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
Been another long dry spell yea? For reasons that totally escapes me, here I am blogging again after months of inactivity... Well, there just hadnt been much to update..that plus my well known laziness.. Anyway, my life seems to be at a standstill lately..hmm..maybe stagnant would be a better word.
Basically, life these days meant work, comfort food binge and the ocassional dream of a seemingly faraway successful diet. I'm bored out of my mind but i'm in comfort zone, and too lazy to get things moving. I figured its time for a change but i'm not sure about what. Any suggestions, anyone? :P
Yesterday, i had dinner with a secondary school buddy and it was just great conversing with someone you feel comfortable and familar with..We watched Mr & Mrs Smith..not bad..but i agree with the review from the papers..they were quite critical but..whatever..im just there for the eye candy aka mr.brad pitt *grins*
Online later last night, I managed to chat with my photographer..hadnt been in contact lately but!! its always a joy to chat with him. He's an interesting fellow and there's no sense of inhibitions in words. It's like you dont feel the need to hold back certain remarks as we human are fond of doing. :shock:
Anyone ever heard of the theory behind the 3 types of friends? The lifetime, season and reason...hmm.. someone said the theory was overused. Me? I have absoluetly no comments at all. *shrugs*
Well, anyway, the intricacy of human interactions and relationships and how it works out in the end never fail to amaze me.. I guess there's only one answer to this. Ce qui sera sera~ (Whatever will be, will be) :)
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
