A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty,
he said...no.
She asked him if he would want to be with her forever....
and he said no.
She asked him if he liked her ....
he said no
She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry,
and once again he replied with a no.
She had heard enough. As she walked away, tears streaming down her face,
the boy grabbed her arm and said... You're not pretty, you're beautiful.
I dont want to be with you forever I NEED to be with you forever.
i DonT LikE YOU I LOVE YOU
And I wouldnt cry if you walked away...I'd die...
There's a different beat to every heart.. and only a certain song that can touch the core of it..
Saturday, 19 December 2009
Love Query
Friday, 27 November 2009
L'encre de tes yeux -Francis Cabrel-
Puisqu'on ne vivra jamais tous les deux
Puisqu'on est fous, puisqu'on est seuls
Puisqu'ils sont si nombreux
Même la morale parle pour eux
J'aimerais quand même te dire
Tout ce que j'ai pu écrire
Je l'ai puisé à l'encre de tes yeux.
Je n'avais pas vu que tu portais des chaînes
À trop vouloir te regarder,
J'en oubliais les miennes
On rêvait de Venise et de liberté
J'aimerais quand même te dire
Tout ce que j'ai pu écrire
C'est ton sourire qui me l'a dicté.
Tu viendras longtemps marcher dans mes rêves
Tu viendras toujours du côté
Où le soleil se lève
Et si malgré ça j'arrive à t'oublier
J'aimerais quand même te dire
Tout ce que j'ai pu écrire
Aura longtemps le parfum des regrets.
Mais puisqu'on ne vivra jamais tous les deux
Puisqu'on est fous, puisqu'on est seuls
Puisqu'ils sont si nombreux
Même la morale parle pour eux
J'aimerais quand même te dire
Tout ce que j'ai pu écrire
Je l'ai puisé à l'encre de tes yeux.
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Cat: Tu viendras longtemps marcher dans mes rêves
Saturday, 7 November 2009
Je L'aime A Mourir
Vous pouvez détruire
Tout ce qu'il vous plaira
Elle n'a qu'à ouvrir
L'espace de ses bras
Pour tout reconstruire...
Je l'aime a mourir..
Thursday, 29 October 2009
You are On my Mind
Wednesday, 23 September 2009
Meaning of Kisses
It depends on where you were kissed :
Kiss on the hand - I adore you.
Kiss on the cheek - I just want to be friends.
Kiss on the chin - You are cute!
Kiss on the neck - I want you.
Kiss on the lips - I love you.
Kiss on the ears - Let's have some fun.
Kiss anywhere else - You're the best.
Kiss on the hand - I adore you.
Kiss on the cheek - I just want to be friends.
Kiss on the chin - You are cute!
Kiss on the neck - I want you.
Kiss on the lips - I love you.
Kiss on the ears - Let's have some fun.
Kiss anywhere else - You're the best.
Tuesday, 22 September 2009
Cannot Exist
I cannot exist without you.
I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again.
My life seems to stop there, I see no further.
You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I were dissolving.
I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion...
I have shudder'd at it...
I shudder no more.
I could be martyr'd for my religion: Love is my religion.
I could die for that. I could die for you.
My creed is love, and you are its only tenet.
You have ravish'd me away by a power I cannot resist.
Love Quote 5
For you see, each day I love you more
Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.
~Rosemonde Gerard
Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.
~Rosemonde Gerard
Tell her..
Don't wait until it's too late,
to tell someone
how much you love,
how much you care.
Because when they're gone,
no matter how loud you shout and cry,
they won't hear you anymore.
to tell someone
how much you love,
how much you care.
Because when they're gone,
no matter how loud you shout and cry,
they won't hear you anymore.
Fate
There was a scholar who was to marry his fiancee, but on
the day of marriage, his fiancee changed her mind and
married someone else. The scholar was devastated and fell
ill. His family seek all kinds of medical treatment for
him, but still he showed no sign of recovery. They were
about to give up hope on him when a wandering monk
passed by.
After learning about the scholar's condition, the monk
walked to the scholar's bed and took out a mirror for the
dying man to see. In the mirror,the scholar saw a vast
ocean,and the naked body of a murdered wooman lay on the
beach. A man passed by, looked at the body, shook his
head and left.
Another man who passed by saw the body, took off his robes
to cover the body and left. Finally came a man passing by
who saw the body, dug a hole and laid the body carefully
to rest before burying it. The scene in the mirror
suddenly changed. The scholar saw his fiancee in a
nuptial chamber and another man was lifting her wedding
veil... The scholar blinked at the monk, confused. Slowly the
monk explained,"The woman whose body you saw on the beach
was your fiancee in her previous life. In your previous
life, you were the second man who gave her his robes to
cover her body.
To repay your kindness in this lifetime,she loved you for
a period of time and became your fiancee. However,
the man whose favor she has to return for the rest of her
life is the third man who buried her. And that man is now
her husband." Enlightened, the scholar sat up and recovered
from his depression.
It is truly amazing -- this thing called"Fate".There was
a movie in which the theme song went like this: "You can
say it is a big world, you can say it is a small world.
But for the promise of this lifetime, we shall spend
our entire lives to fulfil."
All of us are in this big grand masquerade, among the
throng of people, we seek expectantly... in that
electrifying moment when our fingers touch,the masks
are removed to reveal our true selves. Before this moment,
we were drifting aimlessly,not knowing what we really
wanted. Till you meet this particular person, you finally
realize what you really want is not what you have
wished for in the first place. It amazes you that standing in front of this person
is a different you!
You without any mask! Fate is not something meant to
be forced upon. What is yours will eventually come
to your arms; what is not yours will never come to be.
In any case, we should not lose heart and give up on
our hopes for a love that is true, good and beautiful.
The value of life, in a certain sense,is determined
by the maturity of how we love.
Of how we give and accept love.
Treasure what you have...
Time is too slow for those who wait; Too swift for those who fear;
Too long for those who grief; Too short for those who rejoice; But for those who love...Time is Eternity!
Wednesday, 16 September 2009
A Love Letter by John Keats
I cannot exist without you.
I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again.
My life seems to stop there, I see no further.
You have absorb'd me.
I have a sensation at the present moment as though I were dissolving. I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion... I have shudder'd at it...now
I shudder no more. I could be martyr'd for my religion: Love is my religion. I could die for that. I could die for you. My creed is love, and you are its only tenet.
You have ravished me away by a power I cannot resist.
-letter written by John Keats-
Thursday, 20 August 2009
Good Night..
Here is my heart
it is yours
to take ..
Please treat it gently
and do not break it
Its full of love that is good and true
so please keep it always close to You..
'Good Night.. n Sleep Tight..'
Saturday, 8 August 2009
Love Letter 2
Love letter from Abigail Adams to John Adams, her husband. He became the second president of the United States. Written December 23, 1782
My Dearest Friend,
...should I draw you the picture of my heart it would be what I hope you would still love although it contained nothing new. The early possession you obtained there, and the absolute power you have obtained over it, leaves not the smallest space unoccupied.
I look back to the early days of our acquaintance and friendship as to the days of love and innocence, and, with an indescribable pleasure, I have seen near a score of years roll over our heads with an affection heightened and improved by time. The dreary years of absence have not in the smallest degree erased from my mind the image of the dear untitled man to whom I gave my heart.
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Cat: A love surviving the years and regardless of the high position obtained ...
Love Letter 1
Love letter written by Napoleon Bonarparte to Josephine in December 1795, less than a year before their wedding:
I wake filled with thoughts of you. Your portrait and the intoxicating evening which we spent yesterday have left my senses in turmoil. Sweet, incomparable Josephine, what a strange effect you have on my heart.
Are you angry? Do I see you looking sad? Are you worried? My soul aches with sorrow and there can be no rest you my love.But is there still in store for me when, yielding to the profound feelings which overwhelm me, I draw from your lips a kiss, from your heart, a love, which consumes me with fire?
Ah, it was last night that I fully realized how your portrait gives a false image of you. You are leaving at noon. I shall see you in three hours.
Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses from me. But give me none of yours in return, for they set my blood on fire.
Cat: Napoleon pun boleh menulis surat cinta yg indah.. :)
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