Sometimes you just sit at home and remember the old times. You laugh by yourself with a ridiculous smile. Then you have that one tear run down your cheek cause all of it changed...
30 May 2011
Sometimes...
Sometimes you just sit at home and remember the old times. You laugh by yourself with a ridiculous smile. Then you have that one tear run down your cheek cause all of it changed...
26 May 2011
End of the Day...
At the end of the day you can either focus on what's tearing you apart or what's holding you together.
25 May 2011
24 May 2011
I Believe in Happily Ever After.
Just because this isn't a fairy tale world doesn't mean people can't live happily ever after.
23 May 2011
To My Followers...
Firstly, THANK-YOU for following this blog and your support.
Secondly, I want your feedback, what you like or dislike. I'd greatly appreciate it. Leave your comments under this post please. Looking forward to reading them :)
21 May 2011
20 May 2011
18 May 2011
Give It a Try!
"It's impossible" said pride.
"It's risky" said experience.
"It's pointless" said reason.
"Give it a try" whispered the heart.
16 May 2011
Favourite Love Story...
You may admire Romeo and Juliet's story for a while, but in the end you'll realize that the greatest love story is your own.
10 May 2011
Every Time She Laughs...
Every time she laughs, she hopes he's watching. Not so that he sees she's happy, but that maybe, just maybe, he'll fall for her smile just as hard as she fell for his.
08 May 2011
Happy Mothers Day
Who fed me from her gentle breast,
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My Mother.
When sleep forsook my open eye,
Who was it sung sweet hushaby,
And rocked me that I should not cry?
My Mother.
Who sat and watched my infant head,
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.
When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept, for fear that I should die?
My Mother.
Who dressed my doll in clothes so gay,
And taught me pretty how to play,
And minded all I had to say?
My Mother.
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother.
Who taught my infant lips to pray,
And love God's holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom's pleasant way?
My Mother.
06 May 2011
Stop! Turn Around.
We keep running after people who least care about us. Why don't we just stop, turn around, and see the ones running behind us.
04 May 2011
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