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
I wonder if I would like to be the one leading or be led. In this case, i supposed it doesn't matter becoz they are both in it together. It is always nice to know that there is someone by your side. no matter what.
Artist/Band: Dixie Chicks Lyrics for Song: Not Ready To Make Nice Lyrics for Album: Taking The Long Way
Forgive, sounds good. Forget, I'm not sure I could. They say time heals everything, But I'm still waiting
I'm through, with doubt, There's nothing left for me to figure out, I've paid a price, and i'll keep paying
I'm not ready to make nice, I'm not ready to back down, I'm still mad as hell And I don't have time To go round and round and round It's too late to make it right I probably wouldn't if I could Cause I'm mad as hell Can't bring myself to do what it is You think I should
I know you said Why can't you just get over it, It turned my whole world around and i kind of like it
I made by bed, and I sleep like a baby, With no regrets and I don't mind saying, It's a sad sad story That a mother will teach her daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger. And how in the world Can the words that I said Send somebody so over the edge That they'd write me a letter Saying that I better shut up and sing Or my life will be over
I'm not ready to make nice, I'm not ready to back down, I'm still mad as hell And I don't have time To go round and round and round It's too late to make it right I probably wouldn't if I could Cause I'm mad as hell Can't bring myself to do what it is You think I should
I'm not ready to make nice, I'm not ready to back down, I'm still mad as hell And I don't have time To go round and round and round It's too late to make it right I probably wouldn't if I could Cause I'm mad as hell Can't bring myself to do what it is You think I should
Forgive, sounds good. Forget, I'm not sure I could. They say time heals everything, But I'm still waiting
If the bride wears green the night before the wedding, it is thought that good luck will come to the couple. It is rare to have a bachelor or bachelorette party in Italy.
It is considered bad luck on the day of the wedding for the bride to wear any gold until after she gets her wedding ring on.. The luckiest day to be married is believed to be a Sunday.
The bride arrives at the wedding ceremony last. In Northern Italy, the groom brings the bouquet of flowers to the wedding. This signifies a present from the groom's family to the bride. While the groom waits for the bride outside the church, he should be holding the bouquet.
Candy almonds, in mesh bags are sometimes used to throw at the couple as they leave the church. The number of almonds is very important; both 5 or 7 are considered good-luck numbers.
At the reception, The best man greets everyone with a drink. Then a toast is made to the bride and groom. All the men then kiss the bride for good luck. An old custom which is still sometimes done in Northern Italy, is that the best man cuts the groom's tie into little pieces. The pieces are then put onto a tray and sold to the guests and the money given to the couple to help pay for the band.
Food has always been important at Italian weddings. As many as 14 courses can be served at the reception. Good luck foods include fried dough, and wedding candy.
Before the bride and groom leave, they break a glass. The number of pieces the vase breaks into symbolizes the number of happy years of marriage the couple will have.
I wonder how true the above is but if it is really true, do remind me to get married on a Sunday and break the vase into a million pieces!
Have you ever heard of the Botak Burger? Rumored to be yummy, filling and value for $$, I realised the rumors are true indeed! Well, here's a glimpse of what it looks like.
Thanks to my buddy dear who remember to ask me out for dinner, thanks to my buddy dear who waited so long for me to knock off to have dinner together, thanks to my buddy dear who obediently ordered the food before I arrive so that I do not need to wait for the food, thanks to my buddy dear who makes me laugh and share his life happenings with me and listening to me load off my nonsense, thanks my buddy dear who always remind me of how I always will have someone by my side despite the stupidiest things i can do, and last but not least, thanks my buddy dear for being my buddy dear.
*Krispy Kreme Donuts - Somehow the term "ABSOLUTE SUGARY GOODNESS" ; comes into mind. A gal shall still be a gal. Seeing a dozen of these yummy-looking donuts in a big box named "f.KaZ" makes me go "WOW" and mayhaps, just mayhaps there was that tiny bit of excitement (to see what lies within each donut). Hee, hee, hee. Thanks to a certain dear buddy, HEYO THANKS! *Grins*
*2nd row, 4th from the left - Figured that it is the "New York Cheese Cake" flavor and I had lay my claims on it! Anyone who touched that shall get it from me. Kekeke... (drools)
According to Wikipedia,"Hope is a belief in a positive outcome related to events and circumstances in one's life. Hope implies a certain amount of perseverance — i.e. believing that a positive outcome is possible even when there is some evidence to the contrary."
-She does not and had not hope for yet a long time, for fail of disappoinment.
-She is a confused and contradicting individual who have absolutely no idea what she wants. Incidentally, she thinks she is too old to be a "confused individual".
-She smiles but the smile does not reach her eyes.
-She laughes but the warm bubbly feeling that used to spread all the way to her feet, making her jump up and down when excited, does not seems to be evident anywhere these days.
-She feels like a fake because deep within; she feels just like yet another empty shell.
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I always get a surprise and feels at a loss when people asked me what do i like to do in my free time and ask me what my hobbies are. In fact, i had managed to cultivate a major dislike for such queries that i convinced myself that it is because i am an anti-social person who does not wish to entertain acquaintances who are more like strangers.
Having placed some thoughts on the subject matter, i realised that there may be another side to it. Mayhaps the fact that these queries make me uncomfortable is because i do not have anything to offer. I have no answers at all. Yes, thank you, i am sorry but i do not know what my hobbies are now and i have absolutely no idea what i do during my free time coz time seems to just fly pass me. No, that's just an excuse. The truth is; i had lost track. I had gotten lazy and slacken. I am lazy to think, lazy to do things that used to make me happy, and lazy to feel any more.
Perhaps it is time to wake up, take note and start living again.
Fools we all are & so who's the Greatest Fool of all?
"The heart of a fool is in his mouth, but the mouth of a wise man is in his heart." ~ Benjamin Franklin
I am not sure how true the above quotation is but I do not wish to agree with Mr. Franklin since my mouth seems to always be in my heart yet I do not feel like a wise man. Perhaps it is easier to be a wise man than a fool and maybe, just maybe...it is the fool that understands courage and the important things in life.
The weekend is finally here! These days, it seems as if I live just for the mere reason to anticipate the arrival of the weekend. Everyday at work, I religiously count down the hours till knock-off time as well as striking off the remaining days to Friday. It really shouldn't be this way huh? I wonder if it is a message which i should seriously address. Anyway, come Saturday and this being what seems like the first of many Saturdays whereby I do not have anything on, I find myself at a loss of not knowing what to do and being almost bored to tears. After the failed attempts at taking the much-needed naps and over-eating of junks and health juice (Mum's healthily bad idea), I finally decided to cut my hair short. Dear Sinni accompanied me and ended up doing scalp treatment and spending more than me! My initial plan to go to the library for some therapeutical readings were forgotten until after dinner @ the pretty 'Secret Garden', for which also signifies the closing time of the library. *Sighs*
The magnificent 6-star luxurious ocean liner, Queen Mary 2, came to Singapore last Saturday and proceeded on to Klang, Malaysia on the following day. Being the International Sales Agent for Cunard's fleet, we were of course involved in hosting the event for many who has been anticipating the arrival of the Queen. Therefore, there goes my weekend.
*With Melissa onboard QM2 when she berthed at Pasir Panjang.
*Way of Life - Tanning on the deck.
*Queen Mary 2 berthing at Port Klang, Malaysia.
*Largest library at sea.
*Speciality restaurant - Todd English.
*The Queen's Grill.
*Disco Bar - G32.
*The Queen's Theatre.
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
"Chocolate au Lait" by 
*Largest library at sea.
