She
May be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
Recently, I read an article that's discussing about the numerous choices that each individual have in the modern world now and that everyone is confused about what they want as a result.
Personally, I find that true. People probably have their own problems during their own era but in earlier times, maybe it was much easier to make choices coz there aint many choices to choose from. In our age and century though, the sky is the limit and human really are greedy, i guess. Hence, the confusion of what we want.
That's depressing huh? Coz after going a big circle, we are actually the ones who brought ourselves to this plight. All because of human's own lack of ability to satisfy and greediness...
*Shrugs*
Just some food for thoughts on a Good Friday morning. Enjoyz, ppl.~
The weather is just so. Another lazy late afternoon of a March Wednesday.. Hmm..the aftermath of a slight drizzle..one of those weather that you make you feel at ease:)
It's beautiful yet melanchonic though, coz of the dark clouds..but just put on a nice soothing tune and breathe in the fresh sweet scent of rain and ...*sighhs* :D
I'm listening to Peter Gabriel's "The book of Love" now and I like it..Sweet and touching song but i guess most people would felt asleep upon listening to this slow but peaceful song.. hehe..Hmm..Well, these days i have been lazing at home and getting too used to it.:P i did sent many resumes but not much responses.. turned down an offer from Gallery Hotel becoz the pay was too low..hmm..but im going for another interview this saturday..an office job..
That led me to thinking..if im suited for such admin work.. coz frankly speaking, i dont think it is interestng at all. It's only the normal working hours that probably appeals and that shouldnt be the way huh? hmm..what to do? i gotta think some more..Maybe i'll go back to trying out the hospitality industry:p
*lalalalalala~
Enjoyz the day then~ Collina by Sir Joshua Reynolds
It seems to be raining an awful lot these days..seems like the weather is changing alright, it has been so hot the past weeks that bush fires had been breaking out and now..it keeps raining..well, hope the rain clears the foggy skies and air though;)
The scent of rain is really very nice and i always believe that our memories are cloesly related to our sense of smell..Everytime u guys smell the rain, what do you recall? for me, usually, i recall meself as a young toddler, reaching my arm outta the window whenever it rains, to collect raindrops..keke..those were the day~
Today though, the smell of rain reminds me of a year ago, when im still a student, studying topics that i have a real interest for. I was really happy then. Probably the only times that im really happy in Ngee Ann.. Ms Elaine Cheng called me to go back to sch on Sat for a alumni tea..im so disappointed im gonna miss it becoz of the upcoming bkk trip..oh well *opportunity cost* another time, i guess*shrugs*
I'm also reminded of Concorde Hotel..short as it may be, my two weeks over there also taught me some things and one of the things that i missed most is actually the times when my dear willy will comfort me whenever i whine about the job, and once he even come and fetch me after my work..haha..where to find such a good friend right?:p
Enough reminiscing, lao da finally finish bathing..hee, im going to jurong pt to have my lunch and then visit the good old library of coz! Hee~ U guys enjoy den, im so outta here!
The Old Guitarist, 1903
If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only.
Do not say, I love her for her smile, her look, her way of speaking gently, for a trick of thought that falls in well with mine, and, certes, brought a sense of pleasant ease on such a day.
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may be changed, or change for thee- and love so wrought, may be unwrought so.
Browning, Elizabeth Barrett
A Rare Talent: Artworks~
She
May be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
