"It's supposed to be art."
"I thought art was like paintings and stuff."
"It is. But sometimes art is other thing, too."
Jonah wrinkled his nose, staring at the half-rabbit/half-snake.
"It doesn't look like art."
~ The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks
Monday, October 31, 2011
you're all i can think of
"What is this stuff?" Jonah asked.
"It's supposed to be art."
"I thought art was like paintings and stuff."
"It is. But sometimes art is other thing, too."
Jonah wrinkled his nose, staring at the half-rabbit/half-snake.
"It doesn't look like art."
"It's supposed to be art."
"I thought art was like paintings and stuff."
"It is. But sometimes art is other thing, too."
Jonah wrinkled his nose, staring at the half-rabbit/half-snake.
"It doesn't look like art."
Monday, October 24, 2011
sweet serendipity
back in 2007
today, i woke up and never felt as contented as ever. Realizing, life has been great and couldn't ask for more than what God has been blessing me with.
Given so many opportunities to try things i never imagined myself doing leading me busy signing up for everything. n before i know it, i'm actually clearing out my bucket list one by one. :D
these are d things tat help in looking over d bad things and tough times bcoz when you managed to survived that period to reach these moments, u wud literally be saying....ahh~~thank God i'm alive to experience this.
for me, these are d perfect moments.....
for me, these are d perfect moments.....
if u can, just stay alive for a little longer and give tough things a little more try before actually throwing ur bags away and say goodbye, it will be worth living.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
the red faced peach colour girl
A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."
Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"
"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"
God said, "When I made the woman she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,
yet gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.
I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.
And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."
"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."
By: Navin Jethmalani
Monday, October 17, 2011
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