would cheat drowsy Death so far,

My night shall be remembered for a star

That outshone all the suns of all men's days.

Shall I not crown them with immortal praise

Whom I have loved, who have given me, dared with me

High secrets, and in darkness knelt to see

The inenarrable godhead of delight?

Love is a flame; we have beaconed the world's night.

A city: and we have built it, these and I.

An emperor: we have taught the world to die.

So, for their sakes I loved, ere I go hence,

And the high cause of Love's magnificence,

And to keep loyalties young, I'll write those names

Golden for ever, eagles, crying flames,

And set them as a banner, that men may know,

To dare the generations, burn, and blow

Out on the wind of Time, shining and streaming...

These I have loved:

White plates and cups, clean-gleaming,

Ringed with blue lines; and feathery, faery dust;

Wet roofs, beneath the lamp-light; the strong crust

Of friendly bread; and many-tasting food;

Rainbows; and the blue bitter smoke of wood;

And radiant raindrops couching in cool flowers;

And flowers themselves, that sway through sunny hours,

Dreaming of moths that drink them under the moon;

Then, the cool kindliness of sheets, that soon

Smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss

Of blankets; grainy wood; live hair that is

Shining and free; blue-massing clouds; the keen

Unpassioned beauty of a great machine;

The benison of hot water; furs to touch;

The good smell of old clothes; and other such

The comfortable smell of friendly fingers,

Hair's fragrance, and the musty reek that lingers

About dead leaves and last year's ferns...

Dear names,

And thousand other throng to me!

Royal flames;

Sweet water's dimpling laugh from tap or spring;

Holes in the groud; and voices that do sing;

Voices in laughter, too; and body's pain,

Soon turned to peace; and the deep-panting train;

Firm sands; the little dulling edge of foam

That browns and dwindles as the wave goes home;

And washen stones, gay for an hour; the cold

Graveness of iron; moist black earthen mould;

Sleep; and high places; footprints in the dew;

And oaks; and brown horse-chestnuts, glossy-new;

And new-peeled sticks; and shining pools on grass;

All these have been my loves. And these shall pass,

Whatever passes not, in the great hour,

Nor all my passion, all my prayers, have power

To hold them with me through the gate of Death.

They'll play deserter, turn with the traitor breath,

Break the high bond we made, and sell Love's trust

And sacramented covenant to the dust.-

Oh, never a doubt but, somewhere, I shall wake,

And give what's left of love again, and make

New friends, now strangers...

But the best I've known

Stays here, and changes, breaks, grows old, is blown

About the winds of the world, and fades from brains

Of living men, and dies.

Nothing remains.

O dear my loves, O faithless, once again

This one last gift I give: that after men

Shall know, and later lovers, far-removed,

Praise you, "All these were lovely"; say "He loved".

LOVE.. IS THERE LOVE FOR ME??

LOVE...

Wad is love???
Who is my love???
Where is my love???

not to mention HIS name.. he is super nice.. the thing is, he is busy every single minute!! dont even have time for me or his family!! i understand him too much till sometimes i feel dat i have been hurt by him!

well, for wad i know now, i love him loads!! not wanting to leave him... i have done something which really made him happy!!

I HAVE ACCEPT HIS PROPOSAL!!!

TO HIM...
i love u loads and i will promise i will take care of u and ur family.. MUACKZZZZZ!!


This is to the crown and blessing of my life,
The much loved husband of a happy wife;
To him whose constant passion found the art
To win a stubborn and ungrateful heart,
And to the world by tenderest proof discovers
They err, who say that husbands can't be lovers.
With such return of passion, as is due,
Daphnis I love, Daphinis my thoughts pursue;
Daphnis, my hopes and joys are bounded all in you.
Even I, for Daphnis' and my promise' sake,
What I in woman censure, undertake.
But this from love, not vanity proceeds;
You know who writes, and I who 'tis that reads.
Judge not my passion by my want of skill:
Many love well, though they express it ill;
And I your censure could with pleasure bear,
Would you but soon return, and speak it here.