happy chinese new year 09.
My nails are all set ready for the CnY!
aren't they pretty?
I did no editing ok! its all natural (sun)light!
how pretty is that!
ok, i know, i have done this nail-design for the longest time!
but i have yet grow sick of it!
everytime i get it done, i think its pretty!
even those times i do it myself! HA.
its just preeeettttttyy... and it makes me happppyyy...
Thou i am having the lil jitters and gloomyness of
what i am now, this present situation..
i feel the warmth and love i have from
my wonderful family.. :)
so i gotta take the deeeeepest breath this instance!
Enjoy the festive like i always do!
*
My dearest Daddy and Mummy~ Marketing...
i know how i have been repeating how warm marketing is
on the eve of ny-eve. HA.
so i decided to steal a pic of the Main stars who makes me feel so!
this is my kind of love~
shun away the imperfections of individuals,
shine for what makes them perfect..
:)
*
For the benefit of those Morons i love.. :P
who says how 'fast' i will be dirtying my new bought
WHITE Hp pouch on tues..
yep.. i stained in on weds evening..
and dirtied it further on thurs..
so..
i ended up buying this Preeettyy polka dotty one!
(black-leather-clean-able)
haha. thats all excuses..
i was looking for a polkydotty 1 alrdy..
Yummy-dotty-licious-ly mine!
I really need some channel to burn those calories man!
:P someone out there please gain more!
so that i will lose some! haha.
so everyone, enjoy the great food this festive,
do it, do it for me! :P :P :P
u better!
:D
*
Starry starry night
Paint your palet blue and grey
look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colours on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
what you tried to say to me
and how you suffered for your sanity
and how you tried to set them free
they would not listen they did not know how
perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze
reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
colours changing hue
morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's LOVING hand
Now I understand
what you tried to say to me
and how you suffered for your sanity
and how you tried to set them free
they would not listen they did not know how
perhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love you
but still your love was true
and when no hope was left inside
on that starry starry night
You took your life as lover's often do
But I could have told you,
Vincent,
this world was never ment for one as beautiful as you
Starry starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes that watch the world and can't forget
like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
a silver thorn
a bloody rose
lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
now I think I know
what you tried to say to me
and how you suffered for your sanity
and how you tried to set them free
they would now listen
they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
*
Its all in the
mind.
heart.
Soul.
i do wonder, when can one listen to the real voice.
the real voice of one's heart.mind.soul.
instead of everything else.
or,
one is already hearing,
but just.
not listening.
myloves*
posted by Cinds @ 2:40 PM
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