Birds of A Feather Flock Togather...

My deepest condolences 2 the birds of a feather who currently hd flocked togather. Pls continue to do wat ya do best!Talk behind my ass! N at e same time put on a mask as thick as ur ugly makeup n talk abt hw 2 save the world frm fools who mirror ur thoughts. If only there rmore pple like ya, e world would be a more BitchYful place! Nice try sweeties. But no! Am not giving up what U wanted so bad. Aww! It burns na?!

My dedication to the green eyed monsters!

I came up with this for the green eyed monsters who can't stand the fact that I am happy simply because I believe in being me.
Eat your heart out biatches! Ha! 

Smile at my face
Scorn me once I leave the place
It aint my fault
If you can't get what I got
I have got a lot of compassion for you kids
Which might tear your ugly masks into bits
Get togather, form a group
Write about me in your lowly stoop
I am sure it will earn u the nicks of  a mean mice
Just the way hookers get theirs through a lesser vice
Feel free to leave your footprints behind
Cause in the light of truth
One day, you will revisit this path for sure
So go now, take cover
I aint gonna bother

In the arms of an angel.......

With all that is going on now, I just feel like rocking in the arms of an angel..........
Sarah Mchlachlan's  beautiful voice is such a comfort for me, at this point in time

MusicVideo:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hx4RsCfL_fA&NR=1&feature=fvwp


I sooooo wanna fly away........in the arms of an angel........

Still I Rise

In the words of Maya, I know I will  still RISeeeeeeeeeeeeee



You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.


Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.


Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?


Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.


I rise
I rise
I rise.

 
-Maya Angelou

Calm in the midst of Chaos

A friend wrote this as her shout out in Facebook today. And it really hit the tear canals.....
Especially so while being caught in a storm. A a bad one at that!  :)

"The eye of the storm is that one specific spot in the center of a twister, hurricane, or tornado that is calm, almost isolated from the frenzy of activity.
Everything around the center is violent and turbulent, but the center remains peaceful.......
How nice it would be if we too could be calm and serene in the midst of chaos - in the eye of the storm."
- Richard Carlson

It ain't my FAULT, if I find Richard Gere HOT!!!

It ain’t my Fault,
If I find Richard Gere Hottt!!

How not to when he is soooooo delicious in 'Pretty Woman'.

It has always been one of my all time favourite movies!

I can watch it a thousand times and will never get tired of it.

Of him actually.
Gere looked soooo yummy in it.

As yummy as 'Strawberry with Chocolate ' *wink*

And yes!

Julia Roberts was such a babe in that movie.

I fell in love with black leather skirts and knee high boots when I was a little girl, after watching the sexy sultry Julia sashaying around to the Roy Orbison's vocals.

Pretty woman, the kind I LIKE to meet! Yay!

Happy Birthday MJ!

Happy Birthday Michael Joseph Jackson !

You would have been 51, if you had been alive :(

I promise.....

Divine's grace,
I promise
I will take care of all the little hearts
Who come into my sight
With grace and light
Injecting their lives with fun and yummy bites
We will dance away, all day and night
Believing with faith
That our future will definitely be bright
I will work towards it
With all my love and might
Please let this dream be rooted
Deep within my heart


While I was listening to Leona Lewis's 'Footprints in the sand', I penned down the above .......

Koalas

Did you know that Koalas spend 3/4 of their life sleeping?
They feed on eucalyptus trees, which contain toxins that amazingly they can digest.
Aren't these marsupials simply superb?!

How I wish, I can digest the 'toxins' emitted by some blockheads as easily as these koalas.
Yeah! If only......

But I wouldn't want to sleep away a major part of my life though.I have a lot more to achieve and live for.

Its good being just the way I am now. Human.

For the love of a dog.........

I have always wanted a dog.

And it got to be a golden Labrador or a Jack Russell.

But I am not allowed to own one.

Thanks to the super hygienic freak hiding inside my mum and my dad's grief over his dog that passed away ages ago.

I understand that they might have to readjust their lifestyle a little to welcome a new canine member to the family but I really want to experience the unconditional love of a dog.

Other types of pets aren't really my cup of tea. So the option of a substitute is totally out for me.

Few years ago, I chipped in to buy a Jack Russell for my friend's mum whose dog died. I was so excited.

The feeling of buying the 'chosen one' was almost equivalent to feeling a newborn baby in my arms. Awesome, I tell you!

And the fuss I threw when given the honour to name the puppy was crazy. But I loved every moment of it.

Now I really want one as my own.

Had enough of the decade long wait!

Since I will be moving into a new home in a few months time, I will secretly welcome the new member home too.

Just you wait and see.

Nothing, I mean NOTHING is ever gonna come between my golden love and me! Ha!

For the love of a dog, may god forgive me :)

One day.......I surely will

I first saw the picture of the golden temple when I was 14 at my tuition teacher's house.
And I told myself then, that one day I will visit this magnificent abode of the divine.
I know I surely will....

Letting Go...............

Its seems easier,
to walk away
to stop trying
to end what was already dying
to never persist
to choose silent dignity amidst
to live life not as an even but an odd number
to abandon the thought of living happily ever after
to dream alone
to again be on my own
to take responsibility for one
to stop worrying about us two
to live in solitude
to rejoice in silent gratitude
to stop thinking about what's next
to start thinking about what's best
to let you run your life all by yourself
to start living for myself

-----------------------------------------------
as the years went by
one, two three, four and five
its not easy being still alive
when somethings that you said and did not
turned my hearts into knots
yes, you will never know
what it is to be like a woman
but you should know
that i too am a human
don't say these are all too common
cause then I will be urged to call it off
and say men are indeed stubborn!


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Can't believe that you can still make me cry........MJ

How can one not cry, even after watching this..........

Missing your magic :(

Soul Type

I did another one of the facebook quizzes after a looong time.

This one felt kinda different.

You have come out with the Oceanic soul type. This would describe you as a person who is generally happy inside with an array of surfacing moods that tend to effect the people around you more than you would like. You are very busy dealing with things that seem like they would make no sense to the people in your life. You long for communion emotionally with someone but can't seem to find anyone who fits the bill. It is exceedingly important for an Oceanic soul to realize they are part of something by nature that is so vast, so incredible, so infinitely changing that they do not need to 'connect' the way they have learned to think that they do. All they really need to do is take notice of the beauty they are a real bonafide part of and participate fully. It is by exerting will in this small behavioral way that will bring them into a light that is very attractive to the right kind of people for them. Ironically, once an Oceanic realizes what they are a part of and starts to really willfully participate, they no longer feel such a need for connection.. cest la vie.. so get busy Oceanic soul! You have a lifetime of tides to ebb and flow through, and a whole world of beauty to be a part of.

Michael Jackson - The Man Who Made Me Cry, Twice

Is this it? Really? That’s it of the legend?
I first shed tears for him when I was 15. For no fault of his.

I was watching his interview with Opera on TV then. He was sharing with her about his childhood, followed by a tour of Never Land. And the song "Childhood' was playing on the background. He got me there.It was not the pop star I teared for then.

I had never been one of those teens who bought every one of his albums or idolized his every move. I only got to know about his music through my cousins whom I grew up with. They loved to groove to his dance hits. They even emulated his dress sense. Black and white colour themed dressing, pants that rid up an inch above the ankle, white gloves and leather jackets was sooooo 'IN' then. Guys went for the curly strand of hair that hung above their foreheads thanks to that icon. He defined “break dance” and” almost every teen thought it was cool to be “Bad” then.I enjoyed many of his songs but that was as far as it went for ‘The Star’.

It was the little boy in him that my heart went out to.
I cried for the abused, misunderstood and pressured child in him.
I cried for the one who constantly yearned for love in mysterious ways from the world around him.
I cried for the man who paid dearly for the price of fame.
I cried for the black man who turned white by choice more than by chance.
I cried for the man who had to wear many masks to survive the cruelty and scrutiny of the media.
I cried for the one who seemed to have everything but in real almost nothing.
I cried for the emasculated man who still held onto the immaculate boy in him.
I cried for the part of me I saw in that little one called Jacko.

Today again, I shed tears for that same boy whom I have never met or spoken to but feel a lot for.For the man who died without even saying a proper goodbye to his 3 young ones.

Goodbye Moonwalker. Your life long walk home ends today.
May you find happiness in God's arms and a new Never Land on God’s lap. And may you be endowed with all that you couldn't get to experience on earth, in both light and in darkness.

I still can't believe "This Is It"!
You have made the ‘final curtain call’ indeed.
Even in death, you never failed to ‘Thrill’ us.

Micheal, you really rocked. And still do.

Back!

Back.

Burnt.

Broke.

But with,

BagsFull.

hehehe

The Incredible "I"

A journey to the land of all Seasons....
The land for all Reasons.....

Bonding With The Big "B"

I have come to an understanding that I have quite a weird way with books.

Whenever I make a trip to the library or the bookstore, I pay attention to books that only calls out to me. Some of the books excite me in a way it did when I met my better half for the first time. I can feel this tingling feeling that arises from within and the urge to pick up the particular book on sight.

I can stare blankly at the neatly arranged books and I suddenly feel connected to a particular book or so and don't leave without it. I can spend an eternity in a bookstore and I got to really feel for the book before I feel that it’s crucial to secure the transaction at the counter.

To me, a book is not just a compilation of paper and ink. It is far more valuable than that.
When it comes to reading one, I have a habit of picking up chapters randomly in the book. Following the numerical order doesn't seem to appeal to me.It’s like subconsciously I choose to read what I need the most at that point in time.

I read and reflect upon the contents and I learn. It’s like I become a new me. I grow with each book that I read and as I grow, everything around me changes. Everything in me changes too.

When I was a child, I fell in love with Martin Luther King through an autobiography of his. I was only about 10 then. Through the depiction of his life story, I learnt that I should dare to dream and dreams too can come true.

And once when I was in my teens, I cried over a book entitled "Say, Goodnight Gracie" for almost 2 weeks. I became very depressed when one of the main character in the book, dies at a very young age in a road accident. He leaves behind a childhood friend Gracie with only memories. Losing him felt like losing a soul mate. Sounds crazy, but that isn't my point here. The point is how one gets connected to the unseen strangers that one gets to know only through the prints.

2 years ago, I started reading Mitch Albom's "Five people You Meet in Heaven" and was filled with great admiration for his narration of the characters that seem to come alive on every page.
Recently, I completed yet another one his special creation “Tuesdays’ With Morris". Superb!
I was filled with tears when I finished the last page. I yearn for more of his successful creations.

I believe very strongly every book has a message. And every message has an intended purpose for reaching me at the right time and the right place. What might be a current best seller might not necessarily interest me till I sense the unspoken burning urge to read it.

Books bring me closer to a world of possibilities, and the impossible as well. It allows me to dive into the abundance flow of creativity and limitless imagination.

Books provide me the means to appease my soul’s hunger for life changing experiences.

It brings upon a sense of security and warmth that one can experience only in solitude.

It’s a great way to pamper oneself without any form of regrets.

It is a luxury by itself, when one knows how to treat it.

It is not just about the need to want any book. It is about the want to need that particular book.

Each book is a treasure hunt. The treasure that is found at the end of it lies in the perception of the reader.

I love every page of it.

This bond with the binded. :0)

Music for the Soul

Lucinda Drayton's Voice Makes Me Float In Bliss....
Lyrics of the song "One Thousand Angels"

Do you
Hear me calling you
The voice of a mother, a father and a child
Would you recognize the truth
Do you feel a love that's falling from my eyes
Take just a minute
Come and rest you by my side
Let me tell you your own story
Let me walk you through your lives
Only a second
That's all it takes to realize
There's a hundred thousand angels
By your side
Do you
Hear me talk to you
I whisper through the doorways
And pathways of your mind
Clear like the morning dew
And fresh from my journey
Cross an ocean of blue
Take just a minute
Come and rest you by my side
Let me tell you your own story
Let me walk you through your lives
Only a second
That's all it takes to realize
There's a hundred thousand angels by your side
There's a hundred thousand angels by your side

I was so in love with her voice and the lyrics of this song really touches the heart.
So soulful! I loveeee!

Intuition- Defining In My Own Words

Intuition

the touch of the Angels
the connection with another soul
the knowing of the unknown
the guiding light of the divine
the silence that speaks a thousand meaning
the Whisper That Emerges From Within

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