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
It is Sunday. I am feeling the bliss of having my parents back home after their 3 days trip at the Genting Highlands. So while i am waiting for mum dear to finish cooking her yummy-licious fried yam cake (she is dilligently at work), i am busy trying to finish blogging all that had happened this past week.
At the start of this week, it was my first day of work @ H.I.S. Thank you to all dear family and friends who are concerned and asked about my first day of work. You guys make me motivated to work harder. As it is, i havent been doing much this week but well, i am motivated to work hard and to achieve results. I havent felt so ambitious/motivated about work for quite some times, so good luck to myself and im crossing my fingers that i will do well.
Gambatte!!! (Japanese version of "work hard")
As most of you may have noticed by now, i had re-founded my old love for photography! It has always been there but i guess it can be said that i take more time for this hobby of mine now than before.. I have much room for improvements so do give comments and also pardon the eye-sores(if any!) As followed are some pictures taken at Chinese Garden on 1 of the evening when i walked home from there. Enjoyz~
A sunset stroll.
Entrance to Chinese Garden from Chinese Garden Station~
This reminds me a little of the zoo. I have no idea why though. *shrugs*
See the moon? It's gonna be full soon.
Can you spot my flat?
*Like a Long Ago* i havent been up there for a year.
I dont recall the statues being lit up previously. Its looks a bit eerie but still quite nice.
Something that came up within a conversation among friends.
FRIEND (B): Blah blah ... .... I know he is the One for me. ME: Isn't that great? Well, at least you know that he is the One for you so you can take it from there~ FRIEND (B): Well, but even though he is the One for me, i know I am NOT the One for him! ME: A sad but true statement indeed.
Sometimes, life is just such an eluding affair! How do all these mismatches come about? I suppposed in a way, that teaches us about disappointment but of what use is there in this lesson that we have been and willl be taught for the rest of our lives? Moral of the story: As usual, we cannot always get what we desire and things do not always go the way you wish it to be.
I am suddenly reminded of the Buddha's teachings of 'desiring nothing'. Maybe we should all try that sometimes. *Sighs*
Friday evening found me strolling home after yet another workday. Along my way, some beautiful spots managed to catch my attention and i took a few pictures. I do appreciate beauty in life and sometimes, when one can take the time to stop and look around.. Volia~ Simple beauty fills the heart with joy simply. That's what i believe in. So guys, do slow down sometimes to appreciate t he tiny little things that's around you.
Just outside Lakeside Train Station: I like how the tree branches actually blends with the color of the sky. This moment is mine.
Water Reflection: Okie.. so mayhaps i's not wise to comment that many accidents had actually happened where this river is concerned but.. *shrugs* The clarity of the reflection in the river seems beautiful to me. Lakeside is home truly and i feel blessed to be staying in this peaceful & beautiful part of the island.
There goes the plane! Not very clear as i didnt have my SLR with me but well.. hope you guys enjoy the above pictures of my idyllic neighbourhood.
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
As followed are some pictures taken at Chinese Garden on 1 of the evening when i walked home from there. 
