Saturday, May 21, 2005

The Diamond of Her Heart

Diamonds are a girl's best friend. No diamond no kiss. No diamond no honey. I suppose we live in a very materialistic world. I suppose too that the gift of a diamond (at least 2 carats, if not don't give) goes a long way to cement the so-called relationship. Sigh, forgive me for being a not so materialistic person but I don't believe in the gift of those rocks (of course it might also be due to my empty pocket talking more than any other sentiment hehe).

What are the qualities of such a rock that inspires such undying devotion in the throbbing hearts of our female counterparts?

1. It's formed by the hottest of fires through millions of years.
2. It's glitteringly hypnotic. Bringing ardent admirers to it like moths to the flame. "Ohh, you inflame my passions !!!" she says.
3. It's solid, it's the hardest material in the world.
4. It's dependable, the glitter won't fade. It will still be hard.
5. It was a worthless piece of black junk in it's previous life but all is now forgiven after the oooOOOHHH! so remarkable transformation.
6. It will outlast the girl in its eternal beauty.

So, instead of the piece of rock, what can I present to her as a symbol of my eternal love. I vow to transform myself into the diamond. Am I that diamond now? No, I am far from it. Am I trying to emulate the qualities of a diamond? Yes, I am working hard at it. Love to me is a MARATHON & not a SPRINT. I shall be there for her through thick and thin. Through poverty and in wealth. Through sickness and in health. I shall go through the hottest of fires for her. I shall glitter for her. I shall be solid and dependable. My love will be eternal. My love for her will not fade but glow stronger through the years. I shall be her soul mate as she will be mine. Am I a worthless piece of junk at the moment? I don't think so but before 3 years is up, I will transform myself into a priceless DIAMOND.

And I shall present this DIAMOND, myself, to her. I hope she appreciates this DIAMOND as much as I appreciate her.

Soulmate, I gift myself unto you.


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The Eighth Wonder of The World

I recently came back from Egypt. Of course, my tour included the famous pyramids of Giza, the only remaining Seven Wonders of The Ancient World. Extremely impressive and mind boggling. If I remember my facts right, the largest pyramid is made of 2.3 million blocks of red granite each weighing more than 2 tonnes. Imagine that. How did they build such a wonder ??? With a true heart or under the whip ? True heart or whip, it's still nevertheless one of the most magnificent man-made structures still standing in the world.

It set me to wondering what is The Eighth Wonder of The World. For me, I feel that the Power of the Indomitable Human Spirit is the Eighth Wonder of The World. It is this power that set into motion the construction of all Wonders. Therefore without that power, none of the wonderful things in front of us would have been possible. What do you say about it? The power to conquer inconquerable odds. The power to overcome our limitations. The power to be more than we ever thought we could be. That is the Eight Wonder.

That brings the question back to me. Do I have it within me to awaken the Eight Wonder? What would motivate me to awaken the Power? I think if I were to only think of myself, that power will never spring to life. It must be dedicated to something higher than me, myself and I. What would that be? Also, am I willing to pay the Price that comes with the Power? What would that price be?

Soulmate, I await thee. Together, we may be able to awaken that power in each other.


The Majestic Pyramids of Giza. Posted by Hello


The Mirror of Her Soul Posted by Hello

The Mirror Of Your Soul

"What's the most beautiful part of a Woman's Body?"

My dad asked this question on the spur of the moment to all of my family one day 17 years ago. My brother said "The Lips !". I said "The Eyes !" My dad said, in his all wise tone of voice,"No ! No ! No ! It's the legs !"

Conclusion of that conversation. No wonder Mum has beautiful legs Dad. You fell in love with the legs first didn't you?

That question has stuck and embedded itself into my body, mind and soul though. I will still argue that the most beautiful of a woman's body, are her eyes. The eyes are, to me, the mirror of the soul.

In fact, that is the first part of the body that I am drawn to everytime I meet someone new. Call me prejudiced but the eyes will be the greatest determining factor of whether I am interested to get to know the person better.

Soulmate, I long to gaze lovingly into the mirror of your soul :-)

Saturday, May 14, 2005

IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minuteWith sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling

Friday, May 13, 2005


Egyptian Desert Sunrise Posted by Hello

Monument of My Love

EGYPT. What an experience. A place where pharoahs build monuments of greatness from the day they become the pharoah till the day they die. The afterlife is eternal. Thereby my monument must be eternal. So they say. And so they have proven with their structures of 3,000 to 5,000 years. Magnificent to behold until today.
ABU SIMBEL. The place where Egypt's greatest king, Ramses II met his most beloved wife. Neferteti. The most beautiful one. One whose beauty still haunts us. Abu Simbel. The place where he erected the greatest symbol of his love. An eternal monument that will outlast the Taj Mahal.
QUESTIONS. What will the monument of my love be? Will my monument outlast Abu Simbel? I don't think so. But I want to believe that what Man can do, Men can do. Why can't I build an eternal monument too? I want to be a person whose love is great enough to move mountains.
SOULMATE. Ahhh. Where are you my dear that I may start to move those mountains? Where are you my dear that I may start to lay stone by stone, gravel by gravel the foundation of my eternal love? I await thee.


Abu Simbel - The Great Monument symbolizing the great love of Ramses II to his beloved wife Neferteti ('the most beautiful one') Posted by Hello

It Doesn't Pay To Be A Good Guy ?

You know, a girl once said to me,"You are just too good a person. You don't smoke, don't drink, don't etc! I'm afraid you'll be a big bore." Yes, I said, but I'll treat you nice and well. "But I don't want nice and well. I want a rascal I can save. I was born to rescue that scoundrel on the street. That wastrel. That person who'll beat me and whack me. I will save him."
All this serves to disillusion me. You mean girls nowadays don't want a good guy. They want somebody baaaaaddd ! So I tried to be bad. I really tried. But what to do. I don't like to be bad. So I will now just be myself. I am sure someone out there will appreciate me for what I am. Somebody who wants to be loved and cared for. Somebody whom I can devote my life to. Somebody to grow in all aspects of life with. I choose to be a good and caring guy. I know there will be takers. Soulmate, I await thee.

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Soulmates !

Soulmates. What a word. Laden with hope, meaning and disappointments. Is there any way for me to find that soulmate? The one that will complete me body, mind and soul. Ahhh ! There was once such a person. She was sensitive and intuitive, caring and full of feeling. She also had the voice of an angel. How would I like to hear such a voice again.
Songbirds. Duets have always sounded doubly more beautiful than a solo. I miss my serenading days. The days when I serenaded nightly to that angel whom I considered closest to a soulmate. When my oh... so easy to break heart was open. How would I like to sing to such a soul again.
Hearts united. The eyes say what words cannot. There was a time when all we needed was a flash of the eyes. We would know each other's heart. The hesitancy in her voice spoke volumes, her silence louder than a thunderclap. How would I love to stare deep into such eyes again.
Failure. Why did I not tell her? Why did I not open my heart to her? Why did I let a soulmate slip from my grasp. Was it cowardice? Was it a demand for the sureties of life? There is no certainty.
Requiem. The lament of a wounded heart. The lament of a procrastinator. The lament of someone who didn't grab that chance. The lament of a hopeless romantic who just couldn't find the courage to show the trueness of his heart.


Ahhh ! A strong & refreshing wind blowing while sailing down the river Nile. Absolutely beautiful :-)
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The Struggle To Fulfill Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs

Needs. Sigh, we are always in need. And imagine the lengths we all go through to fulfill them. First is the need for food. Somebody recently said, "Any there anymore starving people in this world?" Certainly not in my country. You will only starve if you don't do anything about it. So that's qute settled.
Next comes the need for security. It used to be a roof over your head but now it has gone to "Which neighbourhood are you located?" "Don't live there, it's not safe." Of course, security needs can be fulfilled by money. You've got enough of it, you can live like a king. Not that I fall into that category but we make do, don't we.
After that comes the need for Love. This is where my quandary comes. This is currently where my needs are greatest. The need to have a family to call my own. The need for my invalid mother brought down by stroke to at least cuddle a grandchild before she goes off far far away. It's like that's the only thing she knows how to utter. Everytime I see her. "Go forth & proceate my Son !" Of course it's not said as stylishly but I know it from the look on her eyes, the twitch of her nose and the struggle she goes through to make herself understood.