Saturday, October 20, 2007

ADIEU

I wanted a perfect ending.  Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end.  Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.

~ Gilda Radner


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IPI

I hate GOODBYEs.. but I guess people just come and go... people must learn to move on.  Now it's happening to me, I am starting anew.

Despite all the appalling memoirs in this crazy world of the corporate I got .. I know deep inside of me, I would always look at the brighter side.  It's always good to learn new things... even if everyday is an overwhelming experience.  It's also a prize how I caught a bunch of individuals who complemented my flaws.. who enjoyed my silly jokes.. understood my unidentified fashion statement.. accepted my mood swings.. You'll forever be my teammates.  I'm gonna miss you all.

Now it's my turn to leap.. looking forward to the next environment..

PLEASE WISH ME LUCK.  :)

Saturday, October 13, 2007

STARDUST


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"Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?" Pointless, really... "Do the stars gaze back?" Now that's a question.

You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn't true. I know a lot about love. I've seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain, lies, hate... It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves... You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and... What I'm trying to say, Tristan is... I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange - no fits. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine. - Yvaine

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