my dearest girl.. ..

babe..

I know you got your head screwed on right.. and i know of the two of us.. you are the one always choosing the right path over the pleasing one. I know that when push comes to shove.. you got you stuff all under control.. i know when i'm down and out.. you are always there with a listening ear.. always hearing me out.. never judging me or my actions. You respect my decisions and the path I stubbornly take despite all of your heartfelt advice that I often come to you for.. I know that all in all.. i can count on you..

But do you know you can count on me too? Do you know that when you are feeling blue.. and you need that shoulder to cry on and lean on.. do you know that I will be there? That despite you being the 'when the going gets tough, the tough gets goin' kinda girl.. always handling stuff by yourself with your tough shoulders all shrugged up.. you are my girl and I want to be there for you as much as you are there for me.

girl.. i'll never forget how you sat there and cried with me, whilst I weeped my heart out.. With all my wrong doings and mistakes in life that seem to be self inflicted.. *sigh* you stood by jus being my friend. Never has the word 'friend' meant so much to me.. never has it been so consoling and comforting to spend time chatting with you.. laughing.. sobbing or just sharing my joys in life with.. I mean girl.. where can one find a friend who can be so sincerely glad for something I've just attained.. Where can you find a soul that speaks in the same tone or with the same voice..

you never made me walk alone.. pls girl.. don't you drift off by yourself..

hi there..

its just amazing how life is..

throbb

why are you confused.
why do you float with every slight breeze.
why do you not see that she cheats you still.
why do you slip through my fingers,
like sand to the ground.

perhaps the timing is just not ours.
perhaps the moment is not for us to hold to.
perhaps I am afraid to stand my ground.
perhaps I am scared to admit,
I like you too.

then why do I weep.
then why does my heart hurt.
then why do I shiver in fear.
then why did I dream of you last night,
oh being mine to love.

how do I step off from here.
how do I make known to you.
how do I smile.
how do i pretend,
that its alright to see you walk.

Haven't told you

Look in my eyes
What do you see
Only me
Got nothing to hide
Seek and you'll find
What's on my mind
This happened so fast not a part of my plan
So I'm leaving my heart in your hands

Haven't told you just how much I love you
Only by dreaming I show my feelings
Haven't told you just how much I love you
Time for revealing
And I will give you something too
A love from me to you
Oh yeah oh

Look in my eyes
You know me so well
Can't you tell that I'm
Way in too deep
I'm going down
So catch me now
It happened so fast not a part of my plan
Now I'm leaving my heart in your hand

Haven't told you just how much I love you
Only by dreaming I show my feelings
Haven't told you just how much I love you baby
Time for revealing
And I will give you something too
A love from me

I feel you every day
I breathe you every single moment from the start
I see you constantly
I feel you
You move me so
No letting go
You smile at me
My heart is yours to keep

Haven't told you just how much I love you
Only by dreaming I show my feelings
Haven't told you just how much I love you
Time for revealing
And I will give you something too
Haven't told you just how much I love you
Only by dreaming I show my feelings
Haven't told you just how much I love you
Time for revealing
And I will give you something too
A love from me to you

Kelly Rowland

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The secret of happiness

A certain shopkeeper sent his son to learn about the secret of happiness from the wisest man in the world. The lad wandered through the desert for forty days, and finally came upon a beautiful castle, high atop a mountain. It was there that the wise man lived.

Rather than finding a saintly man, though, our hero, on entering the main room of the castle, saw a hive of activity: tradesmen came and went, people were conversing in the corners, a small orchestra was playing soft music, and there was a table covered with platters of the most delicious food in that part of the world. The wise man conversed with every one, and the boy had to wait for two hours before it was his turn to be given the man's attention.

The wise man listened attentively to the boy's explanation of why he had come, but told him that he didn't have time just then to explain the secret of happiness. He suggested that the boy look around the palace and return in two hours.

"Meanwhile, I want to ask you to do something", said the wise man, handling the boy a teaspoon that held two drops of oil. "As you wander around, carry this spoon with you without allowing the oil to spill."

The boy began climbing and descending the many stairways of the palace, keeping his eyes fixed on the spoon. After two hours, he returned to the room where the wise man was.

"Well", asked the wise man. "Did you see the Persian tapestries that were hanging in my dining hall? Did you see the garden that it took the master ten years to create? Did you notice the beautiful parchments in my library?"

The boy was embarrassed, and confessed that he had observed nothing. His only concern had been not to spill the oil that the wise man had entrusted to him.

"Then go back and observe the marvels of my world", said the wise man. "You cannot trust a man if you don't know his house."

Relieved, the boy picked up the spoon and returned to his exploration of the palace, this time observing all of the works of art on the ceilings and the walls. He saw the gardens, the mountains all around him, the beauty of the flowers, and the taste with which everything had been selected. Upon returning to the wise man, he related in detail everything he had seen.

"But where are the drops of oil I entrusted to you?", asked the wise man.

Looking down at the spoon he held, the boy saw that the oil was gone.

"Well, there is only one piece of advice I can give you", said the wisest of wise men. "The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon."


The alchemist
Paulo Coelho

you are mine..

Again

I heard from a friend today
And she said you were in town
Suddenly the memories came back to me in
My mind

How can I be strong I've asked myself
Time and time I've said
That I'll never fall in love with you again
A wounded heart you gave,
My soul you took away
Good intentions you had many,
I know you did
I come from a place that hurts,
God knows how I've cried
And I never want to return
Never fall again
Making love to you felt so good and
Oh so right

How can I be strong I've asked myself
Time and time I've said
That I'll never fall in love with you again

So here we are alone again,

Didn't think I'd come to this
And to know it all began
With just a little kiss
I've come to close to happiness,
To have it swept away
Don't think I can take the pain
No never fall in love again
Kinda late in the game
And my heart is in your hands
Don't you stand there and then tell me
You love me
Then leave again'
Cause I'm falling in love with you again

Hold me, hold me
Don't ever let me go
Say it just one time
Say you love me
God knows I do love you again

= Janet Jackson=

aprilia Y2K

hoooo weee..

and so i love you. Its progressed from attraction to a much deeper form of appreciation.. a love for you smoothness.. your sporty shape.. the feel of you. hehehe.. i think i love you.. oh could it be? and if the fates serve me right.. you will be mine shortly.

fingers tightly crossed..

how now brown cow

*sigh*

i really know not what i should hope to aquire. aprilia.. kawasaki... or just a honda. This often happens when one makes a long term investment in something that is not in the average vocabulary of the average human being. I presume i can make a preferred choice based on price, availability.. but i keep faltering. Returning to make my judgement based on what I like. I know.. there may be no err in doing so.. and perhaps some may argue that is how it ought to be done. but there are just so many factors to consider that i cant seem to stay glued to my decision. I find myself swaying to every slight breeze, and in the event of wanting to get my bike right here right now.. thats just not a good thing to keep on doing.

Here's really what i want in order of preference:

1) Ducati 125 -- sigh.. unless i do an import.. sigh
2) Cagiva planet -- sigh.. spare parts are such a bother
3) aprilia RS 125 -- only second hand.. can i convince puppy?
4) kawasaki kips -- sigh.. only half like la.. and its kick start la
5) Honda NSR -- sigh.. though its like the easiest to find spare parts for.. :(

sigh.. really.. i hope the aprilia Y2K will be in good condition. I have yet to see it in daylight and so i have yet to notice its true condition. well.. if all goes well.. sigh.. hopefully soon..

i'll be riding into the sunset with you..

I'm walking away

I'm walking away, from the troubles in my life
I'm walking away, oh to find a better day
I'm walking away, from the troubles in my life
I'm walking away, oh to find a better day
I'm walking away

Sometimes some people get me wrong, when it's something I've said or done
Sometimes you feel there is no fun, that's why you turn and run
But now I truly realise, some people don't wanna compromise
Well, I saw them with my own eyes spreading those lies, and
Well I don't wanna live my life, too many sleepless nights
Not mentioning the fights, I'm sorry to say lady

I'm walking away, from the troubles in my life
I'm walking away, oh to find a better day
I'm walking away, from the troubles in my life
I'm walking away, oh to find a better day
I'm walking away

Well, I'm so tired baby
Things you say, you're driving me away
Whispers in the powder room baby, don't listen to the games they play
Girl I thought you'd realise, I'm not like them other guys
Cos I saw them with my own eyes, you should've been more wise and
Well I don't wanna live my life, too many sleepless nights
Not mentioning the fights, I'm sorry to say lady

I'm walking away, from the troubles in my life
I'm walking away, oh to find a better day
I'm walking away, from the troubles in my life
I'm walking away, oh to find a better day
I'm walking away

=Craig David=

i'm walking away

Devil's Dictionary

MAN, n.
An animal so lost in rapturous contemplation of what he thinks he is as to overlook what he indubitably ought to be. His chief occupation is extermination of other animals and his own species, which, however, multiplies with such insistent rapidity as to infest the whole habitable earth and Canada.

When the world was young and Man was new,
And everything was pleasant,
Distinctions Nature never drew
'Mongst kings and priest and peasant.
We're not that way at present,
Save here in this Republic, where
We have that old regime,
For all are kings, however bare
Their backs, howe'er extreme
Their hunger. And, indeed, each has a voice
To accept the tyrant of his party's choice.

A citizen who would not vote,
And, therefore, was detested,
Was one day with a tarry coat
(With feathers backed and breasted)
By patriots invested.
"It is your duty," cried the crowd,
"Your ballot true to cast
For the man o' your choice." He humbly bowed,
And explained his wicked past:
"That's what I very gladly would have done,
Dear patriots, but he has never run."

Apperton Duke

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pieces of glass..

Have you noticed that when hurt first hits you.. its like a ball that bounces right off a wall that seems somewhat like a fortress. Impermeable and impenetrable, it ricochets off into nothingness like a bullet that has been fired at a cement platform. but just like the saying, once bitten twice shy, I have come to realise that it is same with emotions as it is with situations. Such that with the subsequent encounters of distress.. one becomes more weary and cautious.. and less willing to allow one's self to re-enter the cave of uncertainty. Such nurtured insecurities reflect the paragraphs of past happenings in our being, .. leaving us more vunerable and fearful, but at the same time invokes an inner crave and desire for that other to complete us.

a human being is as fragile as glass, physically.. emotionally, and once shattered, we remain shattered. Though at times the pieces may be glued back and one may yearn to be as it once was, but the truth remains.. fragments of our being will always remain lost. And no matter how small that little piece may be.. because of its absence.. you remain incomplete as an individual. You remain.. that much shattered. A case of not crying over spilt milk?.. that may be true.. but then again.. what has lost is lost and whilst there may be no point crying over it.. what has been done cannot be undone.. and so you live with the outcome. Shattered or not.. complete or incomplete.. there is no going back to the obsolete past. There is no goin back..

Sculptured by our creator such that no man is an island. Perhaps the fault in us lies in our making. Governed from young to love and be loved.. it stems from our very being .. the requirement for such companionship in our lives. From the presence of make-believe friends, to the company we seek from playmates in our early years to the search for our final life partners, it seems as though it is a designed task that we seek to fulfill in the course of our years alive. And with the search for love dwelling in us to a great extend, we ultimately gear ourselves up for great disaster and pain at hand. So where does the problem lie if we cannot in fact alter our natural tendencies.

Perhaps what we fail to comprehend, is that with such power and desire in us to love, we have the potiential of its negative sister, the power to hate in its deepest form. And perhaps this may be reason to why love is just not enough to keep two persons together for a life time. In my short time here on this planet, and through the trials and trivilations of my life, I have come to note that a couple that has lived a life together may not necessarily love each other unconditionally, and those who love each other with no end.. do not always end up growing old together.

Then why.. do we fall in love.