Introduction
Speak not, lie hidden, and conceal
the way you dream, the things you feel.
Deep in your spirit let them rise
akin to stars in crystal skies
that set before the night is blurred:
delight in them and speak no word.
How can a heart expression find?
How should another know your mind?
Will he discern what quickens you?
A thought once uttered is untrue.
Dimmed is the fountainhead when stirred:
drink at the source and speak no word.
Live in your inner self alone
within your soul a world has grown,
the magic of veiled thoughts that might
be blinded by the outer light,
drowned in the noise of day, unheard...
take in their song and speak no word.
Me
I am
-Madhu-
Age of
-89-
Loves
-Ancient history, anthropology, dinosaurs, cryptozoology, serial killers, neurofibromatosis, LOST!, Bones, How I met Your Mother, The Nanny, Monk etc-
Hates
-Not having a job and being a slob-
Dreams
-No space to put them all in-
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Thursday, June 12, 2008
Ah, the only skills I seem to have picked up over the course of this holidays is onion-cutting. For that matter, chopping garlic, ginger and tomatoes. My mum basically sabos me into doing all the cutting, claiming that I cut them super small. I think she's just coming up with excuses to get me to do more work! Yikes, my hands smell of garlic as I'm typing this!
Confessions of a Shopaholic is offically is the longest of chicklits that I have ever read. I mean not in the terms of size but in terms of ability to invoke sleep. I dunno why, whenever I picked it up to read it, I almost always fell asleep and I only finished it yesterday after starting it at the start of hols.
The End
6:17 pm
