Thursday, February 08, 2007


Don't wait for what you
want
to come to
you.

Go after it with
all that you
are, knowing
that life
will
meet you
halfway.
~~~

(Photo by Sudhir Shivaram @www.thejunglelook.com)

Tuesday, January 16, 2007


Deep Purple


when the deep purple falls
over sleepy garden walls
and the stars begin
to flicker in the sky
through the mist of a memory
you wander back to me
breathing my name with a sigh.
in the still of the night
once again I hold you tight
though you're gone
your love lives on
when moonlight beams
and as long as my heart will beat,
sweet lover, we'll always meet
here in my deep purple dreams

A Donny and Marie Osmond song that I used to love back when I was a young girl filled with giddy dreams. For me, the best gift the Net brings are the songs and music that I grew up to....
~~~

Sunday, January 07, 2007



Desolation Blues




ain't no sunshine when you're gone
it's not warm when you're away
ain't no sunshine when you're gone
and you're always gone too long
everytime you go away
~~~

can i live without you
now that i know you
now that i know you exist?
can i be the same
now that i've changed
with the gentle touch of your hand?
now that i'm divided
by my need for you
without you
can i be whole again?
~~~

Monday, January 01, 2007


A New Year's Prayer


Dear Lord, please give me...
A few friends who understand me,
and yet remain my friends

A work to do which has real value,
without which the world would feel the poorer.

A mind unafraid to travel,
even though the trail be not blazed.
An understanding heart...
A sense of humour.

Time for quiet, silent meditation.
A feeling of the presence of God
And the patience to wait for the coming of these things,
with the wisdom to know them when they come.

W.R. Hunt
~~~

Monday, December 25, 2006


The icing says it all...Merry Christmas. The flow of visitors today has been nonstop, thankfully no one's staying for dinner but the cake's almost finished. I guess it's been a good Christmas :)
~~~

Wednesday, December 20, 2006


Christmastime.... a time for friends.
Of course, friends are always there for you but it's hard to see them all the time. These are all people that I got to know via the Net, and they're all great people! (especially my baby *wink*)
Oh btw, tinks, I'm the one in glasses wearing black with a red muffler. Turned out I had an op to put up something better than a shadow profile!




Tuesday, December 19, 2006



On Christmas Eve, the story goes,
an enchantment falls upon the earth.
It is a time when the Spirit of a new-born child
whose name is Love, possesses the world.

The way to Christmas lies through an ancient gate.....
it is a little gate, child-high, child-wide,
and there is a password:
"Peace on earth to men of good will."

May we all, this Christmas,
become as a little child again
and enter into His kingdom.

~~~

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

I've always loved books. In the past I was a voracious bookworm, albeit a choosy one, but now as I laughingly explain to anyone who cares to listen, ever since I got high-tech I haven't had much time for books anymore. Any spare moment and I'm either at my computer or tweaking my cellphone. But once in a while I do still read a good book and I count myself incredibly fortunate to have been able to lay hands earlier this year on Memoirs of a Geisha which was a fabulous eye-opening read, and just a couple of days ago, Khaled Hosseini's The Kite Runner.

I'd read the review of Runner some time ago but it hadn't really prepared me for the absorbing quality of the book. And the ambience helped some because I began reading it amid the dirt and gravel of the local cemetery where I was keeping an eye on the workers repairing my parents' gravesites. It turned out to be fascinating... and part of its' fascination lies in the fact that it's about a country that I've never really had much interest in. Sure I'd heard about the "forgotten war", of the inhumanly repressive Taliban regime, of the US playing Big Brother and ousting the black ones in the aftermath of 9/11... all the stuff that comes on the BBC and CNN. But The Kite Runner brings all that to life and in a neatly worked out plot whose careful construction reminds me of one of my favourite contemporary writers, Amitav Ghosh (if you haven't read his The Shadow Lines yet, do it pronto). Also, both Memoirs and Runner are about cultures other than the usual American/western which don't really have anything new much to offer anymore. Kudos to Mr Hosseini for this brilliant piece of writing.
~~~