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Tuesday, November 30, 2010

A love like no other

pink rose

If there is a touch of truth about true love it is this....its never meant to be.

True love is that someone who has touched your life in a way no one else can - none before that neither after it. It is to see the world for the first time in entirely different perspective. The world suddenly looks red and rosy pink instead of black and white or the gray matter in between. It is knowing that something has changed at the precise moment your gaze has locked and your hands has touched. An inexplicable force that draws you together and send a volt of current that runs deep to your very core.

It is two souls intertwined eternally as one yet denied a lifetime of fulfillment. A meeting of two hearts binded by love and tested by time yet failed to consummate. A love that was, and is, and will always be. It is as much part of our life as a love that succeed, for a great love is measured by its fullness.

True love is meant to be cherished only in memories.....timeless, unchanged, virtuous. It is simply pure in its honesty, passionate in its reason and just in its vast understanding. It is forever imprinted in one's consciousness and painted in colours much brighter than a rainbow. It is benevolent in frailty of spirit and magnanimously gracious against human fault.

It is a story to tell your grand children with a knowing look, a hint of smile in the corner of your lips or a couple of tears flowing down your cheeks.

But then again, it is just me. Let's agree to disagree on this one, shall we?

Friday, November 26, 2010

What's in a name?

This was lifted from my blog, Poetic Murmurings, before i changed it to a photoblog. It's a long read, if i bore you to death i do apologize.

I always wonder what it is in a name? Do we have name simply to identify us from the next person? Does a name say something about us, our personality, our character? I have no answer to these questions but, i can tell you what's in my name...

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
by any other name would smell as sweet."

----Shakespear's "Romeo and Juliet" , II,ii, 1-2

Rowena, it is of old German origin meaning fame and happiness. It is also an old English name meaning slender and fair. I read it somewhere it also means gray hair. I do not know about fame but i am happy. Yes, I am slender but more of brown-ish than fair in complexion. Definitely, the gray hairs are becoming evident to show off wisdom (ha!ha!ha!) than my advancing age...i love to think.

Most of the research i did can be summarized what my name says about me.

You are energetic and courageous. You stand up for your beliefs and for what you desire. You are independent, strong willed and fiercely competitive when needed although your ambition is tempered with patience. You maintain a positive attitude and with a more organized or practical approach to life material success is very likely. Your immensely loving and generous nature brings joy into peoples lives and ensures your happiness.

You are very charming... dangerously so. You have the potential to break a lot of hearts. You know what you want, how to get it, and that you will get it. You have the power to rule the world. Let's hope you're a benevolent dictator!

You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people. You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts. You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals. You are usually the best at everything ... You strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.

Are these discription true, one might ask. In all honesty i don't know. If you know me, please tell me so. If you don't, then i'm afraid you have to know me at your own risk........

How about you? Do you know what's in your name?

Wednesday, November 24, 2010


to leave or not to leave...

the dilemma of someone like me
who lives in a place where beauty requires no voyage

but simply roving one's eyes

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Pont du Gard

Pont du Gard - is a Unesco World heritage Site, one of the well preserved three - tiered Roman aqueduct, built around 19 BC to bring water to a near by cities like Nimes. We walked for about 400m from the car park and pay later when we went out, cost 14 Euro but there's no need to pay extra for the entrance. There are souvenir shops, restaurants at the main entrance before we reached the Pont du Gard. Thousands of tourists from all over the world like us are fascinated by this amazing ancient architecture. Olive trees are planted around the bridge and all over the place, on hot summer time people enjoy swimming at the river Gard.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Monday, November 15, 2010

Budapest, Hungary

the Fisherman's Bastion

at the back of the Parliament

the Chain Bridge over the River Danube

the Matthias Fountain in Buda Castle

at the front of the Parliament

a view of the city from The Fisherman's Bastion

the Chain Bridge at night

michael's shot of the Chain Bridge at The Heroe's square

Budapest - Frau Matilda our tour guide said and explained to us in a funny but interesting way about the history of the Hungarian people. In the 9th Century 7 tribes of people from the center of Asia out of any reason, (who knows?) immigrated and found this hardly inhabitat place. Some Slavek people had been living there. They came to this place which was called " Pest" means fireplace in Slavik and the word "Buda" means the same in their language. Their leader of the 7 tribes , Atilla, decided to settle there. For centuries they kept their identity, their language until today. In the 19th century, they became proud to have their own State. Being surrounded by powerful Slavik and German Empires, they became part of the Austrian Empire that time. Middle of the 19th century, they became more powerful and decided to be on their own State. In that time Architecht and Artists and organizers and Politicians decided to build their own Hungarian Capital, Budapest. So what we can see today it's not very old, only about 150 years old. In 896 these seven tribes arrived in what is now Hungary. Whatever we see the cathedral, the Parlament, Basilica are all build 96 meters high, for their thousands anniversary in 1896.

Budapest one of the most beautiful cities in Europe. The capital city of Hungary, Budapest is the country's center principal of political, historical, culture, transportation and more. The bridges over the River Danube is a wonderful scenery in the city day and night. We also visited the Parlament a fascinating architecture, the Fisherman's Bastion and the St. Stephen's Basilica.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Monday Happiness

Having Monday blues? Let's cheer up and start the week right!

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Througn child's eyes

There was a big hullabaloo months ago about one of the presenters on a kids show. Many parents has written a complaint to the management of the show regarding the said presenter on a ground that she is scaring the kids. How? Well, you see she is a lady with one arm amputated ( or born that way) below the elbow. I didn't read about it on the paper until after a week when all the commotion is at its peak.

I , personally, find it vile that because a person is with disability- which by the way does not affect nor hinder her doing a job like any two armed person can - is treated maliciously. So, as a litmus test i asked my then 6 years old daughter who regularly watched the said show point blank if she finds the lady scary - without going into details. She said ... "No, mum. Actually, she is very lovely and funny". I rest my case. Good news is, common sense prevail. She's still on the telly and bringing smile on my kid's face.

Children will mirror the behavior they see around them and unknowingly act on it. An apple will never fall that far from its tree , as the old adage goes. They look up to us, copy us and hopefully grow to be a better person that us. There is no such thing as bad, bigot or a racist child. Those are behavior we acquired as we grow - a result of constant contact with people around us who has those inclinations. It requires a whole village to raise a child and i strongly believed that to be true. A child sees the world around him differently than we, adults, do. I remembered an incident quite recently that i felt embarrassed about. My little one and i were watching a comedy on the telly when she asked - referring to the two guys on the lead - " Mum, who do you think is funnier?" I replied, " The black one". ( Pardon the used of words , I do apologize in advance if some of you finds it offensive). " Yeah, but who, they both have black hair". Needless to say, one of them is African American. The point is, she sees beyond barriers of cultural differences. Sometimes, in life, we do learn from our children. I do learn from mine, everyday.

Know what? It actually made me realized how beautiful this world will be if only we see it through child's eyes and live it with childlike innocence.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

of vows and rainbows

"the other day, the hubby and i were having one of those petty quarrels

after an exchange of childish looks we both headed for the car

and for the first time in many months he agreed to take me for a joy ride

it seemed mother nature was on his side when this multihued arch
came into view...

he gladly drove to its end which sent me jumping with glee out of the car with my digi-cam"

now it is easy to guess how our day ended...

you bet i saw a rainbow in my sleep

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Just another day at home


One can never tell the kind of parents we are until we see our child growing and showing her own personality and character as a reflection of how we brought them up. Sure, half of what one becomes is greatly influenced by external factors, but it is always good to have a head start at home.
It was a week ago when my 7 year-old daughter’s friend commented about her shoes - or the lack of it - upon her visit to the house " i have more shoes than you.” I waited for my daughter’s response but none came and she just get on with what she was doing then. Months before that she asked me if she can have a cellphone of her own because her friend at school has one - to which the hubby and i said no. We explained to her if she needs to speak to her friends she can use the landline phone. We never heard her say anything about it again.
We are glad that she isn’t concern about how many pairs of shoes she has so long as she has a pair to wear in school, when she attends a party and when we go for a walk. She is not familiar with the idea of signature items either. In all honesty, we even buy some clothes from charity shops and we donate our used ones back to them as well. She’s happy so long she has something new to wear. Her idea of new is something she hasn’t had before. Sure, we gave in to her whims of Hello kitty items, Barbie and the Hanna Montana accessories and dresses, and yes make-up - hey! we all were kids once. I am not going to deprived her of having those stuff which will be the pillar of her joyful childhood memories later in life. I want to instill in her that she doesn’t have to have more than what she needs. And boy are we glad that she isn’t asking for much.
I do not want to put too much emphasis on material stuff at her age. She can have those when she can afford to buy it for herself someday. I want her to know the difference between wants and needs, on what is important and what is just a passing fancy. I know she’s way to young to comprehend some things in life but she’s learning. She listens when i tell her she cannot have another teddy as she has way too many already. I learned to choose a good battle with her - i would like to believe so - as she is pretty darn convincing when she wants to . Well, just this morning she asked me to put on her socks…i said, ” there are thing you have to do by yourself” , to which she replied, “Ok mum, I’ll put on one if you will put on the other, i promise to make you proud of me” . How on earth can i refused such a deal, its no brainer. The child knows how to barter and barter well…or is she taking the mickey out of me?

Thursday, November 4, 2010

I saw an angel cry

This was inspired by an anesthetist, a Zimbabwean, who after coming back from his native land has told us the realities of war that savaged his beloved land. Only a blind person cannot see his pain, only those who are deaf will not hear the anguish in his voice.

i saw an angel cry
amidst a land savage by war
dreams are lost and hopes gone
darkness prevail, light never come

where fields were erst a golden feast
now turn to place where battle rage
what was once green now blood spills
the cries of innocents gnaws in pain

at one time was called a brother
today fiercely hunted by the other
existence now weighs upon the shoulder
on a senseless killing of one another

once the children roams the earth
they fill the air with robust zest
not today, it pains to even say
most of them lies in eternal rest

then, the nights were filled with lullabies
and morning brings a joyful time
now, all you see are ghostly towns
gnashing teeth and tortured cries

the golden sun has lost its rays
the majestic moon cries out in vain
when is this madness gonna end
until then...i'll weep with him

by eng

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

puppy love

"it may fade, but will always be remembered"
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