Tuesday, February 07, 2006
On this Valentine's day to beWhat is love?
What is love but a leap of faith,
A bridge of trust.
What is love but todays grace,
Tomorrows hope.
What is love but a point well taken,
A view partially seen.
What is love but eyes that follow,
Words that touch.
What is love but joy in giving,
Happiness in knowing.
What is love?
It is but laughter,
At the end of tears.
"The most complete and perhaps earliest description of the Valentine's Day tradition would occur in Chaucer's Parlement of Foules, composed around 1380, which takes place “on Seynt Valentynes day,/Whan every foul cometh there to chese [choose] his make [mate].”
Valentine, beau, beloved, dear one, dearest, flame, honeybunch, inamorata, inamorato, Juliet, loved one, paramour, passion, Romeo, spark, squire, suitor, swain, sweet, sweetheart, truelove, turtledove, armpiece, escort, infatuate, petitioner, significant other, solicitor, squeeze, steady, suitor, suppliant, ace, admirer, Casanova, chick, Don Juan, heartthrob, Lothario, numero uno, patootie, pet, Valentine.
Love is not sacred, it is meant to be shared. It is not meant for only one, it is meant for all. Not only do the endeared deserve it, my friends and fellow acquiantances deserve just as much. Love is not only expressed on Valentines day. It should be the what torches our everyday life.
I love:
you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you.
And you,
Jamie(:
Posted by Jamie at Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Bliss, it is but an illusion of the polyester armour we shrug on daily.
An invisible thread that wraps, sneakily around our fingers
felt but not seen.
imagined but unspoken.
Glamour, it is but a kind way to find answers.
For it is not so much worn, but a state of mind
whereby beauty is subjective
and common beauty
is nothing but decietful charm.
Memory, it is but the written blanks a lonely soul holds.
A chip, a selective tongue would rather lick
cautiously, tracing every drip
than fall in an intoxicating drop of poison.
This life, is a film playing.
This life, it is a blank book waiting to be written on.
This story, it awaits its finale.
This story, it will testify to life.
And unless we acknowledge the fact that we live within the elements of story,
setting
conflict
climax
and resolution,
we will never understand,
and we will never fathom,
that this is a broken world.
And we are a broken people.
Oh, and by the way.
happy birthday dad. Hope you liked your present tho you might not ever even read this.
Dad at the cityhall mrt. naughtynaughty.
I can't believe the weekend's gone so fast. On friday, i felt really ready for the weekend. Point is. I was in desperate need of this two day suspension. And well, i guess i did have fun this weekend. LDP on friday was at SMU again.. Had a seminar with Professor Kong.
It was insightful, her seminar. But i never really will agree that leadership is quite so simple as to be put down on powerpoint slides. I think some things just can never be broken down into theories, and there are things which will never follow a pattern, a trend, and much less a theory. Nevertheless, Professor Kong was good. Alot of Knowing Thyself going on there.
After dinner with my team, Nicholas and I made our way (with much trouble) to plaza singapura in search for my dad's present, before meeting my parents and watching a movie together. We had alotta fun, talking and laughing and all, but one thing Nicholas told me which really struck me hard in my face was this thing about bearings. According to him, in topography, every single step you take from your beginning is vital in factoring where you end up. It only takes one degree to stray you off your course. And if you'd just make your way thinking one degree wouldn't make a difference, more often than rather, you'd end up miles from your ideal destination. And its just like our spiritual walk with God. It only takes one degree to blow you off course. It only takes one slip to hurtle you down that dark plummeting valley. And it is only a matter of sooner or later, that you realise you're nowhere near salvation. Thanks Nicholas(: that really made sense.
Well, all things come to an end. All good things seem to come easily to an end. And so there goes my weekend...and the vicious cycle continues.
In every victory, let it be said of me, my strength, my hope, is Christ alone.
Jamie.