Rain's Official Marriage

Dated 29/1/06 :)

It was Rain's official marriage yesterday. It was amazing. The feeling I had was just undescribable. I have witnessed friends getting married before, but none as close as Rain. I was so touched, almost jumping of happiness :D It felt a little weird though. Rain's becoming a Mrs! Oh my GOD that sounds.. all grown up :D ;)
Sweetest Rain, the most delicate bride, I wish you the happiest marriage and the most joyful life ever :)

Walking..

Written on 24/1/06, that same weird dark Evanescence mood.

I must've walked down that road a thousand times before, hundreds of thousands of times. I've spent all my childhood and teenage years coming and going there, almost daily. It has witnessed the sweetest memories, the most innocent laughs and the most childish chit chats.
I'm supposed to be quite familiar with that road. But I was actually scared. It was so cold. The dark was giving such heavy air to the whole place. In spite of the wind, it was hard for me to breathe. I wanted to scream, I wanted my voice to break the silence of the night.

Exhausted

I'd decided to stay away, to keep myself at a distance from things that get me into too much thinking. I'm truely exhausted from thinking, from contemplation, going around in closed loops and not reaching any new conclusions. I need to live for a while, to experience life instead of think, contemplate and philosophise. It's something I used to advise my friend, back in the day when I was eligible for giving advice, back in the day when I thought I knew myslf, being that right ot wrong, I'm not sure, but it definitely gave me a solid ground to stand on. I decided to keep away from posting in this blog of mine. Why not keep my little writings safe in my notebok, or even safer locked in my heart? But I just can't resist the urge of posting. It's an isolated island after all, that should make me feel secure enough. One more empty bottle thrown into the ocean.

What Kind of Soul Are You?

You Are a Dreaming Soul

Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you away from this world So much so that you tend to live in your head most of the time You have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all... But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficult You are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you. Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose colored glasses. Underneath it all, you have a ton of passion that you hide from others. Always hopeful, you tend to expect positive outcomes in your life. Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul, Prophet Soul, and Traveler Soul

What Kind of Soul Are You?

Hallucinations With Swan Lake

She floats above the water, performing on of the most beautiful dances ever. She moves so elegantly, so smoothly, so beautifully. It seems like there is no friction between her and the water whatsoever, as if she was actually flying. She is so absorbed in her dance. She's fearless, nothing can stop her, nothing can limit her. She has lost track of when and where, knowing nothing but the ecstasy she feels while dancing...

The little swan stumbles. She completely loses balance. They try to save her but with no avail. She tries to swim, but in vain. She had spend too long dancing that she forgot how to swim... Goodbye little swan...

Shattered...

Too weak to resist and to fragile to stand the pressure. It gets shattered; falls and breaks into a thousand pieces. They are so tiny, too small to be seen, but they are sharper than daggers. Silent cries break out in the middle of the night, but there is noone there to feel them. Slowly they fall into that dark cold cave. A place where there is no tomorrow. Silently they fall into the cave of abandonment.

Hello

Playground schoolbell rings, again
Rainclouds come to play, again
Has no one told you she's not breathing ?
Hello, I'm your mind, giving you someone to talk to...Hello...
If I smile and don't believe
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream
Don't try to fix me
I'm not broken
Hello, I'm the lie living for you so you can hide...
Don't cry...
Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping
Hello, I'm still here, all that's left
Of yesterday...

Fields of Innocence

i still remember the world
from the eyes of a child
slowly those feelings
were clouded by what i know now

where has my heart gone
an uneven trade for the real world
i want to go back to
believing in everything and knowing nothing at all

i still remember the sun
always warm on my back
somehow it seems colder now

where has my heart gone
trapped in the eyes of a stranger
i want to go back to
believing in everything

Pieces of Me

Trying to collect those pieces of me. I need to go through this phase and learn its lessons. I need to grow out of it because I don't like it much. I know it's a necessity though. That little girl needs to learn how to be brave, how to be strong..

Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
Every street lamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and the street lamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn’t give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Rain And Tears

Rain and tears are the same,
but in the sun
you've got to play the game.

When you cry in winter time,
you can pretend
it's nothing but the rain.

How many times I've seen
tears coming from your blue eyes.

Rain and tears are the same,
but in the sun
you've got to play the game.

Give me an answer of love,
I need an answer of love.

Rain and tears in the sun
but in your heart
you feel the rainbow waves.

Rain and tears both I shun,
for in my heart
there'll never be a sun.

Rain and tears are the same,
but in the sun
you've got to play the game.

Old And Wise

As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows approaching me
And to those I left behind
I wanted you to know
You've always shared my deepest thoughts
You follow where I go

CHORUS
And oh when I'm old and wise
Bitter words mean little to me
Autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they asked me if I knew you
I'd smile and say you were a friend of mine
And the sadness would be lifted from my eyes
Oh when I'm old and wise

As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows surrounding me
And to those I leave behind
I want you all to know
You've always shared my darkest hours
I'll miss you when I go

CHORUS
And oh, when I'm old and wise
Heavy words that tossed and blew me
Like autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they ask you if you knew me
Remember that you were a friend of mine
As the final curtain falls before my eyes
Oh when I'm old and wise

As far as my eyes can see

The Sole Guitar

I woke up with a nice feeling a couple of days ago. I don't know what it was exactly that went on in that dream, but all I know is my question had been answered and that relieved me a lot. The time has not come for the little butterfly to flutter by. The guitar still needs more training. It needs to learn new tunes and get better at the ones it knows.

(to be continues), Moon gat :D

I wish..

I wish human relationships didn't involve so much complications, so much confusions... I wish people's inner workings were more simple, straight and direct... It doesn't even have to be obvious to others, but at least to our own selves; understand why we feel this way, why we don't, but no, the part we see is just the tip of the iceberg. Only ALLAH knows what's hidden within. Let's just hope for the best.

Legends of the Traveler

>>> > > A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a
>>> > > small opening appeared. He sat and watched
>>> > > the butterfly for several hours as it struggled
>>> > > to force its body through that little hole.
>>> > >
>>> > > Then it seemed to stop making any progress.
>>> > > It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could,
>>> > > and it could go no further.
>>> > >
>>> > > So the man decided to help the butterfly.
>>> > > He took a pair of scissors and snipped off
>>> > > the remaining bit of the cocoon.
>>> > >
>>> > > The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had
>>> > > a swollen body and small, shrivelled wings.
>>> > >
>>> > > The man continued to watch the butterfly because
>>> > > he expected that, at any moment, the wings would
>>> > > enlarge and expand to be able to support the
>>> > > body, which would contract in time.
>>> > >
>>> > > Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the
>>> > > rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body
>>> > > and shrivelled wings. It never was able to fly.
>>> > >
>>> > > What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not
>>> > > understand was that the restricting cocoon and the
>>> > > struggle required for the butterfly to get through the
>>> > > tiny opening were God's way of forcing fluid from the
>>> > > body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be
>>> > > ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the
>>> > > cocoon.
>>> > >
>>> > > Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need
>>> > > in our lives. If God allowed us to go through
>>> > > our lives without any obstacles, it would cripple us.
>>> > >
>>> > > We would not be as strong as what we could have been.
>>> > > We could never fly!
>>> > >
>>> > > we asked for Strength.........
>>> > > And God gave us Difficulties to make me strong.
>>> > >
>>> > > we asked for Wisdom.........
>>> > > And God gave us Problems to solve.
>>> > >
>>> > > we asked for Prosperity.........
>>> > > And God gave us Brain to work. > >
>>>
>>> > > we asked for Courage.........
>>> > > And God gave us Danger to overcome. > >
>>> >
>>> > > we asked for Favours.........
>>> > > And God gave us Opportunities.
>>> > >
>>> > > we received somethings we wanted ........
>>> > > we received everything we needed!



LIFE IS LIKE A HIGH WAY.....
BUT YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE YOUR DESTINATION IS......
SOME TIMES YOU'RE NOT EVEN SURE IF IT GETS THERE.....
STILL YOU KEEP ON GOING...

MAKE SURE YOU ENJOY THE JOURNEY....

Welcome to Wonderland...

Welcome to Wonderland. There's a guitar over there, pick it up and start strumming, because, listen, someone is singing over there:

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

Riddles That Have No Answers

'Have you guessed the riddle yet?' the Hatter said, turning to Alice again.

'No, I give it up,' Alice replied: 'what's the answer?'

'I haven't the slightest idea,' said the Hatter.

'Nor I,' said the March Hare.

Alice sighed wearily. 'I think you might do something better with the time,' she said, 'than waste it in asking riddles that have no answers.'

... Suddenly, a hand touched it softly And whispered to it, "I'm here" It grabbed the little body tightly And away did go the fear...

I Had A Dream Last Night...

..."It Would Be So Nice If Something Made Sense" Alice Said.

What's Your True Sign?

(A)
But NO, I'm not traditional !!

Your True Sign Is Cancer

Cozy Moody Romantic Traditional Ultra-Sensitive Unable to Let Go The Most Loving Ever Intuitive and Imaginative

What's Your True Sign?

Bubble In The Air

They were playing in the open fields, having so much fun. They started blowing bubbles in the air. She couldn't take her eyes off one of those bubbles. It was so bright and colorful. Everything reflected on the face of its sphere so beautifully. The colors of the rainbow seemed to have a brand new look on it, like they have taken a different dimension, telling a different story.

The bubble flew away. Restlessly she ran after it. In her pursuit she crossed vast green areas, almost covered in pink beautiful roses. She crossed little blue streams, flowing elegantly across the fields. The cheerful orange sun was shining down upon her and on the whole scene, giving the water so much warmth, and giving life to everything. She kept on running, racing the wind, sometimes with the bubble and sometimes after it. The sound of her laughter was cutting through the sky.

..............................................................................

It blew up, it was just a bubble.
She wakes up, it was just a dream.

Another Sad Song

Another Sad Song.. Another Sole Guitar Playing..

I Have A Dream

By ABBA

I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream - I have a dream

I have a dream, a fantasy
To help me through reality
And my destination makes it worth the while
Pushing through the darkness still another mile
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream - I have a dream
I'll cross the stream - I have a dream

I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream - I have a dream
I'll cross the stream - I have a dream

The Water Played

The music started playing. She can hear it from afar. It is very faint, yet she can distinguish that melody she loves so much. Down the hill she walks, guided by the music. She stops to a sound she even loves more dearly than music, the sound of the water falling. It was flowing so gently down the softly lit rocks. She loves water so much. For her it means life. Only water can really touch her heart so gently, so tenderly. Only water can go past those walls, break into her castle and reach the places nothing else can reach. Nothing else can soften that heart that much. It was such a beautiful place to be in. The sound of water and music were mixing together, then pouring into her own heart, washing it and bringing it so much peace and pleasure.

Wise Quote

"La Tegber El-ensaan wala t7'ayyaro, kefaaya 3a2lo me7ayyaro." :D
By Salah Jahin (I guess)

Translation:
"Never Force or Option a Human, his mind is enough confusing him."
Credit goes for H. for this translation.

Nature Quote

"All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was." - Toni Morrison

What's Your Power Color?

Your Power Color Is Blue

Relationships and feelngs are the most important things to you. You are empathetic and accepting - and good at avoiding conflict. If someone close to you is in pain, it makes you hurt as well. You try to heal the ones you love with your kind and open heart.

What's Your Power Color?

What Color Is Your Aura?

Your Aura is Blue

Your Personality: Your natural warmth and intuition nurtures those around you. You are accepting and always follow your heart. You in Love: Relationships are your top priority, and this includes love. You are most happy when you are serious with someone. Your Career: You need to help others in your job to feel satistifed. You would be a great nurse, psychologist, or counselor.

What Color Is Your Aura?

What Scent Are You?

Your Scent is Rose

Delicate, feminine, and soft Your personality is fresh and understated

What Scent Are You?

After changing one of the answers:

Your Scent is Lemon

Vivacious, tangy, and lively You are one gigantic ball of energy!

What Scent Are You?

What Color Rose Are You?

You Are a Light Pink Rose

You represent sweetness and grace. Your vibe: Kind and gentle Falling in love with you: is like falling in love with a best friend

What Color Rose Are You?

A Happy Eid :)

I wrote one of my usual depressed/depressing posts this morning *e7tefalan bel 3eed ya3ny we keda :P * but it's all gone now el7amdolellaah :) It all went away when I saw sweet Lana :) , my aunt's granddaughter. Masha2 ALLAH she has grew up into a beautiful baby. She started interacting with us and such, laughing and pulling my eye glasses :D I started feeling her existence among us :) I started seeing the mercy of ALLAH in Lana's sweet smile. What a gift HE has blessed us with. May ALLAH keep her for us ISA and bless her. May HE take away all grief from our hearts and heal them. May Lina's soul rest in peace. I pray she is in a much better place now. I will be spending the day tomorrow ISA at my aunt's. I am very happy about it. I want to spend the whole day playing with Lana and singing her songs :) I think I'll start searching for babies songs now! :D

Questions

1. Would you accept a 100 million dollars offer, on the only condition you never step into your country again?
2. There are 10 guns on a table, along with 100 million dollars. Only one of them is loaded. You are to pick one and shoot yourself in the head. If you die, so be it, if not you get the money all for you. Would you take the chance?
3. If you are to spend a whole year getting horrible nightmares that you don't forget, but in return you are guaranteed to have a life of ultimate happiness, would you choose that?
4. Would you rather die at 50 among friends and loved ones after living a normal mediocre life, or die at 80 alone and suffering, knowing that the last 30 years of your life were the happiest and the ones so full of meaning?
5. Would you have one of your fingers cut and in return never get ill?
6. Would you rather live a life full of misery and happiness, ups and downs? or a stable life with happy moments only?
7. Would you kill an innocent person, knowing that this would put an end to all the world's famines and miseries?
8. Describe your perfect evening.
9. Who would you choose to be your: lover, best friend, dinner companion.
10. Who is your role model?

Live The Feeling Of A True Free Spirit

As always, credit for the original quote goes to Ryu. Man, I exploited this quote to the fullest, but it's just one of those that rings a bell inside. But being a creature that has such a 'dawsha' inside, composed of all the elements combined, I felt there are other thing I need to add to the quote. So here is my own version :D


"Fill The World With The Warmth In Your Heart, Flutter By The Wings Of Love, Climb Into The Highest Mountains, Run Free, Race The Wind, Touch The Sky, Dream of The Most Beautiful Heaven, Dive Into The Deepest Water... Live The Feeling Of A True Free Spirit."


Ookay that was long, but what can I say.. I'm just.. too much :P

Measures

In another attempt to analyze the situation and explain it, to me even before explaining it to others as to what this confusion is all about, here are some random thoughts that could touch base with some stuff..

Everybody has goals he wants to achieve in his life. The trick is trying to find out what are those goals YOU want to reach, truely from your heart, not what goals your society regards are worth striving to reach.

I don't want to measure the achievements I reach in this life by what degrees I get, what positions I reach in my career or how much money I make. I don't want to measure it either by how much information my mind can store, how complex calculations my brain can solve, how many languages I can speak or how many books I read (note here regarding the last two, I want them as part of my development, but not as an end goal). What I really want to achieve, the things that can make me take a look back at my life and feel it was worthwhile is how many smiles I helped draw, how many people I was able to supprt (especially friends), what a difference I caused in people's life. How much positive energy I spreaded and helped spread, what a happy home I could help establish, how much comfort I brought to.. umm.. my special one *blushes* (lamma yeb2a fieh special one ya3ny of course :P).

So.. what is it that confuses me so much, although I've set my goals? Well so far I have the most vague general idea of what I want on the very long run. I have neither established a strategy or tactics. I am not sure which road can take me there.

So next time I tell anyone I'd eventually want to work as a relationship advisor or children bringing specialist I don't wanna see that "Are you nuts" look :P lol I know what I'm talking about.

A well deserved thank you :)

It was a tough day at work, one of those days when my tears glands' shut down button is just not working. I got found out this time too *blushes* May be it wasn't all that bad though. After getting found out, 3 of my colleagues took it as their responsibility to cheer me up. We did some tahyies (A) *mainly making fun of me and my childish attitude, which needs another post to talk about:P*. The best part was when we started talking a little bit seriously. They didn't quite get what my problem is, since I don't quite get it myself, or may be don't wanna admit it (A) But they sincerely tried to provide me with quite wise words I really needed to hear. Some of their words were kinda far since they don't know me that well yet, but others came right to the core of certain problems. They were also very willing to share the lessons they had learnt from their personal experiences. I felt they were treating me like their youngest fragile sister and it really touched me. I really want to thank the three of you; K. A. and M. It would've been such a gloomy feast vacation without your sincere wise words.

Water Tank

They started their journey in the desert, each carrying his water tank on his back. It was such a long tiring journey. Her fellow travellers had already ran out of water too early, and were depending on her tank that she hardly drank from. She held on to it and didn't want to consume the water. They are all counting on it. Little did she know her tank was leaking. She only get to realize that too late, when there was almost no water left. She's getting more and more tired. She's not used to such a harsh effort. That tank on her back is being of such a load on her. She would willingfully carry it if there was anything left in it, but there isn't. Does she get it off her back? All her fellows are counting on it. Does she tell them there's nothing inside anymore? For them, it represents hope. They might not die of a lack of water, but rather, of a lack of hope. She doesn't want to do that to them. She doesn't want to hurt anyone. What does she do? confront or hide? For how long will she be able to pretent the tank is full? What if they do ask her for water? How will she get away without telling the truth? The water is all gone.

Short-sighted

They could get you to believe you're hollow. They could convince you there is nothing inside. Did you ever suspect it was them that were so short-sighted? Did it ever come to you it's them that cannot see below the surface. You know it now. You feel it deep inside your heart. Did you ever admit to yourself they'd been causing you so much hurt? Surely not, how could you be hurt when you believed you don't even have a heart. Then what is it that'd been aching for so long? What is it that had been receiving one strike after the other, silently causing scratch marks that hardly go away.

...Worth a Thousand Words

Sometimes you see a picture, or hear a quote that just hits you. It touches vey sensitive cords inside and sometimes even starts strumming them. It causes a shock when you first come across it, a sweet tingling shock indeed, that moves you inside.

I wasn't able to take my eyes off that picture. It just says it all. It digs to the furthest depths, gets out the thoughts that are just too hard to say in words, gets out the most precious dream of all. And puts it right in front of my eyes. Indeed a picture worth a thousand words, words embedded deep in my heart that I can hardly get out.

Problems

Problems do not go away. They must be worked through or else they remain, forever a barrier to the growth and development of the spirit.

From The Road Less Travelled
By M. Scott Peck

hmm.. Easier said than done though :D

Maya Speaking..

Who said I didn't exist before? Who said my voice was never heard? She knew it. she knew I existed the whole time. She believed in my existence right there and that belief always relieved her. She always heard that voice of mine, yet she never knew where it was coming from, yet feeling it was there somewhere relieved her. I've always been flowing inside of her. She wasn't fully aware of it, but could see it in the tears that rushed out for the smallest reason. I used to show myself to her in those tears, and those tears relieved her. My flowing gives life to her and in turn, to all of you. I am the real thing and you re the masks. I am what truely lies deep there in her core. I am the only voice she hears when she is all by herself trying to sleep. When all the egoes and materialistics are gone, it's my voice that remains, a voice so pure and innocent.

My existence was something she felt, yet could not lay her hands on because of some of you. For that reason, I have not got any chance for training, for growing up and maturing like the rest of you. But
soon enough I will get there. This time I didn't force myself to be seen in the form of tears as I used to do to grab her attention. It was her that searched for me deep inside. It was her who wanted to bring me to life, bring me to the light. Soon enough I will grow up. Soon enough I will find my way. My rivers will start flowing to a place I can call my home and none of you will stop me then.

Maya will be posting her word after she's done crying..

Terrie Speaking..

All of you guys are killing me. Why don't you just agree on one thing for once?! You know what, may be the three of you would gather and reach a conclusion and see what you want to do. To make things easier, I will not impose or even suggest a fourth opinion as she seems confused enough. I will not even suggest my own preferences until you are all done. But for God's sake just get done with that whole story. Reach whatever conclusions you want, being that letting Maya flow wherever she wants, or you Fiera get back in control along with me as we always used to do.. or you Aria.. oh no.. Aria no, stay away of this. I need some stability here. Look all of you, I have been patient enough, but this is such a critical stage and I need to focus on what I should be doing, else we all lose everything. Make up your minds everyone and let me know before it's too late.

Aria Speking..

I know I'm playing games with you kid, but what else can I do? You are just a baby, even more childish than myself. You hate those games I know; one day up and the other down, one time yes and the other no. But you have to know that it is better to take things light-heartedly. I am trying to save the day here. That 'flowing thing' trap you are blindly falling into. I have to do something to distract you. I have to blow in the opposite direction to stop you from flowing in a direction you shouldn't.

Fiera Speaking..

NO! I will not set you free. I will not let you naively flow to whatever direction you feel like flowing in. I know quite well what you think of me.. oh wait it seems I picked the wrong word, you don't even have BRAINS to be able to carry out that function: 'think'. You call it foolish, but I've got to tell you that this pride is what keeps YOU from acting foolishly and saves your dignity. It's what protects you from getting a blow you could never recover from again. You are nothing but a naive stupid little baby. You think you can be a superhero; climbing mountains and saving hearts and souls? Why don't you start by saving yourself first?

Oh and by the way, that magic stick you dream of, which can take away people's pain simply doesn't exist. Wake up and smell the coffee and you'd better stop dreaming. You are neither Joan d'Arc nor Mother Theressa, so stop that self sacrificing attitude because you can not save the world. What would be even better is to stop reflecting all people's sadness. You are not helping them in any way, but only hurting us all. You FOOLISH baby. I wonder why she even had to listen to your nonesense now. She didn't even know you existed before and things were just fine!

What wise quote fits you?

*blush*
*************

Your wise quote is: "Love is life.
And if you miss love, you miss life" by
Leo Buscaglia.
Yes, love is indeed what you desire in your
life. If you have it or not is another matter,
but it is in your eyes the most important
feeling. You tend to be a romantic dreamer and
want you and your love to have that kind of
perfect love that you hear about in fairytales.
However that can be hard to find, but it
doesn't mean you are going to stop looking.


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Secret Garden

She had a nice garden, of good kind of soil, yet it was crowded with lots of useless mess. In one corner of her garden though, bloomed a very nice rose. It was so special to her; the first rose to ever bloom in her garden. The girl was overjoyed by its sight. She used to water it daily and watch it grow. At some point she started to feel that her rose was talking to her. They had so many conversations, endless talks. She thought there was not a rose outweighing that one in beauty.

Suddenly, something started to change. She didn't see it at first but after a while it became too obvious. The rose was getting paler and paler, getting weaker everyday. She didn't understand what was wrong. Was it the soil? Was it the weather? Could it be the water? She just didn't have a clue. Something stranger started to happen. She didn't hear her rose talking to her anymore and instead heard strange noise coming from her direction. Did her rose go silent forever? Or did her voice change and start talking a different language? Or was it silent since the beginning and the girl was only hearing the eacho of her own voice? She didn't go water it as much as she used to. That role she left for the gardener. Something had changed inside her just as much. She wasn't able to see her rose looking like a complete stranger. The girl wondered, but did not wonder for too long. Seasons changed. It was such a dark and cloudy winter with heavy rain and thunder strikes. It was freezing cold outside. The girl wasn't able to go out in the garden and tend to her flowers, with all those winds blowing at her.

Winter started to wear off and the sun started finding its way through the dissolving clouds. The girl ran to her garden to find an amazing scene. The rain and the wind had swept away all the useless mess and taken it away. There was no more dust, the garden has been cleaned, it was glowing of purity. What's even better was that having all the mess and dust disappearing, made room for all the roses in the garden to grow. She didn't know it before, yet she had some of the rarest kinds of roses in her garden. The kind that grows stronger in bad weather and can resist strong winds. The roses were blooming. They filled her heart with gladness and made her feel so warm inside. She kept thanking GOD for his precious gift to her. She made an oath that she will never let any mess into her garden again. She promised she will always care for her beautiful roses.

The girl walked to that corner of her garden she knew so well to see her old rose. She thought it would resist too, but unfortunately it had grown too weak already, that it was not able to face the first wind blow. She was hurt to see nothing but remains. Still she can't get her hand on the reasons. But she can see now that the dust had filled the garden at some point, may be getting it suffocated. Or it might've been the water, that wasn't as clear as should've been. May be it just did not belong to that garden in the first place, and needed a different environment to grow in. Whatever the reason was, the dettachment had occured long before this moment. She didn't feel the pain she imagined she would. Silently, she got her watering pot and watered the remains.

Off she ran to the heart of her garden again. Everything was sparkling under the morning sun. She could even see the rainbow. The beautiful roses had attracted some amazing butterflies that fluttered all around the garden. She could hear the birds singing as well. She starts singing with the birds and dancing with the butterflies. She wants to embrace her flowers and hold them for the rest of her life. Her heart is so full of warmth that she wants to share with the whole universe.

It has become her favorite place. She likes spending long happy hours in her garden. Whenever she feels down, she runs to her garden and smells the beautiful scents of her roses, each and every one so special and unique. She feels refreshed and able to go on. She still goes to that old corner and waters that spot. No she's not gone crazy, no she's not trying to revive it back. She just goes there for respect, for an old memory that meant so much.

Step By Step

by Whitney Houston


Well, there's a bridge and there's a river
That I still must cross
As I'm going on my journey
Oh, I might be lost

And there's a road I have to follow
A place I have to go
But no one told me just how to get there
But when I get there I'll know
'Cause I'm taking it...

Step by step
Bit by bit
Stone by stone
Brick by brick

Step by step
Day by day
Mile by mile
Go your own way

And this old road is rough and ruined
So many dangers along the way
So many burdens might fall upon me
So many troubles that I have to face

But I won't let my spirit fail me
But I won't let my spirit go
Until I get to my destination
I'm gonna take it slow
Because I'm taking it...

chorus

Say baby, don't give up
You've got to hold on to what you've got
Oh, baby, don't give up
You've go to keep on moving
Don't stop
Yeah, yeah

I know you're hurting
I know you're blue
I know you're hurting
But don't let the bad things get to you
I'm taking it...

chorus

C'mon baby, gotta keep movin'

It Hurts...

To see those smiles, while you know just how much pain is hidden behind them.

To know that a heart is holding so much inside, yet trying to appear strong.

To see silent eyes, but you just know the oceans of tears they are effortfully trying to keep from falling.

What Flower Are You

You Are A Lily

You are a nurturer and all around natural therapist. People see you as their rock. And they are able to depend on you. You are a soothing influence. You can make people feel better with a few words. Your caring has more of an impact than even you realize.

What Flower Are You?

hmm.. :$ But I just don't like yellow :P