sep 29 04

as i open the front door of our house for the first time today, i smile. maybe its the overcast sky. or the just the newborn kittens snuggled to their mother cat at the side of our house. or really just the thought of having better days ahead. i dont know maybe it comes with age, the older you get, the more you become a grateful person. and in a weeks time, ill be older. im not there yet, but there are a million things im already grateful for.

sep 08 '04

You are most Like A Sapphire !Dark, mysterious - but unforgettable. You have
deepbeauty. Delicate, and shy you try to stay away from
thelimelight but often your intelligence puts you in
at thedeep end. You're like a Sapphire, because, your
beauty is priceless.You're intelligent, full of opinions, and not
big-headed about it all.Sometimes you need to put yourself out there, as
you can be a bit shy.Congratulations ... You're the mysterious gem
everybody wants to have and learn more about.

?? Which Precious Gem Are You ??
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***one funny poem from Billy Collins***

Litany

You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.

However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.

It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general's head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.

I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.

I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman's tea cup.

But don't worry, I'm not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and--somehow--the wine.

september 6, 2004

there is self imposed guilt when one neglects updating his blog. its not that everyone is eagerly waiting to read what little things are happening to your life. its the bond you formed with your blog the day you choose to have one. to jot a piece of you that you're freely flaunting the world. and by that self-imposed law, im guilty. it has always been easier to be the reader. you become an obsessed reader of blogs- from all walks of life, of various cultural, educational background. all these reading of wonderful and not-so-wonderful blogs, and at the back of your mind, you're figuring how theyd written it all up. youd either hate/love them for being so damned good writers or for being the master of all webmsters. and then your dreams are woven subtly by all this reading. "i can be like them too, maybe better." like a teenage dreamer. sometimes, i turn to be one.