Monday, November 10, 2008

Love could be the letters of her name.

Not a surprise, not a long time coming, not stopping.
Finally the month to the word Year.
Happy one, my love.
Every step was cherish, it will be out of line to say I cherish our misunderstandings but it taught me more about myself and you have made me stronger.
In the stages of making myself the best for you and also the better me for everything, you will still be my motivation.
Thank you for being that cheeky girl coming cross my path to stop me and make me think and realize you were right infront of me.
Thank you for all the time, effort and most importantly love.
Thanks for your care and thoughts, your not being selfish to sharing, for me to be part of you.
You know I love you more.
Smiles and tight hugs.

Dafted and reflected by - Truth in the lies and his quotes inside. at 11/10/2008 03:47:00 PM

2 comments:

JOLLY ROGER said...

HOW DO YOU DO... TRUTH

True lies

You thought Arnie n your Mum were shysters, c’mon he is. There’s these people, old women who circumnavigate the globe with the sole intention of propergating twoddle. They’re mystical you see, because no one ever remembers seeing or speaking to these “old wives” although we always remember their tales. Some tales are inside you now:

Goldfish have a memory of only three seconds
More like a few months, but what the frig do they have to remember.

Lemmings engage in suicidal dives off cliffs when migrating.
A lie made by Old Disney Wives.

Thomas Crapper did not invent the flush toilet, Thomas Edison did not invent the light bulb, and Henry Ford did not invent the automobile.
Nope, all me.

more at www.lifestyleguides.blogspot.com

November 10, 2008 at 8:31 PM
Truth in the lies and his quotes inside. said...

A tensed blog with the ability to get the reader to ponder.

November 28, 2008 at 1:56 PM

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I wouldnt say I'm that much of a simple guy who lives down the street with little motives running through his head, cause that wouldnt be me neither would it be that simple. Like most and all others, a man who transits between his faith, hopes and downs back to reality where either or neither both be found. If I was to state me as simple, then it places my aims to the test. Defying the oughts of nothing but the simple truth, sad and drown, torn yet driven to find out why and the reason he was brought here in aid to comprehend his fingerprints and the complex map as if a form of hardcore tattoo arcoss his palm printed; he urges his story to unfold, crushes the young chapters but alike an innocent kid, places it under his pillow. What will you do if you came back to life and held the object and subject who killed you? To meet and yet be part of the director of this enticing thriller yet dramatic plot of my life.