tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47734840013338788342024-03-13T22:02:16.242-07:00~Zephyr... Beginning of journey..~♥ The Journey ♥~Lakshme~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686571922684769856noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773484001333878834.post-79038779510203574452012-06-17T04:51:00.000-07:002012-06-17T04:52:27.111-07:00The Butterfly<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh57zgA_eDJYXoz2a-NvbQ1AsyMjdS0naevEiHQnxzffZbZVYzYeP41JNwvn3YihrB8yc5HWuwOYuezkcDrNnGUaZMX8TY5KmZp2K_fRk1tEdJJziXH0iEZgRoDTuVOo7qJ2OSrfc1nkkFU/s1600/Lonely_Butterfly_by_aramele.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh57zgA_eDJYXoz2a-NvbQ1AsyMjdS0naevEiHQnxzffZbZVYzYeP41JNwvn3YihrB8yc5HWuwOYuezkcDrNnGUaZMX8TY5KmZp2K_fRk1tEdJJziXH0iEZgRoDTuVOo7qJ2OSrfc1nkkFU/s320/Lonely_Butterfly_by_aramele.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">A butterfly so I am,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">So you say....</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Good to be seen,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Once touched, considered dead!</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">So you say....</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">You let me fly,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Wanting watch my wings flutter,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: purple;">Watch me from far,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">How I crumble and die,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">So I say....</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Hold me in your arms,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Watch me spread my wings,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">And take you with me,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">To a world of you and me....</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Just you and me....</span>~Lakshme~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686571922684769856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773484001333878834.post-37387073426578477862012-06-06T10:38:00.001-07:002012-06-17T04:52:15.606-07:00Love & Live<br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Yeah...<span style="color: red;">LOVE</span> is a common word among people to describe their relationship with their fellow partner. I love her, I love him...Oh my! We are so in love...bla bla bla.. Many succumbed into hatred and started to have the passion for revenge due to unfortunate events that took place, thus, cutting their love life short *s<i>ad sad...wipes a tear</i>*. Well, life is short people!!! Why waste it on revenge? Yeah I Know how it feels to be cheated and then dumped *<i>grrrrrr to those who did that</i>*. Then again, there is so much to life than to seek revenge...or sit in a corner succumbing into deep, agonizing depression. <span style="color: red;">Go out, get a huge tub of ice cream, and eat it all alone!</span> trust me. you will so feel better. If not, look at the life of the one who deceived you. I bet you it must be full of misery *<i>muahahahaha...evil lafter</i>*. Come on! He/she dumped you! You think that BIG MAN up thier gonna let em get away with their sins? No way man! So, why not let the BIG MAN up there do his job? If we were to seek revenge and teach people lessons of life, what do we actually leave the MAN to do? We are freaking taking over his job people!!! Let us leave him do HIS job...I know HE can be really slow at time *<i>what do ya expect, millions seek his attention daily</i>*. But trust me, HE does HIS job better than any of us can do it. I saw it happen...Tears of sadness and anguish were transformed into smiles of happiness and laughter of joy and satisfaction *<i>hoooooray!!!</i>* </span></b><br />
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<br />~Lakshme~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686571922684769856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773484001333878834.post-74389150018643031282012-03-11T10:12:00.000-07:002012-03-11T10:12:42.861-07:00? ------>>>> ?<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>It was over..</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>Supposed to be over..</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>or at least it was....</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>Until you decided otherwise.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>It was over..</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>Until I found all the pieces of ma broken heart..</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>or at least until I fixed them like a jigsaw..</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>But they never seem to fit the same...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>Until you decided to crush it again.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>It was over..</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>When you decided not letting me think so..</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>or at least I thought it was...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>Until you decided to trick me again.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv4e0YNcT7i7gg7TjIfEsgUau90o7WyQyZ2SS-8kKkayJJHJlVLGm5kskUgTWTVin0mLuDyHHE61G4yGRVtNmcu5RvE5MPJq3LTAanZDJt27TU7nbOl6-E1zyj2HgEO48Udd860Cg3Qpqo/s1600/22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv4e0YNcT7i7gg7TjIfEsgUau90o7WyQyZ2SS-8kKkayJJHJlVLGm5kskUgTWTVin0mLuDyHHE61G4yGRVtNmcu5RvE5MPJq3LTAanZDJt27TU7nbOl6-E1zyj2HgEO48Udd860Cg3Qpqo/s320/22.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b><br />
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</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>Now....</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>It is supposed to be over...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>My heart was crushed for another...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>Until you decided to shatter my crushed heart..</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>What is left for me?????</b></span></div>~Lakshme~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686571922684769856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773484001333878834.post-73580201517554108232012-03-11T09:57:00.000-07:002012-03-11T09:57:12.465-07:00~Let go?~<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><b>Time passed...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><b>To heal those wounds...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><b>You caused knowingly....</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><b>Just as I nursed it back....</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><b>You scrapped it off again...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><b>Just in case you don't know....</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><b>It hurts....a lot...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><b>It has scars...Ugly scars....</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><b>Scars that make me weep....</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><b>It hurts...Just for you to know...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ASYtar0yjYb-OkFAnVcW28GNMo56l35os2I8V9e1hfS796BmO_wkULYc5dvQrJ3JMIPjHfhqPdTgH9NHMTiPMH27evsoWrEl1c8-QmOx1tPH1rsK-8boZlH4ztFTzYyznA8Wd7UE5EM2/s1600/51-broken-hearte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ASYtar0yjYb-OkFAnVcW28GNMo56l35os2I8V9e1hfS796BmO_wkULYc5dvQrJ3JMIPjHfhqPdTgH9NHMTiPMH27evsoWrEl1c8-QmOx1tPH1rsK-8boZlH4ztFTzYyznA8Wd7UE5EM2/s320/51-broken-hearte.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>~Lakshme~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686571922684769856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773484001333878834.post-13209488984692950532012-03-11T09:03:00.001-07:002012-03-11T09:04:39.173-07:00~Shattered~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhk5Dbtm3yRt_q3l3uNhQHyL4qWOdPrlbSlcJa2E3KSbLnejdrUX9RIWCA496uI8eRYdW3JusRCm1jNxgXvLkn817SM7CvOO1QGNFw2n6mTnvX-nbdLmDaRBulcmER16XtiMg17jyRnnQc/s1600/sad-love-quotes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: white;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhk5Dbtm3yRt_q3l3uNhQHyL4qWOdPrlbSlcJa2E3KSbLnejdrUX9RIWCA496uI8eRYdW3JusRCm1jNxgXvLkn817SM7CvOO1QGNFw2n6mTnvX-nbdLmDaRBulcmER16XtiMg17jyRnnQc/s320/sad-love-quotes.jpg" width="213" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: #ea9999; font-size: large;">You came. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: #ea9999; font-size: large;">Made me smile. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: #ea9999; font-size: large;">Made me feel special. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: #ea9999; font-size: large;">Made me feel like a complete woman.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: #ea9999; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: #ea9999; font-size: large;">But you,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: #ea9999; font-size: large;">Made me cry,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: #ea9999; font-size: large;">Stole my heart,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: #ea9999; font-size: large;">Broke my heart,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: #ea9999; font-size: large;">And never returned it....</span></b></div>~Lakshme~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686571922684769856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773484001333878834.post-78611916210369206162011-11-08T04:07:00.000-08:002011-11-08T04:08:40.771-08:00~A tribute to you Grandma~<div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Its been awhile after my convocation...about 1 month. I had a lot in my mind a few days before the big day. One of it was not having my grandmother around. You see, she died of cancer last year. I was never close to her. Although she took care of me for a few years, I had always been the quiet and the grand-daughter who does not communicate much with her. I only realised I look up to her after she passed away. At the tender age of 40, she raised her 6 children, including her oldest son who is mentally handicapped. She raised her children single-handedly and got all of them married all.And all of them are living a good life now. She kept her oldest son with her, throwing into a fit if ever anyone suggests sending him to a special care home. She lived alone with him, doing all the house work and being independent enough until the disease struck her. She refused to accept the fact that the disease would cripple her and believed she would be cured. I saw her deteriorating slowly. The final draw came when she got tired easily, couldn't walk, couldn't chew solid food and even worse, she couldn't even go to the toilet. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"> You see, she had always had a soft spot for my brother and loved him dearly. She was always proud of whatever he does, no matter how petty it could be. It broke my heart when she couldn't smile or understand when my brother brought home strings of A's from his SPM examination. We had a small party to celebrate his and my sister's success in SPM. My grandma was staring into space and had such difficulty to chew the soft noodles we gave her. It was once, her favourite food. Until now I regret for not giving her a hug. I realized that I could not accept the fact that my once so-active grandma, is now practically immobile. Secretly I was wishing she would be cured and at least would start talking to us back. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">On March 24th, I was in my campus and I had an uneasy feeling. I told my dad I wanted to come home and that was when he told me grandma wasn't doing good. I traveled back home, being the last person in the family to see her before she passed away two hours later. The only image I will bring to my grave is when they brought her back home, fully wrapped in white cloth. She did not look like my grandma. This lady was pale, totally shrunk and cold. Where is my grandma? </span></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHGJOAoH-IUpyK1Yqy8XZsVI1IQV0D78Di2fdpssoMs3_7JK0Lv2VZMOrfbd_FDWHr5qDmYosrwhhE6sYrZdgs95qkbYlFhvjr0zyDsLURQ6rMMNf0YGLG8JES7e1mze3OFLHWi4Xrb4Zn/s1600/mortar-board.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHGJOAoH-IUpyK1Yqy8XZsVI1IQV0D78Di2fdpssoMs3_7JK0Lv2VZMOrfbd_FDWHr5qDmYosrwhhE6sYrZdgs95qkbYlFhvjr0zyDsLURQ6rMMNf0YGLG8JES7e1mze3OFLHWi4Xrb4Zn/s320/mortar-board.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"> All these time, I still do not know why memories of her is so strong in me. Is it because I love her or is it because I respect her so much? But I know I miss her. I missed her during my convocation. I missed seeing her proud face on that day. I really really miss you grandma.... This is for you.....</span></div>~Lakshme~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686571922684769856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773484001333878834.post-6622392456516652132011-09-23T09:46:00.000-07:002011-09-23T09:55:27.903-07:00~The Wedding~<div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF4m4tac5Kjc2hbAkhckGQA_g4f2nwrVJzlUa_OTCmJkKsXn_1K7l4iPYFAQPMFK_blOOwgzEU9mJt5KProWzF9fIbgB6xfAzOnP8_OLuhG2cZjE5BWBr65_HytO-bneJoJtKM9q4CJTBR/s1600/bridal-henna-mehndi2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF4m4tac5Kjc2hbAkhckGQA_g4f2nwrVJzlUa_OTCmJkKsXn_1K7l4iPYFAQPMFK_blOOwgzEU9mJt5KProWzF9fIbgB6xfAzOnP8_OLuhG2cZjE5BWBr65_HytO-bneJoJtKM9q4CJTBR/s400/bridal-henna-mehndi2.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">I see the delicate drawing of rice (kolam),</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">As pieces of my life put together, </span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">I see the henna details on my palm,</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">As drawing to hide the lines underneath,</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">I see the aisle,</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Guarded by the curious looks of guests, </span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">I see the food display,</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">A galore of sugar and spice and everything nice,</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">I walk down the aisle,</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">White, red roses cover the path, </span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> I see the oil lamp,</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Dancing to the uneven rhythm of my heart, </span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">I see the dais,</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Decorated as grand as my new life expected to be,</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">I see the colored rice,</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">As yellow as the sun to shine on me,</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
I see the seat beside me,</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">As empty as a desert can be,</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">As empty as my heart can be,</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Where will you be? </span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I hear the Cricket singing</span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">A tune on his own,</span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Clearing the deafening silence of night,</span></span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Rhyming my every step.....<br />
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I see the Moon smiling,<br />
A shine so bright,</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> Shining my ever so dark path,<br />
Lighting my every step....<br />
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I feel the chilly breeze,</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">A chill to my bones,</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Hugging my empty arms,<br />
Guiding my bare hands....<br />
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I taste the cold drop,<br />
A taste so fresh, or was it salty?<br />
Trickling down my throat,<br />
The rain drop or was it my tear?</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">I smell the damp soil, beneath my toes,<br />
Ever so cold, striding every step,<br />
Like a faithful companion,</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">The night is alive,</span><br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Yet,its empty...</span></span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </span></span><span data-jsid="text">♥</span><span data-jsid="text">Lakshme</span><span data-jsid="text">♥</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: center;"><b><span data-jsid="text">♥</span><span data-jsid="text">12.50am - 21st August 2011♥</span></b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; text-align: justify;"><b><span data-jsid="text"></span><span data-jsid="text"><br />
</span></b></div>~Lakshme~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686571922684769856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773484001333878834.post-89029556303288487132011-08-20T08:24:00.000-07:002011-08-20T09:58:10.602-07:00♥ Simplicity or Complexity? ♥<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Life often had left me pondering, what it has to offer and what have I to offer it? Do I live up to people's expectations? Or do I live up to my own expectations or dreams? These three months awaiting my posting created a lot of fear, a lot of anxiety and tonnes of questions in my head. With so much of time around and so little to do, I gave my brains a lot to think about. That was exactly when I got my head alllll mixed up! A lot of people around me started stating their wishes of what they wanted me to be and what they wanted me to do *all these occurred because people around me are just to excited I'm stepping into the career world!*. None asked what do I wanted to do. So I pondered...what is LIFE? And I found these three quotations...that would do any of you a great help if you are as equally confused as me! That would save you all from ending up crapping like me! :)</span></b></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkHZbKsJaoanUZaaNImixo9l4r3RD-m7RdW_70x51wZchvVU7TaQZlgTafLpniBTiSL9jtGNOiEuf4Nnpi0IG0R8U8IeXiWg6WtvRaw9Z8nX5Im4p_QKUyIpndRMoezrM4gCPT0qabg8ms/s1600/live_forever-4431.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkHZbKsJaoanUZaaNImixo9l4r3RD-m7RdW_70x51wZchvVU7TaQZlgTafLpniBTiSL9jtGNOiEuf4Nnpi0IG0R8U8IeXiWg6WtvRaw9Z8nX5Im4p_QKUyIpndRMoezrM4gCPT0qabg8ms/s320/live_forever-4431.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></b></i></div>~Lakshme~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686571922684769856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773484001333878834.post-31256932944643733672011-08-13T21:13:00.000-07:002011-08-20T08:30:07.686-07:00♥ The man with a dollar ♥<div style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> I was inspired by an old man to write this piece of blog today. I went with my family to indulge in sumptuous lunch at a well known Indian restaurant. </span></b></div><div style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><b> Our first Deepa Raya 2005</b></span></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Our wonderful memories shall be accompany us during this holy month. Happy fasting mates!</b></span></div>~Lakshme~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686571922684769856noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773484001333878834.post-81851481943156307192010-12-17T06:46:00.000-08:002010-12-17T06:46:52.155-08:00~Happinezz....~<div class="separator" style="background-color: #e06666; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsqeY-uJnre4pBuJtGOxnPWLnEZMWlzDWGoBN-AMCqEbPlLIwTOLTwr8PRpCwHLd_2YlCESIvujwfTkJWFbkDy2qT7QTK8tSJVOoNkxjxjHuqszvShknLIKfm3EfK6wuxUxODc0PlqvTGj/s1600/DSCN0250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsqeY-uJnre4pBuJtGOxnPWLnEZMWlzDWGoBN-AMCqEbPlLIwTOLTwr8PRpCwHLd_2YlCESIvujwfTkJWFbkDy2qT7QTK8tSJVOoNkxjxjHuqszvShknLIKfm3EfK6wuxUxODc0PlqvTGj/s320/DSCN0250.JPG" width="320" /></a></b></span></div><div style="background-color: #e06666; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Life haz been alwayz beautiful wit u galz around.... A special dedication to d girl power!!!</b></span></div><div style="background-color: #e06666; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: #e06666; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>A good combination from the sweetest to the preetiest...</b></span></div><div style="background-color: #e06666; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
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</b></span></div>~Lakshme~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686571922684769856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773484001333878834.post-41507184437874460822010-12-17T06:20:00.000-08:002011-08-20T07:45:53.673-07:00Slow & Steady<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Here i am again... With my pathetic third attempt to start blogging! Well, hopefully, thiz will work out.</span></b></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">This blog will be on my new journey... Where ill b in a new phase in life next year... Beautiful momentz & joyous occasion shall be written in here for memoriez of future...</span></b></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></b></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">p/s: to those wondering wat zephyr meanz, here u go</span></b></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">it meanz slight wind,gentle breeze & air.</span></b></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Why i chose thiz? Itz simply cuz i wan my life to flow freely just like the wind...</span></b></div>~Lakshme~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686571922684769856noreply@blogger.com0