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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


Happy Times with a dear Buddy
06.28.07 (11:40 pm)   [edit]

 Last evening found Dayu and me at one of my fave place to be:- Chijmes. Of course, the most important element that made my lousy mood elevated in the evening had nothing much to do with the place, rather than the person I am with. Yes, indeed, i wish to be able to express my thanks here, to my dear buddy, who always make me laugh and feels 100% thoroughly comfy around him.

To buddy dear:  You are not getting rid of me with your lame excuse of 7% GST. Hee. Try harder the next time. Tongue out

 
Word of the day - Anticipation
06.28.07 (11:29 pm)   [edit]


 *The prideful rose in the Little Prince*

Meaning of 'Anticipation':- expectation or hope.

Unknowingly, feelings of anticipation were cultivated in me. I was looking at the dictionary and imagine my mild surprise to learn the true meaning of this simple word. Anticipation. Yes, unknowingly, i had started to anticipate. Unknowingly, i had started to hope.

I have no idea how true the below quotation is. It seems like a blind kind of hoping, and that a person seems not to have any choice other than to go on hoping if they wish for what they want to come true, otherwise, one may lose all hope.

'Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: You don't give up.'
By Anne Lamott

 
Lost in my world of Self-Indulgence
06.17.07 (4:32 pm)   [edit]

Indulge:(verb) to yield to an inclination or desire; allow oneself to follow one's will.

Train of thoughts: Indulge. Indulging. Self-Indulge. Self-Indulgence. Indulged.

 Audrey Hepburn.

 
This reminds me of me.
06.04.07 (1:11 am)   [edit]

 
A Midsummer Night's Dream
06.02.07 (11:54 am)   [edit]
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste;
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste:
And therefore is love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd

<Shakespear>
 

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

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