a four letter missing puzzle call LOVE

the choice is yours to tell...
my heart not yours to break...
needing both neither is a solution...

hello there...
you there! r u listening??? look here...

i like the weather...
seriously..
thats wat i was suppose to say...
can u jot ur imagination down???

you see..
u were like the weather...
you=weather..
yes. you...
some time sun shine..
some time rains...

if u are reading this,
go on;
dont stop..
not till u've done..
u see again,
that i like you,
but you were just like the sky,
covered with clouds,
unsure of what to happen.
unsure of tomorrow...

you were like the sun,
STILL, unmoved...
following the same path day by day.
just like the moon,
u change your look too often;
too many feeling,
spoiled by feeling of uncertainty...

wait! i am not done,
but i shall compare u with the
northern light,
each time you are near,
u shine.
each time you are near,
you are robed with great beauty.
it attracts me...
but u cannot stay long,
as i know your heart is not here with me;
once in every winter.

i wish the sky is blue,
just blue,
than i shall no longer need to compare,
as that i like you.
free from emotion.
we shall leave it that way?
Shall we?

-"Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they're also what tear you apart."-
"Letters are just pieces of paper," I said. "Burn them, and what stays in your heart will stay; keep them, and what vanishes will vanish."

clarity of passion...

long story short.
(one of my fav classic)
maiden of the milky way...

linda was a kind n caring girl. she directs birds thats flys from south to north.
everyone was charm by her passion.
every young men wanted her for their bride.

Then came the Moon in a silver coach drawn by ten brown horses. He brought her twenty gifts. But Linda refused the Moon, saying: "You change your looks too often. You do not suit me.

than came a handsome coach with six brown horses, the North Star drove up, and brought ten gifts. But Linda sent him away, with hurried words: "You always have to stay in the same place. You cannot move about," said Linda.

Hardly had the Moon driven sorrowfully off, before the Sun drove up. In a golden coach with twenty red-gold horses, he rattled up to the door. He brought thirty presents with him. But all his pomp, shining splendor, and fine gifts did not help him. Linda said, "I do not want you. You are like the Moon. Day after day you follow the same path."

So the Sun went away very sad.

Then at midnight, in a diamond coach drawn by a thousand white horses, came the Northern Lights. His coming was so magnificent, that Linda ran to the door to meet him. He brought a whole coach-load of gold, silver, pearls and jeweled ornaments. The servants of the Northern Lights carried the gifts into house and his gifts pleased her.

"You do not always travel in the same course," said Linda. "You flash where you will, and stop when you please. Each time you appear, you are robed in new beauty and richness. Each time you wear a different garment with different colors. You are the true bridegroom!"

Then they got engaged to be married. The Sun, Moon, and North Star looked sadly on. They envied the Northern Lights his happiness.

The Northern Lights could not stay long in the bride's house, for he had to hurry back to the sky. When he said farewell, he promised to return soon for the wedding, and to drive Linda back with him to his home in the North. Meanwhile, they were to prepare Linda's wedding dress.

Linda made her wedding dress, and waited and waited. One day followed the other, but the bridegroom did not come to hold the joyous wedding with Linda. The winter passed, and the lovely spring adorned the earth with fresh beauty, while Linda waited in vain for her bridegroom. Nothing was seen of him!

Then she began to grieve bitterly and lament, and to cry day and night. She put on her wedding dress and white veil, and sat down in a meadow by a river. From her thousand tears, little brooks ran into the valleys. In her deep sorrow, she thought only of her bridegroom, the Northern Lights.

The little birds flew tenderly about her head, brushing her with their soft wings, to comfort her. But she did not see them, nor did she take care of them any more. So the little birds wandered about, flying here, flying there, for they did not know what to do or where to go.

Uko, Linda's father, heard of her sorrow and how the little birds were untended. He ordered his Winds to fetch his daughter to him, to rescue her from such deep grief. And while Linda was sitting alone in the meadow weeping, the Winds sank softly down beside her, and gently lifting her, bore her up and away. They laid her down in the blue sky.

And there is Linda now, living in the sky. Her white wedding veil spread round her. And if you look up at the Milky Way, you will see Linda in her wedding dress. There she is, showing the way to little birds who wander.

Linda is happy! In winter she gazes towards the North. She waves her hand at the Northern Lights flashing nearer and nearer, then he again asks her to be his bride.

But though he flashes very close to Linda, heart to heart, he cannot carry her off. She must stay forever in the sky, robed in white, and must spread out her veil to make the Milky Way.

- u like me... i like him...u dun love me... i hate u...u like her... she hates u.... she likes me but hate u...-hahahaha...

is the hard part over?

thinking bout the thing we said and we have done... its hard to let go...
i didn't know if that is the last time we ever talk, what would i have done?
life is short... life goes on... time passed but memory lingers...
what would people had done if the know that there is not much time left?
what if u only had an hour to live and only an hour to love?
what would u have done? who would u call???
we have no other life than this... give all u can love all u can.we would know if there's really tomorrow...what though death at times steps in and call our best away? why though sorrow seems to win over hope,a heavy sway?

If I knew it would be the last time

that I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly,
and pray the Lord your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time
that I'd see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss,
and call you back for just one more.

If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would tape each word and action,
and play them back throughout my days
If I knew it would be the last time,
I would spare an extra minute or two,
To stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming you know I do.

So, just in case tomorrow never comes,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you,
and I hope we never will forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.

So, if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day
That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss,
And you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
That you love them very much,
and you'll always hold them dear.
Take time to say
"I'm sorry," "Please forgive me," "thank you" or "it's okay".
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today

by norma marek

if tomorrow never come....

Remembrance

Remembrance is a golden chain
Death tries to break,
but all in vain.
To have, to love, and then to part
Is the greatest sorrow of one's heart.
The years may wipe out many things
But some they wipe out never.
Like memories of those happy times
When we were all together.

-dedicated to a loving friend jacinth wee-
rest in peace my dear friend...

The Cloud and The Sand Dune

by paulo coelho: like a flowing river

'as eveyone knows,the life of a cloud is very busy and very short,' writes Bruno Ferrero.

and here a related story....
-one of my favourite-

A young cloud was born in the midst of a great storm over the Mediterranean Sea, but he did not even have time to grow up there, for a strong wind pushed all the clouds towards Africa. As soon as the clouds reached the continent the climate changed . A bright sun was shining in the sky and stretched out beneath them, lay the golden sands of the Sahara. Since it almost never rains in the desert, the wind continued pushing the clouds towards the forests in the south. Meanwhile, as happens with young humans too, the young cloud decided to leave his parents and his older friends in order to discover the world. ‘What are you doing’ cried the wind. ‘The desert’s the same all over. Rejoin the other clouds, and we’ll go to Central Africa where there are amazing mountains and trees!’
But the young cloud, natural rebel, refused to obey, and, gradually, he dropped down until he found a gentle, generous breeze that allowed him to hover over the golden sands. After much toing and froing, he noticed that one of the dunes was smiling at him. He saw that the dune was also young, newly formed by the wind that had ust passed over. He fell in love with her golden hair right there and then. ‘Good morning’, he said. ‘what’s life like down there?’ ‘I have the company of the other dunes, of the sun and the wind, and of the caravans that occasionally pass through here. Sometimes it’s really hot, but it’s still bearable. What’s life like up there?’ ‘We have the sun and the wind too, but the good thing is that I can travel across the sky and see more things.’
‘For me,’ said the dune, ‘life is short. When the wind returns from the forests, I will disappear.’ ‘And does that make you sad?’ ‘It makes me feel that I have no purpose in life.’ ‘I feel the same. As soon as another wind comes along, I’ll go south and be transformed into rain but that is my destiny.’ The dune hesitated for a moment, then said: ‘did you know that here in the desert, we call the rain paradise?’ ‘I had no idea that I could ever be that important,’ said the cloud proudly. ‘I’ve heard other older dunes tell stories about the rain. They say that, after the rain, we are all covered with grass and flowers. But I’ll never experience that, because in the desert it rains so rarely.’ It was the cloud’s turn to hesitate now. Then he smiled broadly and said:’if you like, I could rain on you now. I know I’ve only just got here, but I love you, and I’d like to stay here forever.’ ‘When I first saw you up in the sky, I fell in love with you too’ said the dune. ‘ But if you transform your lovely white hair into rain, you will die.’ ‘Love never dies’, said the cloud ‘it is transformed, and, besides, I want to show you what paradise is like.’ And he began to caress the dune with little drops of rain so that they could stay together for longer, until a rainbow appeared. The following day, the little dune was covered in flowers. Other clouds that passed over, heading for Africa thought that it must be part of the forest they were looking for and scattered more rain. Twenty years later, the dune had been transformed into an oasis that refreshed travellers with the shade of its trees.
And all because, one day, a cloud fell in love, and was not afraid to give his life for that love.

past midnight,past the morning stars!

have u had a time where you were too spoiled by choices? or sometime forced to choose between two. u know u cant have both... would you give up both because you would not wanna choose or select either one or neither.

take coffee for example. when a little sugar and creamer is added makes it so

Irresistable. the same coffee bean from the same tree can be turn into different variety. how do you enjoy it? people tend to choose either to add in sugar or milk or just bitter, extra shot, add this add that...while coffee is still coffee. when drinking wat do u enjoy? the sweetness the sugar bring? the creaminess of the milk, the aroma of the bean? see sometime is hard to choose and hard to say. it fully depend on how a person view it. or simply because we just cant get enough of the good things in life? because we are so spoiled?

will i choose? i dont know.. i am confused too...

-thing that happen once will never happen again. but if it happen twice, it will surely repeat again.-p.c

not knowing when the dawn will come...

no heart as heavy as mine.
sum time it might stop. just like how a clock would have stopped... not knowing sometimes a word is dead when it is said...
stupid things had i done enough?-yes... nor i wish time could just stop there n rewind... sometimes a word bears a sword-can pierce an armed man.
i would have turned back time n took back all the wrong messages that my soul had emitted... people had long said that bad thing do not happen twice- But think again-
it would have and could be.
because we all know that somethings are perfect from start to finish.
only certain things.
and i had yet to promise that when the thought went up my mind again,that i had before.
i do not know where it went nor why it came,
the second time to me, nor definitely wat it was.
but somewhere in my soul, i know i've met this thing before;
it just reminded me-t'was all- and came my way no more.