Sound.
Thursday, July 30, 2009, 3:21 PM
It is the color of light
The shape of sound high in the evergreens
It lies suspended in hills
A blue line in a red sky
I am looking at sound

I am hearing the brightness
Of high bluffs and almond trees
I am tasting the wilderness
Of lakes, rivers, and streams
Caught in an angle of song

I am remembering water
That glows in the dawn
The motion tumble in earth
Live hidden in mounds

I am dancing
a bright being of live
I am...remembering love

my scrap books
Sunday, July 5, 2009, 12:42 AM
Found this poem in one of my scrap books..
my so-called secret admirer post this to me before..
and yes.. it was him ..

To My 8th World Wonder

Two Glorious days…
You have turned my heart up side down.
The more we talked, the more I found you attractive.
It seems like we have known each other for years.
I hope the feeling is mutual

Two glorious days...
We laughed, talked, teased, and gave each other a wake up call.
We were two different drums beating full of excitement.
You said you were happy......So was I.
I could still feel your bear kisses and
I could still hear your sleepy cute voice playing continuously in my head.

Two glorious days…
You make me feel unlike any other feeling I have ever known.
I can't really explain, it's more than words can express.
All I know is that I don’t want to let the feeling go away.

You were like the summer rain.
It falls unexpected and fast.

Now I feel week and powerless, my heart exhausted.
after I realize that you're so far away.
But I will go with flow.... see where the water goes.

Perhaps...this would be the first and the last post in your blog.
Who knows, sweetie?

Do you remember the story about the soldier who had a girlfriend
whom he had never seen until he got back from a war?

Just let it be that way for now.
Just Let the faith works between us.

Truly Yours



well.. as you can see.. always with style..
he's one smooth talker.. wonder why i fell for him ? now u get the gist of it..
how i missed those times..
i can't stop talking to him from day 1 ..
he talks and i flirt. What else can a woman do? ;)

I had my doubts. not that i don't trust, but for somebody whom hearts shattered to a billion little pieces overtime. it's not an easy task to mold it back to its previous form. no matter how good an antique is, it is still second hand. never perfect. as i always said, "I can forgive.. but never forget.."

such a dubious person i am. the ugly duckling, as i always address myself as the fallen angel. i wonder whether that ugly duckling will turn into swan..

as time goes by.. relationship evolves..
Ours.. it sort of hold in a stand still.. there are beautiful moments, also horrendous occasion when i felt it's enough..

but as one asked.. When do you think enough is enough?

The other half always answers never.

women of leisure
Saturday, July 4, 2009, 6:15 PM
Suddenly I missed my mum >.< .. missed my dad, miss my brother.. missed everybody.. *sigh.. I think the job "women of leisure" doesn't fit me at all.. It really made my thoughts wondering places it shouldn't be .. *sigh..

He Said..
Friday, July 3, 2009, 11:35 PM
I more than love you, I'm not whole without you. You are life itself to me.
When you are gone I'm waiting for you to return so I can start living again.
You complete me and I become a better man. Thank you.
I am no one without you.

Happy Anniversary & thank you for 4 wonderful years.

I love you

Your Grateful Husband
.....

And I said...

I love the way you say, "I Love You,"
And the way you're always there.

This treasure of love,I cherish within my soul
Thank you for putting up with me all these years.. :)

For a chance with you is a million times
better than an eternity without.

Happy Anniversary to you too darling..

-wifey-
xx

Zilch
Wednesday, July 1, 2009, 9:58 PM
In an empty room i cried.
Funny.. All i can hear is echo.
Echo of somebody crying in a distant. I felt sorry for her.
So i stopped and listen. She's still sobbing.. i don't know why is she crying?
Is it pain ? is it love? is it something else?
I touched her softly and ask. Why do you cry my dear?
She's not answering.
.
.
.
.
So I sat quietly by her side and cried silently while waiting for her to stop crying.
Hot stream of fresh tear down my cheek, I can feel her pain, I can feel her burden.
Although, i don't know how to help. I'm reaching out to her but she just sit there staring at a blank wall and keep on crying.

Hopeless?
Resentment?
Submission?
hatred?

I would never know, but hang on a minute.. What is this place? what is this empty room. It's cold but i felt comfort. Lulled by the sense of protection.. Feels like living in a huge coccoon. where nothing will hurt anymore.
Numb..

Let's just stay here. a place where we belong. a place where we feel safe. no pain.
all existed is nothingness locked away from the outside.

close the door, put down the curtains.
in the darkness i stare at a blank wall.
together with her
nothing will hurt us
only me..
and myself.
forever.

-Fallen Angel-

, 3:11 PM
IF i could turn back the time to how i was then.
Would i still do the same thing i did ?

i guess.. i would..
probably all that meant something for me meant nothing for him..
but hey

this always happened.
the difference is only the period time spent
nothing less and wouldn't change anything.

IF it meant to be.. it meant to be
if it doesn't

well.. it's not destinied ..
all BS about cultivating and take care of each others hearts..
blah
The sweet talk leads to no where

full of resentment are we?
Yes.. I am..