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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

Counting Blessings
03.03.13 (12:46 am)   [edit]
Grat·i·tude:  the quality of being grateful or thankful

I think I have a lot to be thankful of these days and I count my blessings to be able to recognise as such. Perhaps one might find it insignificant or mundane, but being able to enjoy an evening walk, sing with a friend, stumbled upon the short end of a rainbow (it's still very much a rainbow, right?), catch up with old comrades etc... are like prized luxuries to me.

Earlier this evening, I went to a gathering. A gathering that comprises of friends from a previous job. A gathering that I was looking forward to prior to attending it. Even though we have not met for a long time, when I see these old pals - I feel very much like a part of a big happy family. And I am very grateful for that. Thank you, god or kismet, fate or whoever whatever for bringing wonderful people into my life. :)

Lim san said this gathering comprises 5 generation of H.I.S. comrades (ex & current staff) and I am very happy to be part of this extended family. ^^


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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