0810 hmm.. ok.. now im back for some blogging again..dis is basically due to the overwhelming asking of dis questions- "u got blog?" , "quick make a blog now lah!".. etc etc.. basically..i refused to blog is that me myself had deleted a painstakingly made blog and therefore stopped blogging even before this blogging stuff become the current "in-thing"
so basically..thats all for my opening "speech" and some word for thought!=) though some of u might hv heard it from me already or seen it from my frenster!
Human vs Turtle Upon hatching from their eggs at the beach, Turtles cannot live without their shell. Human beings are just like turtles. We each have a hidding corner which totally belong to us, and nobody can enter. When someone tries to scare us, heartedlessly hit us hard on our shell or even when we simply suffer from unknown paranoia, we tend to retreat and hide. After awhile, when we decide to get out of the stuffy enclosure of ours, we feel naked and may be harmed by any predators around. Guess most of the time, people ain't in their shells by choice. It's just because it is difficult to find people who makes them feel secure and safe.
"if someone loves you,
love them back not only because they love you,
but also because they are teaching you to love and opening your heart and eyes
to things you have never seen or felt without them."
(ripped from solasura-honz)
As you envelope my mind,
thoughts are all about you.
I hope that you could walk into the ghost of me.
My heart have been delievered to your doorstep, do you accept this mail?
Could you pull out some time for me
and give both of us a chance to be together.
Waiting isn't a problem,
losing you would be the biggest trauma I would get.
May this day where our hearts bond together come soon.
Love is patient and kind; it is not jealous or conceited or proud; love is not ill-mannered or selfish or irritable; love does not keep a record of wrongs; love is not happy with evil, but is happy with the truth. Love never gives up; and its faith, hope and patience never fail. Love is eternal.
A recollection of poetry
"Twilight funeral"
Blackened and cold is the dusk
A veil where the shadows watch
Behind the dim requiems of light
When blindness envelopes our eyes
Silent and unholy is the dusk
A hole where the demons smirk
Beyond the clutters of human life
When deafness embraces our ears
Sable nothingness is the dusk
A shroud where the ravens flock
Tainting the purity of white clouds
When darkness devours our hearts
Inevitable death is the dusk
A cloak where the daggers hide
Under the facade of tranquility
When mortality is but a quip
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