thank you…

… everything that has a beginning, will come to an end…

 

~Time to say goodbye. Places that I've never seen or experienced with you. Now I shall, I'll sail with you upon ships across the seas, seas that exist no more, it's time to say goodbye.~

 

Hi,
I started this blog initially to share on Learning Disorder, along the way, I’ve gotten side-tracked and turn it into a space where I just pen what was in my mind and heart… Along the way, I woke up and knew I needed to step out into the world. The days of quietly sitting in my cocoon has passed.

Like a budding flower, it will one day bloom… that’s nature and why fight nature? 

I hope, some of the stuff I shared in this blog, has served to be useful. I know there’s a few that became a hit. To see it being browsed through by people from all over the world, made me happy and it actually boosted my pride and confidence. I thank all. Please also forgive if any of my unschooled thoughts have hurt any…

I have moved on, I now have another blog with my signature on it… a point of no return? Never look backwards… let go and move on. An advice I’d remind, over and over… Forgive, let go, move on.

“Never be afraid to try something new. Remember, amateurs built the ark. Professionals built the Titanic.”

 

ooppss… the train’s leavin..

Salam.. bye… so long…

You're gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul…

 

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you knew…

 

Late in life You came to me And you put a sign On me
Late in life What remained of you When you fell into a trap of lies
You  You  You  Only you  You You

All your love That I love All your love
Like a man Who plays the game As a healing For his pain
You played your game Again and again Crazy - insane
Deep in love You  You You
Only you  You You

All your love That I love All your love... Yeah...
You  You Only you Only you  You Only you  Only you Only you Only you
All your love That I love All your love...

The best of your life…

 

Spanish Lo mejor de tu vida

English The Best of Your Life

Fuiste mía, sólo mía, mía, mía, cuando tu piel era fresca como la hierba mojada. Fuiste mía, sólo mía, mía, mía, cuando tu boca y tus ojos de juventud rebosaban. Fuiste mía, sólo mía, mía, mía, cuando tus labios de niña mis labios los estrenaban. Fuiste mía, sólo mía, mía, mía, cuando tu vientre era aún una colina cerrada. Lo mejor de tu vida me lo he llevado yo, lo mejor de tu vida lo he disfrutado yo. Tu experiencia primera, el despertar de tu carne, tu inocencia salvaje, me la he bebido yo, me la he bebido yo. Fuiste mía, sólo mía, mía, mía, cuando tu cuerpo era espiga de palma recien-plantada. Fuiste mía, sólo mía, mía, mía, cuando cerrabas los ojos apenas yo me acercaba. Fuiste mía, sólo mía, mía, mía, cuando temblaban tus manos tan sólo si las rozaba. Fuiste mía, sólo mía, mía, mía, cuando tu ayer no existía pensabas sólo en mañana. Lo mejor de tu vida...

You were mine, only mine, mine, mine, when your skin was fresh like wet grass. You were mine, only mine, mine, mine, when your mouth and your eyes used to overflow with youthfulness. You were mine, only mine, mine, mine, when your girlish lips were broken in by my lips. You were mine, only mine, mine, mine, when your belly was even a closed hill. The best of your life I have taken for myself, the best of your life, I have enjoyed. Your first experience, the awakening of your flesh, your wild innocence, I have drunk them up, I have drunk them up. You were mine, only mine, mine, mine, when you body was a palm-shoot recently planted. You were mine, only mine, mine, mine, when you would close your eyes when I came near. You were mine, only mine, mine, mine, when your hands would tremble so, if i only brushed against them. You were mine, only mine, mine, mine, when your yesterday didn't exist, you used to only think about tomorrow. The best of your life...

Nobody loves no one.

 

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you.
No, I don't want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don't want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you (This world is only gonna break your heart)
What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you and,
I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you.
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you,
No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I... (This world is only gonna break your heart)
(This world is only gonna break your heart)
Nobody loves no one.

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Waiting for the end…

This is not the end
This is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot
Rocking every revision
But you listen to the tone
And the violent rhythm
Though the words sound steady

Something’s empty with 'em
We say yeah, with fists flying up in the air
Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there
'Cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and the fear
Until we’re dead, forget it
Let it all disappear

Waiting for the end to come
Wishing I had strength to stand
This is not what I have planned
It's out of my control
Flying at the speed of light
Thoughts were spinning in my head
So many things were left unsaid
It's hard to let you go
I know what it takes to move on
I know how it feels to lie
All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got
Sitting in an empty room
Trying to forget the past
This was never meant to last
I wish it wasn't so
I know what it takes to move on
I know how it feels to lie
All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got

What was left when that fire was gone
I thought it felt right but that right was wrong
All caught up in the eye of the storm
And trying to figure out what it's like moving on
And I don't even know what kind of things I said
My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead
Picking up those pieces now where to begin
The hardest part of ending is starting again

 

All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got

I'm holding on to what I haven't got
I'm holding on to what I haven't got

do you imagine i will not love you???

No.

When it does happen, I will be sad but I will also smile through it and say ‘bon voyage’ and thank you for stopping by.

Love? It’s not ours to own or keep but to experience and cherish. When love comes residing, you’re the luckiest person to be bestowed with it. Enjoy every moment. When love decides it’s time, nothing can stop it from leaving. The only thing you can do is to let go, allowing it to move on. Love truly is a mysterious thing…

“If you fall in love with another, and he/she falls in love with you, but then love chooses to leave, do not try to reclaim it or to assess blame, let it go. There is a reason and there is a meaning. You will know in time.

Remember that you don’t choose love. Love chooses you. All you can really do is accept it for all its mystery when it comes into your life. Feel the way it fills you to overflowing, then reach out and give it away.”

“Love has its own time, its own seasons, and its own reason for coming and going. You cannot bribe it or coerce it, or reason it into staying.

But if it chooses to leave from your heart or from the heart of your lover, there is nothing you can do and there is nothing you should do.

Love always has been and always will be a mystery. Be glad that it came to live for a moment in your life.”

LOVE ANYWAY…

A groovy kind of love….

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 When I'm feeling blue
all I have to do
is take a look at you,
then I'm not so blue.

When you're close to me
I can feel your heartbeat,
I can hear your breathing in my ear.

Wouldn't you agree,
baby you and me got a groovy kind of love.

Anytime you want to
you can turn me on to
anything you want to,
anytime at all.

When I kiss your lips
oh I start to shiver

can't control the quivering inside.

Wouldn't you agree,
baby you and me got a groovy kind of love.

When I'm feeling blue
all I have to do
is take a look at you,
then I'm not so blue.

When I'm in your arms
nothing seems to matter
my whole world could shatter: I don't care.

Wouldn't you agree,
baby you and me got a groovy kind of love.

She…

She
May be the face I can't forget
A 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 tearful things
Within the measure of the day.

She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that can and hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I remember till the day I die

She
May be the reason I survive
The why and where for I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough and rainy years
Me I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I’ve got to be
The meaning of my life is…

She

 

Cappuccino Coast

It’s sea water!!!!!!!! Sea water turned foam in huge amount… mysterious? Incredible?

Foam, a substance that is formed by trapping gas bubbles in a liquid or solid.

 

 

The photographs (2007 onwards), was when the Australian shoreline at Yamba in New South Wales was swallowed by a layer of foam. It was then dubbed “the Cappuccino Coast”.

Sea foam is likely created by a combination of factors. Decaying organic matter such as fish, plant life and microscopic organisms, seaweed excretions, and other proteins, and in some cases pollutants, are all carried on tiny air bubbles whipped up by tidal movements. As currents reach the shore and a wave forms, the air bubbles well up to the surface sticking together. The wave crashes and the sea foam is delivered to shore. (wiseGEEK)  I also read an article “The mystery of foam on the seashore”. Interesting… I learn something new!

Personally, I was a little grossed out by the sea foam. I never liked the fact that you couldn't see what was in it. I don't understand what would drive people to play in the sea foam, especially after learning it is made of rotten fish, seaweed, and chemical runoff. Maybe they didn’t know huh?

Would you jump into one now that you know??

        eekkkss!!                     

Give it to a woman…

Another interesting mail today… Frankly, I just love this quote.

“Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater.

If you give her sperm, she’ll give you a baby.

If you give her a house, she’ll give you a home.

If you give her groceries, she’ll give you a meal.

If you give her a smile, she’ll give you her heart.

She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her. So, if you give her any crap,

be ready………..       

  to receive a ton of shit!”

What’s that?? Bulls eye??? aye! aye!

Why did you?

As I read my mails this morning, my eyes locked onto a caption. (this is from one site that seems to shadow my emotions… very interesting as to how it can be) It says, “After tragedy”. What I have gone through just hours before this posting, I consider it very much a tragedy. A lost. It upsets me, because another few hours prior to that I was laughing gaily upon some casual jesting. This took a round-a-bout turn and became nasty. Written words which was misinterpreted.

I find “interpretation” of what we write without the body language, without the verbal sound can be very damaging. It is very important to read carefully, probably over and over again plus staying very calm and clarify what we got out of it. After all, it was an unbalanced mode of communication.

I am moving on though. I am simply posting what I found under that caption on how to deal with a tragedy.

“In the first aftermath of a tragedy, victims experience numbness and shock. Shock gives way to tears, one of the very first stages of grief. All anyone can do is try to feel safe again on the most basic level.

• Hold each other.
• Don’t be afraid to ask for contact.
• Reach out and tell your loved ones that you do love them; don’t let it be taken for granted.
• Feel your fear. Be with it and allow it to be released naturally.
• Pray.
• Grieve with others if you can, alone if you must.

Numbness and tears lead to the second stage, in which powerful emotions rise to the surface, often after being buried for years or decades. Feelings of age and sorrow will erupt. You will feel deeply afraid in a way you have never experience before.

The third stage of suffering comes when you feel that you must take action, either to heal or to strike out against the attacker or to lend a hand to other victims.

Nothing alleviates suffering like reaching out to another person who is suffering. Go and help, be of service if only in the smallest way. Any gesture–whatever you feel safe to do–is a step toward healing.”

Adapted from The Deeper Wound: Recovering the Soul from Fear and Suffering, by Deepak Chopra (Harmony Books, 2001).

Another advice is… be careful not to misinterpret what was written and jumping to conclusions. Instead of lashing out, clarify. After all, it is known that: 'No more sword to be feared than the learned pen' (read more from the link I attached) To quote it: “As beautiful and comforting as words can be, they can be (and often are) the tools of choice for people who wish to cause damage, instil hatred and inflict pain with the author’s vitriol. For example, I’m sure you’ve encountered at some point in your life some people who spewed venom against you and did so wilfully and unabashedly. They attempted to denigrate or hurt you with their words. And unfortunately, they often succeeded. You’re left shocked and dismayed, wondering, “How could they?”

With that said… I believe, I need to heal my wound and come out mended, hopefully reborn into a new me.

Railway tracks…

… is VERY DANGEROUS!

I’ve gotten news from a dear friend living in India, that his father-in-law of less than four months had died of an accident. I was shocked! The reason of his sudden demise, to be derailed while crossing a railway track. Oh! He was careful, but his slipper gotten stuck and he went back for it, realizing moments later a train coming close and he suddenly froze ~ according to a witness. The train just derailed him and that was it. *Rest in peace, God bless his soul… and condolence to his family…*

This is not a matter to be taken lightly… NEVER! NEVER!! cross anywhere on a rail track. They have special crossings which is safe. Please…

I only wish that we adults remind each other and educate the young ones of the danger.

“Trains produce enormous amounts of wind turbulence. This slipstream is so powerful that it can drag you under the wheels of the train if you are standing next to the track or too close to the platform edge. Modern trains are deceptively silent – and extremely fast. A train travelling at 125 mph takes only 7 seconds to travel a quarter of a mile. It is never safe to take a short cut across the tracks. Where electricity is provided on the rail, there is a third rail running along the railway line. This third rail looks like a normal rail but it is actually a power line. The electricity is so strong that if you touch the rail or step on it, you will stick to it like glue and won’t be able to get off.” - Trackoff

just to say…

 

No New Year's Day to celebrate
No chocolate covered candy hearts to give away
No first of spring.. No song to sing
In fact here's just another ordinary day
No April rain, no flowers bloom

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No wedding Saturday within the month of June
But what it is, is something true
Made up of these three words that I must say to you
I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart
No summer's high, no warm July
No harvest moon to light one tender August night
No autumn breeze, no falling leaves
Not even time for birds to fly to southern skies
No Libra sun.. No Halloween
No giving thanks to all the Christmas joy you bring
But what it is, though old so new
To fill your heart like no three words could ever do
I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care, I do
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart
I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care, I do
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart, of my heart,
of my heart
I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care, I do
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart, of my heart,
baby of my heart