Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that takes our breath away - Hilary Cooper
Because I live for people like you and moments like this
As they say, friends are like wine,
They get better with age
Monday, October 31, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Pwned by Autocorrect
Sunday, 9th October
17:49
A conversation between myself and good ol' Tracy.
I was momentarily stumped
Thinking that 'Yeshiva' is a new word for giving someone Godly praises
I got pwned by autocorrect
Pftt
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Why hello again
Been quite awhile since I've brought my fingers tapping on these keypads for this blog of mine. Feeling them move lithely, gliding over the words faster than my mind can comprehand what I want to say is a pretty calming thing. And hmm would it be just me that actually finds enjoyment in hearing the little taptaptap sound whenever each word in punched in? Heh.
You know there are times when you reflect back at things now and back then, the way you are, or relationships with people, what have you achieved and felt that you've grown? Those moments of reflection. How differently you see things now. I believe everyone has their own little story to tell, their own little secret and their own little thoughts. I actually don't know where this is going, basically just letting my fingers move with the flow. Maybe I'll just write it down like I am telling a story
Flashback to a fresh Spring
Flower buds waiting anxiously for bloom
The smell of the snow thawing
The sound of the birds and bees waking
Couples strolling down the park
Soon it was Summer
The flowers bloomed in all its glory
The birds chirping happily
The smell of honeyed-air
Children galloping away in the sun
Then Autumn came along
A brilliant folliage
The myriad of colour astounds
Inhaling the damp chilly air
Once more couples took slow walks in the park
December is reaching
Feel the gusts of wind whirring
The year almost complete
Reflecting, smile lines form at the corner of your eyes
As I bent down to kiss your lips
Hah, that was typed in a jiffy. Guess I could refine it but ah well, some things are best left raw :)
You know there are times when you reflect back at things now and back then, the way you are, or relationships with people, what have you achieved and felt that you've grown? Those moments of reflection. How differently you see things now. I believe everyone has their own little story to tell, their own little secret and their own little thoughts. I actually don't know where this is going, basically just letting my fingers move with the flow. Maybe I'll just write it down like I am telling a story
Flashback to a fresh Spring
Flower buds waiting anxiously for bloom
The smell of the snow thawing
The sound of the birds and bees waking
Couples strolling down the park
Soon it was Summer
The flowers bloomed in all its glory
The birds chirping happily
The smell of honeyed-air
Children galloping away in the sun
Then Autumn came along
A brilliant folliage
The myriad of colour astounds
Inhaling the damp chilly air
Once more couples took slow walks in the park
December is reaching
Feel the gusts of wind whirring
The year almost complete
Reflecting, smile lines form at the corner of your eyes
As I bent down to kiss your lips
Hah, that was typed in a jiffy. Guess I could refine it but ah well, some things are best left raw :)
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