Wednesday, January 07, 2009

the expression of love

I got a call from my HR manager yesterday about nominating me to partner with a male tv personality as the Masters of Ceremony. This is for our upcoming keeling of pipe laybarge in a 5 star hotel in KL. Attendees shall be the players and client of the O&G.
Basically - it's a no-brainer as the script shall be prepared. I just need to apply some humor and try match my partner's wit.
Was quite willing to do it but a sudden thought made me call the HRM - telling him i'd revert my decision tomorrow.

It occurred to me that perhaps - i should get some thoughts from DH on the matter. Sounds so conservative, traditional and lemah gemalai, right? All of which traits i am not. But you need to be in my shoes to have this thought.

Being just married and living thousands of miles apart and meeting every 3 monthly (if luck is with us) IS something. There are also the cultural, background and upbringing issues, the age gap, our past, etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc.

So what - you can't manage that, torts? The truth is - i am learning to. And it's not easy.

However, it's not on those mentioned that triggered the second thought. Rather - it's DH's strong concerns - THE issues, especially those relating to our deen.

We have a list of Dos and Don'ts for each other prior to our union. No intention to blabber mine on him - but his on me - for this time.
Among the tough and challenging ones:
1) get slim
2) no make up

In the recent trip, we continued the 'lengthy discussion' on these close at heart matters - and dearest DH added a couple more
3) dressing
4) communication with the non-muhrim

yup! kwang-kwang-kwaaaang!

Item 1 - get slim
It's something that matters critically to him. He wants me lighter! Fullstop!
Whatever happen to the notion of unconditional love? Is there such?
What about being honest vs being a hypocrite? tell the truth vs tell a lie or not tell at all.
And the fact that while he's pushing me on the gym bit - he's working out as hard or double as hard - for me and for himself :)
We spent so much time at the gym in DH's recent trip - with results - and i love them, dot-dot-dot.

Item 2 - no make-up
My definition of make-up is the usage of lipstick and gloss on my lips, and the usage of the eyeliner on the rim of my eyes. Usage of foundation has been once in a blue moon.
It so happen the last blue moon was when i was with DH after the wedding. Tempek la sikit foundation konon nak bagi nampak berseri - for HIM. Perasan jugak dia dok tenung my face - ingatkan dia nak puji kata lawa ka .. only to be told - in short - tak payah la pakai lagi foundation on the face. He finds it yulky. Ggrrrr! DH even made a point the next day - to comment that i look the same with or without the foundation applied on. Duhh! Well.. there's the 12 years of age difference. Memang sah dah ghrabun orang tua ni.

I wanted to argue on the make-up issue. But what to base on?
That we Malaysian dah terbiasa and setakat lipstick and eyeliner tu - that's the very basic-minimal one could have?
That i don't feel confident appearing and meeting people with my face so bare and pale?
Valid ka?
I looked in various sources including the net - if putting on lipstick is allowable in Islam. Most of the sources quoted that putting on lipstick IS allowable in Islam ONLY for the pleasure (sedap mata) of the husband. In the presence of non-muhrim, it's a no-no.
As for my DH - he finds lips with lipstick yulky. So much for sedap mata memandang, eh! So there goes. And by the way "lip gloss do come colorless". Ggrrrrr! Ggrrrr!

Sodaqollah...

3) dressing
It's unislamic to have a short top - exposing your buttocks.
Your arms are also aurat.
Body hugging clothes are unislamic.
Another tough issue - but so-so true.

4) communication with non-muhrim
There are limits.
One must control her/his eyes and gaze.
Certain things are not discussed with the non-muhrim.
Laughters - mine yang berdekah-dekah NEED immediate control and action.

Adoh ... ke mana nak kulemparkan sifat ramah tamahku - sorang perempuan melayu? I suppose - apply it on the right situation and time.

I shared the nomination plan with DH, ending it with "i thought not - the makeup, exposure and all". His respond came "i think not too. Again i cannot negotiate on behalf of Allah".

Lots to be done on this journey home. May Allah guide us and make us of those whom He loves. Ameen.

Some thoughts extracted from my favourite site.
Love: It is a bonding emotion. There is a yearning desire to be close to that which we love. It brings us comfort in our hearts. It brings us a sense of peace and security. When we love someone, we constantly think of them, and seek out ways to please them so that they are pleased with us.

But love in itself must be expressed, not just declared; it must be substantiated by action, and not just proclaimed. Furthermore, love can never be fulfilled till the love is returned. If the love is unrequited, we are left without satiation.

Saturday, January 03, 2009

whaaaaaaaaaaaaa! sob! sob! sob!

Ideal weight range: 49 - 54 kg
You are currently 11.0 kg over your target weight range.


http://www.myfooddiary.com/resources/ideal_weight_calc.asp

What frame size?

Determining frame size:

The Elbow Breadth Method
You can also calculate your frame size by measuring the breadth of your elbow. This method tends to be more accurate than the wrist method, but it is a little more complex. Use the instructions below to achieve a proper measurement.

How to measure:

1.) Extend your arm forward so that it is horizontal and parallel to the ground.

2.) Bend your elbow so your forearm is at 90ยบ to the ground.

3.) Place the forefinger and thumb of your other hand on either side of your elbow joint.

4.) Use your forefinger and thumb as a gauge to determine your elbow breadth by measuring the gap between them with a ruler.

The Wrist Method
The standard method is to measure the circumference of your wrist just above the bone.

Women:

Height under 5'2"
Small = wrist size less than 5.5"
Medium = wrist size 5.5" to 5.75"
Large = wrist size over 5.75"

Height 5'2" to 5' 5"
Small = wrist size less than 6"
Medium = wrist size 6" to 6.25"
Large = wrist size over 6.25"

Height over 5' 5"
Small = wrist size less than 6.25"
Medium = wrist size 6.25" to 6.5"
Large = wrist size over 6.5"

Men:

Height over 5' 5"
Small = wrist size 5.5" to 6.5"
Medium = wrist size 6.5" to 7.5"
Large = wrist size over 7.5"

Friday, January 02, 2009

Seven Things No One Tells You About Marriage

The surprising, enlightening, and sometimes hard truths married folks all face -- and how they teach us about what love really means.

By Ylonda Gault Caviness for Redbook

You're smart. You know life is no storybook. But admit it: Somewhere deep in your subconscious lurk romantic visions of Cinderella, or maybe Julia Roberts. The images may be sketchy and a little outdated, but you can still make out the silhouette of the bride and Prince Charming riding off into the sunset.
In real life, sometimes your Disney fairy tale ends up feeling more like a Wes Craven horror flick -- and you're the chick who keeps falling down and screaming for her life. I've been there. Let's face it, marriage is not for the faint of heart. You want to believe your pure love for each other will pull you through. And it does. But it ain't always pretty.

That may sound grim. But here's a secret: Sometimes it's the least romantic parts of marriage that have the most to teach you about yourself, your partner, and the nature of love. Read on for some simple truths that will unlock the surprising treasures and pleasures in your imperfect, unstorybook, real-life love.

1. You will look at the person lying next to you and wonder, Is this it? Forever?
When you get married, you think that as long as you pick the right guy -- your soul mate -- you'll be happy together until death do you part. Then you wake up one day and realize that no matter how great he is, he doesn't make you happy every moment of every day. In fact, some days you might wonder why you were in such a hurry to get married in the first place. You think to yourself, "This is so not what I signed up for."
Actually, it is. You just didn't realize it the day you and your guy were cramming wedding cake into each other's faces, clinking champagne glasses, and dancing the Electric Slide. Back then you had no idea that "for better and for worse" doesn't kick in only when life hands you a tragedy. Your relationship mettle is, in fact, most tested on a daily basis, when the utter sameness of day-in/day-out togetherness can sometimes make you want to run for the hills. That's when the disappointment sneaks in, and maybe even a palpable sense of loneliness and grief. It's not him. It's just you, letting go of that sugarcoated fantasy of marriage that danced in your eyes the day you and your beloved posed in all those soft-focus wedding photos. You're learning that marriage isn't a destination; it's a journey filled with equal parts excitement and tedium.
Waking up from a good dream to face the harsh morning daylight may not seem like a reason to celebrate. But trust me, it is. Because once you let go of all the hokey stories of eternal bliss, you find that the reality of marriage is far richer and more rewarding than you ever could have guessed. Hard, yes. Frustrating, yes. But full of its own powerful, quiet enchantments just the same, and that's better than any fairy tale.

2. You'll work harder than you ever imagined.
Early on, when people say, "Marriage takes work," you assume "work" means being patient when he forgets to put down the toilet seat. In your naivete, you think that you will struggle to accommodate some annoying habit, like persistent knuckle cracking or flatulence.
If only it were that easy. Human beings, you may have noticed, are not simple creatures. Your man has mysterious, unplumbed depths -- and from where he sits, you're pretty complicated, too. You have to learn each other the same way that you once learned earth science or world geography. And getting married doesn't mean you're done -- it just means you've advanced to graduate-level studies. That's because every time you think you've mastered the material, he'll change a bit. And so will you. As two people grow and evolve, the real work of marriage is finding a way to relate to and nurture each other in the process.
"It's like losing weight," says Andrea Harden, 45, of Buffalo, NY. "You want it to be a one-time deal. You lost it, now just live. But then you learn it's a lifestyle. That's marriage. The effort is a forever thing." So don't be too hard on yourself -- or him -- on those days when you feel like you're struggling through remedial math.

3. You will sometimes go to bed mad (and maybe even wake up madder).
Whoever decided to tell newlyweds "Never go to bed angry" doesn't know what it's like inside a bedroom where tears and accusations fly as one spouse talks the other into a woozy stupor until night meets the dawn. If this scenario sounds familiar, I've got three words for you: Sleep on it.
You need to calm down. You need to gain perspective. You need to just give it a rest. I've found that an argument of any quality, like a fine wine, needs to breathe. A break in the action will help you figure out whether you're angry, hurt, or both, and then pinpoint the exact source. Maybe the fight that seemed to erupt over the overflowing garbage can is really about feeling underappreciated. Could be you're both stressed out at work and just needed to unload on someone. Taking a break will help you see that, and let go. Or maybe you really do have a legitimate disagreement to work out. Without a time-out, sometimes a perfectly good argument can turn into an endless round of silly back-and-forth, rehashing old and irrelevant transgressions as you get more and more wound up.
Even when you do manage to stay focused and on topic, there are some fights that stubbornly refuse to die by bedtime. And if you stifle your real feelings just to meet some arbitrary deadline, your marriage will surely be the worse for it. "This was a huge lesson for me," says Andrea. "As women we've been trained to make nice. But the whole kiss-and-make-up thing just to keep the peace was eating me up inside. I'd let things build up inside me until I just exploded. Now I wait a while to get hold of myself -- let the emotions settle a bit -- and state my position. Even if that means reopening the fight the next day."

4. Getting your way is usually not as important as finding a way to work together.
I can be a bit of a know-it-all. There, I said it. It's really not my intention to be hurtful or brash with people I love. It's just that a lifetime of experience has taught me that in most areas, at most times, I am right about most things. What shocked me several years into my marriage, though, was the realization that the more "right" I was, the more discontented my husband and I were as a couple. See, oddly enough, throughout his life Genoveso has been under the misguided impression that he's right most of the time (go figure!). So we'd lock horns -- often. That is, until I learned a few things.
Namely, that when it comes to certain disagreements, there is no right or wrong -- there is simply your way of looking at things and your husband's. "I used to be very black-and-white earlier in our marriage," says Lindy Vincent, 38, who lives in Minneapolis. "Now I see that I'm not all right and my husband is not all wrong. There's more gray in life than I thought, and that's taught me patience and the value of compromise."

5. A great marriage doesn't mean no conflict; it simply means a couple keeps trying to get it right.
Maybe you think that because of my newfound wisdom, Genoveso and I never fight anymore. Ha! As important as it is to strike a balance, it's also important to have a big, fat fight every now and then. Because when you fight, you don't just raise your voices; you raise real -- sometimes buried -- issues that challenge you to come to a clearer understanding of you, your man, and your relationship. I wouldn't give up our fights for anything in the world, because I know in the end they won't break us; they'll only make us stronger.

6. You'll realize that you can only change yourself.
Ever seen the '80s sci-fi cult classic "Making Mr. Right?" When the stylish heroine, played by Ann Magnuson, is hired to teach a robot how to act like a human, she seizes the chance to create a perfect guy. A hotshot commercial whiz, she uses her marketing prowess to shape John Malkovich's android character into her personal version of the ideal man -- sensitive, eager to please, and willing to listen.
There is a bit of that makeover fantasy in all of us -- something that makes us believe we can change the person we love, make him just a little bit closer to perfect. We may use support and empathy or shouts and ultimatums, but with dogged conviction we take on this huge responsibility, convinced we're doing the right thing.
Whatever our motives, the effort is exhausting. Transforming a full-grown man -- stripping him of decades-old habits, beliefs, and idiosyncrasies -- is truly an impossible task. And you will come to realize, sooner than later if you're lucky, that it is far easier to change the way you respond to him.

7. As you face your fears and insecurities, you will find out what you're really made of.
There were clues when Genoveso and I were dating, especially with the trust thing. Early on, I was supersuspicious of him. He used to say things like, "I'll call you at 8." Then, just to try to trip me up, he'd call at 8. I knew he was up to something, I just couldn't figure out what. The same kinds of experiences followed after the wedding. Except occasionally he would actually mess up. And I had no sense of scale when it came to rating his offenses; everything was a major violation. Whether he teased me about a new haircut or came home late, I seethed for days and even let thoughts of divorce creep into my head. I figured, if he loved me -- really and truly -- this stuff wouldn't happen.
I'd like to be able to say that this irrational behavior lasted only a few months and I eventually worked it out. Kind of, sort of, is closer to the truth. After years of looking deeply into my soul and talking to good friends and the best sister a girl could ever have, I've come to recognize certain things about myself. Not to get all Dr. Phil about it, but I've had to examine my history with an emotionally distant dad and a strong-willed mom and face up to all the ways, both good and bad, that those relationships have affected how I approach my marriage.
That's the strange beauty of marriage: It's full of hard times and hard lessons that no one can ever prepare you for. But in the end, those are the things that give richness to your life together -- and make your love even deeper and stronger than when it began.

Thursday, January 01, 2009

time and distance

woke up and for the first few seconds,
wondered if you're still here,
felt as though you're out there,
and that soon you'd be beside me again.

reality dawn..
it felt so far away,
time and distance

1430 / 2009

One year less…
May ALLAH bless us with continuous imaan and taqwa,
May Allah guide us to be better muslimin and muslimat
May Allah free us from the negativity of our past
May Allah give us hidayah, grant us peace of mind and lots more love
May Allah provide us the best means to be ‘together’ to help each other in our journey ‘home’.

More exercise, less food,
More tea&sex, less coffee,
More zikr, more kind words, less swearing
More smiles, more laughter, more kisses, more trust.

Ameen.


With lots of love
Your wife
xxx

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

h o l l o w

w o k e u p
t o
a
p a n g
o f
h o l l o w

t h a n k f u l
a l l
t h e
s a m e
t h a t
y o u
a r e
j u s t
a
c a l l
a w a y

c o u n t i n g
o n
t i m e
t o
d o
t h e
m a g i c

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

traces

Was at the airport.
God knows it's so difficult to let go..

Of course, i would survive. Life goes on.
Just that it's back to square one - me facing the vacuum, missing you, making plans, counting days - till we meet again.

Planned for so many things, but we deviated. Need to loose the extras. Me for you and you for me and the gym sessions made us both happy.

Lots of discoveries - on you, on me, on the reunion.

food's not critical - no need to impress with attempts to cook
fruits and lots of fruits
capati and dall
Football is part of life
priorities and all the other priorities
parents' love
independence
appearing strong
everyone in my family loves you
solat witir
the hair
the dentist
the tea
the hazelnut coffee
chow kit, cow shit and china town wishes
transporter
b-8-4
ironing requires skill
cooking requires observation
you can't change a man (not that it's intended)
it sucks being vulnerable
perception vs what's real
lesser expressions do not equal lesser emotions
ongoing tests
some things need to be discounted, some need to be marked-up
you need to love yourself before others could love you

Oh yes - God knows it's difficult.

In anticipation of the evening's confrontation with the sudden vacuum - after solat fajar, folded your sejadah, and carefully kept it in the wardrobe. Dont think i could bear seeing it and your sarong, hang with mine. Missing my imaam.

Was nervous coming home from work. Found myself tracing you. A pair of your slippers at the entrance, others you had thoughtfully placed in the shoe cabinet. Sighed. Had them rearranged - your shoes and snickers all in one cabinet. The pair of slippers joined them.

Entered the house. A pair of socks left by the door for washing. Delicate.

In the kitchen - saw you washing the cereal bowl from breakfast. Our tea mugs left to dry. Will have them placed in the cabinet later... awaiting for our next breakfast together.
The tea bagsssssssssss.

Your saccarine, the jar of your favourite cereal on the dining table.

The luggages, the iron, the un-ironed shirts, your bottle of perfume, the give-aways from the conferences in the end-room. The true fitness bag.

oh we forgot - the sewing machine and the hose in the other shower :(

The perfume joined the rest of mine in our bedroom, the luggages shall be in your wardrobe.
The toothbrush, the toiletries, the sponge in our shower.
The towel, the sarong. To wash separate and delicate.

God knows it's difficult.

And of course i would survive. Life has to go on. But being together is much better.

Am missing you, would be making plans, counting days - till we meet again.

Gently cuddled each pillow - they smell so you.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

mamma mia's

Where are those happy days
they seem so hard to find?
I try to reach for you
but you have closed your mind
whatever happened to our love?
I wish I understood
it used to be so nice
it used to be so good

So when you're near me
darling can't you hear me
SOS
the love you gave me
nothing else can save me
SOS
when you're gone
how can I even try to go on
when you're gone
though I try how can I carry on

You seem so far away
though you are standing near
you made me feel alive
but something died I fear
I really tried to make it out
I wish I understood
what happened to our love?
It used to be so good

So when you're near me
darling can't you hear me
SOS
the love you gave me
nothing else can save me
SOS
when you're gone
how can I even try to go on
when you're gone
though I try how can I carry on

Friday, December 26, 2008

WE LOVE SOMEONE when

Extracted this from a comment on my favourite blogger.

Someone very special once told me that WE LOVE SOMEONE when...

We want to be with her all the time and cannot stand a moment apart...
We cannot stop thinking about her and wondering what she's doing...
We anticipate her wants and needs and will try our damndest to fulfill them...
We love, support, protect or at the very least respect everything that is important to her...
We give her the power to hurt us...

If you're reading this, I love you yang

Owner of a Broken Heart


sigh...

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Where is islam?

Where is islam?
It's in your heart
and you keep it alive practicing it,
and you gain peace improving the practice each day

Re-alignment

Someone related that 'happiness is a matter of choice - of the options we have'.
I thought hard about it.

One can choose to complain about things till the cows come home and not be happy with it, or one can choose to ignore it - and life goes on..

That's about the line 'making the best of what one has'.
Only that, as a human being, one tends to compare and wish to have what one doesn't have. While those who have it may either not know they have it or simply take things for granted. How lucky for them or are they?

Then, there's the question :
'Why cant i have what the others have?'
I am not asking for the extras - i am just wishing for the basic.
I just want to be loved, want to feel protected, want to belong..
Is that asking too much?

It makes me sad as i have chosen to question what i don't have.
...
Perhaps i should focus on what I have and life goes on.
...
...
...
...
...
...
Perhaps I should work harder on the faith that we all belong to Him, Maha Pengasih, Maha Penyayang.
That - He is the Protector
That - to Him we belong and
That - to Him we shall return.
...
...
Ya Rabb, bless me the strength. You know best.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Mak's day out

DH's idea, we have everyone at the Chili's in MidValley for lunch today. The lunch was simply okay.

But for Mak dearest - it was a day to remember. DH took Mak around in MidValley. There was beloved Qayyum doing his bit with Mak on the wheelchair, of course.

Mak: 'apa jadi pun, yang jaga hati dia elok-elok. dalam sesingkat waktu - mak rasa sangat keikhlasan hati dia'

When we take her back to KD, Mak cried thinking she would not see DH anymore. DH promised we'd go see her again before the lot leave to kampung for cuti panjang christmas.

DH: she's like a real mother - to have tears for me like that.

Great - DH, Mak, Qayyum - my love, my life.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

wifey

during my single-again days - i often heard people saying 'jadi isteri ni memang mudah. you'd be collecting pahala from different forms of ibadah - with the right nawaitus'. weird that having been one for all those 11 years and gone through all the windings, ups and downs - i didnt have the chance to feel the very perspective.

Yet - i see lots of truth in the claim.. a wife preparing food for her husband is an ibadah, you hand him a glass of water is an ibadah, you pass him a towel, you touch and greet him with a smile, bentangkan sejadah... all are ibadahs - the bed scene is of course one 'heaven' of an ibadah. masyaallah.

Since darling husband got here, i naturally - seikhlasnya do my bit as a wife. all the possible bit - minus cooking - to his likings though. it takes time to pick up the way he does. dh is super duperly particular about how food is prepared at home. as a quick temporary measure - i take him eat outside! the pratas and naan suits him well and he has lessER complaints.
That was resorted after efforts i made - bangun pagi prepare some malaysian dishes on top of the standard breakfast cereal and fruits bit, and ended up with dh tak jamah sikit pun! kecik jugak hati - but i'm settled with the fact that when it comes to food, i gotto give DH lots, and i mean LOADDSSSSSS of discount. otherwise - sendiri makan hati.

i once asked - 'you still think i cant cook?'
dh 'no - i didnt think you cant cook. i know you cant cook'
and he put on that wicked smile.

it has been a week today that dh is with me. this morning at breakfast, i told dh that i should start making it a practice at the end of each day - to mintak maaf from hujung kaki ke hujung rambut - for all the intentional and unintentional sins i commit throughout the day.
and i put on the sweetest smile.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

time in waiting

time passby so quickly when you aren't waiting,
not that i ain't waiting,
it's just that i can't afford the waiting
while needing to cover and get so many things done

not that there were less things yesterdays
it's just that today
when it's confirmed that you'd be here in a few hours time
time passby so bloody quickly
i donno if i could get anything at all done!

lentok


On the way home fr the office, singgah at adik's place to see mak and the kids. After days of having them with me, terasa sunyi pulak when everyone's gone.

soksek hidung dah reda -- but my chest was feeling tight. anticipating i wud be coughing my chest/heart out malam ni.. i need to get over this. i need a good strong cough syrup... i need to go see a doctor.

sigh.. if only hubby is around, if only i live a normal life like other couples/families do.. i could well pegi lentok kepala and get some TLCs and attention - definitely hubby dearest wud take me to see a doctor, surely...

it's not that i'm not able to 'take' myself see a doctor..
yes - memang penat with the hoohaa at work today that i was covering for my friday and monday off,
and yes - malasnya nak put on the basic proper attire to go out,
however - it simply would be nice if there's someone with you.. looking after and taking care of you.
fever or cough wud get better, quicker. no hal! sigh..

cough, cough, cough... tomorrow petang hubby will arrive. I cant afford to be sick.

2345 hrs - was at a clinic. told dr peter i need the strongest cough syrup and i need to rid the phlegm. he presribed some medicine and ended his nags with 'gargle ok!'. Sambil bangun about to leave him, said 'do i have an option?'. he responded 'not much but you cud get a jab'.
i stopped and went blink, blink, blink dok pikir.
he said 'take la.. that's the quickest'.
blink, blink - was thinking nak expose part of my bontot dekat pakcik ni la pulak.
'why bontot, and not the arms?'
blink, blink - hubby's short stay
blink, blink - i cant afford to be sick

pulled down my pants a bit - enuf for the jab.
blink, blink - 'ouch!'

'make sure no milk, no eggs, or you'll have to see me again'

i said - 'no milk, no eggs, i dont want to see you - not for the next 3 weeks!'

i pray to live a normal life, soon.

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

senggot kehidupan

senggot kiri
senggot kanan
heghort bengot..
who can tell what lies ahead - awaiting
who can tell what lies behind the eyes, the smile ...

(for naz & yani with love and many thanks xxx)

contra nervous

i have a long-long list of things to do before the arrival of beloved husband dearest in - 46 hours time. but all i feel like doing is - put my head on the pillow, toss to the left a bit and probably to the right, a couple of blinks, and doze off peacefully. can i?

Thursday, December 04, 2008

preference

something triggered that prompted for the question - of me being naive or stupid or gullible?
feedback
- neither naive nor stupid nor gullible.
- smart but straight and a bit islamic.

need to work on the bit being islamic, otherwise i am ok with that. i dont want to have hidden agendas in my life.

Life is about options ..

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

q u e s t i o n m a r k s

?
h o w
c o u l d
s o m e o n e
s o
p r e c i o u s
c a u s e
s o
m u c h
h e a r t a c h e
?
h a s
y o u r
w o u n d
t u r n e d
y o u
b l i n d
a n d
h a r d
o r
h a s
m y
w o u n d
t u r n e d
m e
s e a r c h i n g
a n d
v u l n e r a b l e
?
t i m e
a n d
d i s t a n c e
?

. . .