There is a fine distinction between visualizing and remembering; the memory and the imagination occupy so close a space to each other that only a thread of a thought of a subconscious delusion of a dream separates them. And yet the thread could not be any clearer to me than if it were red neon. And I know what I imagine and what I remember. And I know that I remember this. I know what it is to remember, to remember, what my eyes have never seen.
Best friends never tell each other that they're best friends, they just know.
Why do we hurt the ones we love the most? Is it because we expect a lot from them. Don’t we take them for granted.. I know it should have not happened the way it has…Looking at me now .I was not even hurt when i had to say good - bye to my love as much as it hurt me today to say some thing I didn’t want to, to someone I completely hold dear….
I tried every possible way to get things to norm...My courage revived and my fortunes despite , my hand was so strong , my spirit was light… She gave me good sorrow and made me forgive... She thought I didn’t care and love didn’t last.. But no one understood the what I lacked….Many tears in the heart never reach the eye and It’s often hard to bear the tears we ourselves have made to fall….The feeling of guilt …., the memories of love , the partner of solitude are there but no more there…. You can not understand . you cannot let go love Is to live and live is to love… I know her since I opened my eyes and smelt the world.. The gay times of life are what I feel to remember ,,, to sigh is to grief , to grief is to cry… the cry makes me lonely .. there is no one to lie… Is it sacrifice no its not…. Is it hatred no, not at all…. I know she felt I felt for her…. But no she didn’t coz she didn’t care…. But I know she still does… Isn’t it strange when two strangers become the best of friends but isn’t it really sad when the best of friends become two strangers.
She hears the song of my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails. I cried to feel a feeling of relief and she did hear but still no response…. Let my memory fail, Let her squeal coz I know she is my angel who will lift my feet when my own wings will have troubles remembering how to fly…..
If everything I said made u smile . I will talk forever till my chords reply…My cerebrum replies, I dunt want to hear .cover the miles which make us far apart..
Silence speaks, she does hear. Silence makes the real conversations between friends. Not the saying but the never needing to say is what that does matter. want to feel a life just rally round.. I know you care ,I know you trust, my heart pounds just wanna hear one more sound…. I know I was wrong was harsh to say just give a chance and we’ll together make our lives shine out bright as we always did….
We expect a lot , cant let go, emotions are loud , its hard to believe that we are not relieved ….You know I know you hate to be labeled but swear I didn’t do it. u just felt bad.. Sorry again…. will I ever see u smiling back at me .I cant think of magic to find the solution the miles are long and the feet shy…. I keep wanting to be pure, but never am — it’s all jumbled, pieces of this emotion grafted , tearing through here to show another. Relationships can be complicated be it even at the best of times — and when they end, no matter how inevitable that ending may seem, it all smashes together into a muddy ball of ache in your chest, a razor-clawed beast sloughing its way through endless webs of red tape in your inner emotional bureaucracy.It just didn’t work out the way it should have been , you cried, I hear! You wanted a shoulder . I had one. The ways are harsh, the feelings light. I got mad , I did.
It was the hell of time.. let it be. You will be fine dunt worry about me… Perhaps it’s merely that even a person as infinitely emotional as I am can only feel so much before going numb. There is a feeling strong just rolling across my mind. I care for myself but not as much as I do for you . I know you are listening, I know you feel , this world is harsh , you do have a friend at your side. I cant express out, I m out of words, no dictionary is enough, I just need people who care…. Silk is supple, moonlight is bright, your face glows, eyes shimmery, its you yes its u , the smart lady with an adorable smile , I always did,still n will always take u the way u are…No labels matter., what matters is what you are n I love you for tht …. I'm not beautiful or intelligent like you ,, but I am happy that I m ur reflection….
I know you can just give it a try. I am a ship, sailing unacquainted , you can be the anchor to stop it look for the better. We started out as total strangers and ended as lifelong friends, we shared a season of our lives, but I wont let any season to end…
She rocks……
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
WHICH ONE ARE YOU ?
Once upon a time a daughter complained to her father that her life was miserable and that she didn't know how she was going to make it.She was tired of fighting and struggling all the time. It seemed just as one problem was solved, another one soon followed.Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen
He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire.
Once the three pots began to boil,
he placed potatoes in one pot,
eggs in the second pot
and ground coffee beans in the third pot.
He then let them sit and boil, without saying a word to his daughter.The daughter, moaned and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing. After twenty minutes he turned off the burners.
He took the potatoes out of the pot and placed them in a bowl.He pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl.He then ladled the coffee out and placed it in a cup.
Turning to her, he asked. "Daughter, what do you see?"
"Potatoes, eggs, and coffee," she hastily replied. "Look closer", he said, "and touch the potatoes."
She did and noted that they were soft
He then asked her to take an egg and break it.
After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg.Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee.Its rich aroma brought a smile to her face."Father, what does this mean?" she asked
He then explained that the potatoes, the eggs and coffee beans had each faced the same adversity-the boiling water.However, each one reacted differently.The potato went in strong, hard, and unrelenting, but in boiling water, it became soft and weak.
The egg was fragile, with the thin outer shell protecting its liquid interior until it was put in the boiling water. Then the inside of the egg became hard
However, the ground coffee beans were unique.After they were exposed to the boiling water, they changed the water and created something new.
Which one are you," he asked his daughter."When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a potato, an egg, or a coffee bean?"
In life, things happen around us, things happen to us,but the only thing that truly matters is what happens within us.Which one are you? When problems come (and they will) how will we react? Will they make us weak, hard hearted or will they cause us to change into something worthwhile?
Think about it......
QUOTE;-
"What is important is not what happens to us, but how we respond to what happens to us."
He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire.
Once the three pots began to boil,
he placed potatoes in one pot,
eggs in the second pot
and ground coffee beans in the third pot.
He then let them sit and boil, without saying a word to his daughter.The daughter, moaned and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing. After twenty minutes he turned off the burners.
He took the potatoes out of the pot and placed them in a bowl.He pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl.He then ladled the coffee out and placed it in a cup.
Turning to her, he asked. "Daughter, what do you see?"
"Potatoes, eggs, and coffee," she hastily replied. "Look closer", he said, "and touch the potatoes."
She did and noted that they were soft
He then asked her to take an egg and break it.
After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg.Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee.Its rich aroma brought a smile to her face."Father, what does this mean?" she asked
He then explained that the potatoes, the eggs and coffee beans had each faced the same adversity-the boiling water.However, each one reacted differently.The potato went in strong, hard, and unrelenting, but in boiling water, it became soft and weak.
The egg was fragile, with the thin outer shell protecting its liquid interior until it was put in the boiling water. Then the inside of the egg became hard
However, the ground coffee beans were unique.After they were exposed to the boiling water, they changed the water and created something new.
Which one are you," he asked his daughter."When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a potato, an egg, or a coffee bean?"
In life, things happen around us, things happen to us,but the only thing that truly matters is what happens within us.Which one are you? When problems come (and they will) how will we react? Will they make us weak, hard hearted or will they cause us to change into something worthwhile?
Think about it......
QUOTE;-
"What is important is not what happens to us, but how we respond to what happens to us."
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Different Ages...
HOW A SON or DAUGHTER THINKS OF HIS/HER FATHER AT DIFFERENT AGES
At 4 Years : My daddy is great.
At 6 Years : My daddy knows everybody.
At 10 Years: My daddy is good but is short tempered and knows little lessthan my friend's Daddy.
At 12 Years : My daddy was very nice to me when I was young
At 14 Years : My daddy is getting fastidious.
At 16 Years : My daddy is not in line with the current times. Frankly hedoes not know anything.
At 18 Years : My daddy is becoming increasingly cranky.
At 20 Years : Oh! Its becoming difficult to tolerate daddy. Wonder how Mother puts up with him.
At 25 Years : Daddy is objecting to everything. Don't know when he willunderstand the world.
At 30 Years : It's becoming difficult to manage my son. I was so scaredof my father when I was young.
At 40 Years : Daddy brought me up with so much discipline. I wonder how hemanaged to handle the younger generation.
At 45 Years : I am baffled as to how my daddy brought us up
.At 50 Years : My daddy faced so many hardships to bring us up. I am unable to manage a single son.
At 55 Years : My daddy was so far sighted and planned so many things forus. Even at this old age, he is able to control things.He is one of his kind and unique.
At 60 Years : My daddy was great.Thus, it took 56 years to complete the cycle and come back to the 1ststage!
So.................................Realise it in time.
At 4 Years : My daddy is great.
At 6 Years : My daddy knows everybody.
At 10 Years: My daddy is good but is short tempered and knows little lessthan my friend's Daddy.
At 12 Years : My daddy was very nice to me when I was young
At 14 Years : My daddy is getting fastidious.
At 16 Years : My daddy is not in line with the current times. Frankly hedoes not know anything.
At 18 Years : My daddy is becoming increasingly cranky.
At 20 Years : Oh! Its becoming difficult to tolerate daddy. Wonder how Mother puts up with him.
At 25 Years : Daddy is objecting to everything. Don't know when he willunderstand the world.
At 30 Years : It's becoming difficult to manage my son. I was so scaredof my father when I was young.
At 40 Years : Daddy brought me up with so much discipline. I wonder how hemanaged to handle the younger generation.
At 45 Years : I am baffled as to how my daddy brought us up
.At 50 Years : My daddy faced so many hardships to bring us up. I am unable to manage a single son.
At 55 Years : My daddy was so far sighted and planned so many things forus. Even at this old age, he is able to control things.He is one of his kind and unique.
At 60 Years : My daddy was great.Thus, it took 56 years to complete the cycle and come back to the 1ststage!
So.................................Realise it in time.
Looking With Different Angle...
i recieved this email of kool definations..thought of sharing with you all too....
TRAFFIC LIGHT: apparatus that automatically turns red when your car approaches.
PIONEER: early American who was lucky enough to find his way out of the woods.
PEOPLE: some make things happen, some watch things happen, and the majority has no idea what's happened.
SWIMMING POOL: a mob of people with water in it.
SELF-CONTROL: the ability to eat only one peanut.
CANNIBAL: person who likes to see other people stewed.
EGOCENTRIC: a person who believes he is everything you know you are.
FOREIGN FILM: any movie shown in Texas theatre that isn't a western.
MAGAZINE: bunch of printed pages that tell you what's coming in the next issue.
COLLEGE: The four-year period when parents are permitted access to the telephone.
EMERGENCY NUMBERS: Police station, fire department and places that deliver pizza.
OPERA: When a guy gets stabbed in the back and instead of bleeding he sings.
BUFFET: A French word that means "Get up and get it yourself."
BABY-SITTER: A teen-ager who must behave like an adult so that the adults who are out can behave like teenagers.
TATTOO: Permanent proof of temporary insanity
TRAFFIC LIGHT: apparatus that automatically turns red when your car approaches.
PIONEER: early American who was lucky enough to find his way out of the woods.
PEOPLE: some make things happen, some watch things happen, and the majority has no idea what's happened.
SWIMMING POOL: a mob of people with water in it.
SELF-CONTROL: the ability to eat only one peanut.
CANNIBAL: person who likes to see other people stewed.
EGOCENTRIC: a person who believes he is everything you know you are.
FOREIGN FILM: any movie shown in Texas theatre that isn't a western.
MAGAZINE: bunch of printed pages that tell you what's coming in the next issue.
COLLEGE: The four-year period when parents are permitted access to the telephone.
EMERGENCY NUMBERS: Police station, fire department and places that deliver pizza.
OPERA: When a guy gets stabbed in the back and instead of bleeding he sings.
BUFFET: A French word that means "Get up and get it yourself."
BABY-SITTER: A teen-ager who must behave like an adult so that the adults who are out can behave like teenagers.
TATTOO: Permanent proof of temporary insanity
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