life's mean reds.

You shall ask What good are dead leaves And I will tell you They nourish the sore earth. You shall ask What reason is there for winter And I will tell you To bring about new leaves. You shall ask Why are the leaves so green And I will tell you Because they are rich with life. You shall ask Why must summer end And I will tell you So that the leaves can die. ©Nancy Wood

The Moon is Made of Gold-- Rickie Lee Jones Don’t feel bad because the sun went down The night has wealth untold Just keep watching and you soon will see The Moon is Made of Gold Now the stars appear And as they do Heaven they unfold Don’t feel bad because the sun went down The Moon is Made of Gold See how the shadows Enhanced by the light above Dance in the night As the breezes sigh, Soon you will be asleep Into your dreams will creep Visions of fairies flying through the sky And one by one Your dreams will all come true Magic you’ll behold Don’t feel bad because the sun went down The Moon is Made of Gold

i have two left feet and this is probably the most improbable thing that i ought to suggest. but blame it on the hopeless romantic in me (and a walk to remember, or was it the notebook)--wouldnt it be lover-ly to dance in the most deserted of streets illuminated by nothing but a dim streetlamp?:) it's sweet, not so much the dance (which will be a clumsy clambering really, at least for me), but the fact that two can dance to tones and a rhythm, known to no one else but the two of them. their song.:)

teehee.

check out tis funky website to test if u are sleep deprived or not! hah. no prizes for guessing what result i got!:P http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/sleep/sheep/

came across these awesome bread shoes as i was surfing for inspiration just a while ago. how funky are they! i personally like the second one more. hah. so fat and cute.haha.

got this off a friend's blog and i guess i just found it mildly amusing that Mark Twain could have been the very author of these quotes that i can't really make a head or tail out of. still, it's fun every now and then to enjoy whimsical, albeit meaningless words? Cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education. Familiarity breeds contempt – and children. I have never let my schooling interfere with my education. The more things are forbidden, the more popular they become. If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.

Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus. 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 so easy to forget that life, just the way it is, or eventually ends up to be, is indeed the very will of God.

I remember visiting the famous Berlin Wall, only to leave without feeling particularly emotional. To me, it was but a wall. True, its historical importance was not to be easily discounted, but really, it was but a piece of concrete nonetheless. It was then that i realised, every object, as insignificant as it might seem in a temporal space, holds a piece of history in them that gives them value, and makes them irreplaceably beautiful to people, even if it had only last for a fleeting moment.

it's funny how boundaries make a whole lot of difference; or so i was enlightened as i sat in the car yesterday. beyond those glass windows , the world goes by before my eyes so clearly that i can almost touch it, yet a sense of distance is inevitably felt. those people out there and their life stories, almost shrouded by a mystery that hides comfortably behind these glass windows that, in the same manner, separates the sounds from the sights. yet, strangely, it's significantly different within those glass windows . the windows stay the same and clear they remain, but instead of a vague perception of the other, it's almost compelling for one to understand the other when both beings are held within those windows, that space, those boundaries. do boundaries divide and separate, or do they bind and unite? the former is hurting, the latter, well, let's just say that it requires a lot of courage to enable it to come to pass. i guess, thats perhaps the very reason that bound

something feels different. not in particularly positive or negative way though, just different. maybe im just having the missing home blues.