Time does not heal...

... but it forces you to move on. However,

Smells still trigger it,

Dreams still find their way to it,

Thoughts still turn to it....

Because at the end of the day, you just can not fight it.

A single memory could be stronger and clearer than a thousand words. Who would have thought?

blonde jokes

Once, a red-head, a burnete, and a blond all got caught on an Island. One day they found a magic lamp, and a genie poped out and said
"I shal grant you three wishes. Since there are three of you, you will each get one wish." The red-head said
"I am tired of being on this Island and want to be back with my family." and POUFF. she dissapered. After that the blond started to cry. The burnete said
"I am tired of being on this Island also. I want to be with MY family also." POUFF. she dissapered. After this the blond was just bauling and crieing here eyes out. She cried out
"I miss them. I want my friends back."........POUFF.

 

Q: What do you call it when a blonde dyes her hair brunette?

A: Artificial intelligence.

 

Q: How can you tell if a blonde's been using the computer?

A: There's white-out on the screen.

Q: How can you tell if a second blonde has used the same computer?

A: There's writing on the white-out.

 

Q: What's the first thing that a blonde does in the morning?

A: Introduces herself.

 

Q: What do you call 10 blondes at the bottom of a swimming pool?

A: Air pockets.

 

 

Randomness

" Have you ever had a flaw of some sort, a hurt that you carried with you? You cursed it and fretted over it and longed to cast it aside, and yet you secretly caressed it and held it close lest it should slip away. For that weakness defined you; you took strength from it. With it, you knew who you were; without it, who could say what you would be? "

 

*Never argue with a fool. He may be doing the same thing*
-Anon
 

 

On wishes

Tree Hugger by Kimya Dawson:



The flower said, "I wish I was a tree,"
The tree said, "I wish I could be
A different kind of tree,
The cat wished that it was a bee,
The turtle wished that it could fly
Really high into the sky,
Over rooftops and then dive
Deep into the sea.

And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.
And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.

And the flower
Would be its offering
Of love to the desert.
And the desert,
So dry and lonely,
That the creatures all
Appreciate the effort.

And the rattlesnake said,
"I wish I had hands so
I could hug you like a man."
And then the cactus said,
"Don't you understand,
My skin is covered with sharp spikes
That'll stab you like a thousand knives.
A hug would be nice,
But hug my flower with your eyes."

The flower said, "I wish I was a tree,"
The tree said, "I wish I could be
A different kind of tree,
The cat wished that it was a bee,
The turtle wished that it could fly
Really high into the sky,
Over rooftops and then dive
Deep into the sea.

And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.
And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.

And the flower
Would be its offering
Of love to the desert.
And the desert,
So dry and lonely,
That the creatures all
Appreciate the effort.

Memory lane ramblings

Know the saying "Keep the pictures, they wont change; only the people in them will"?

Well, I came across a couple of old photo albums that I forgot even existed. There were some pictures of my grandma, of my cousin, of my uncle... and of course, some old friends and my immediate family. it made me realize just how much life has changed in the past 20-odd years... just how many people we've lost along the way.

It also made me think, when did my parents stop being themselves and just concentrate on being parents? I mean, you see your parents now and you think "this is the way they have always been", but you can't be more wrong. They were individuals with their own thoughts and dreams and then.. well, they got stuck with whining, nagging, screaming, selfish kids...

I sometimes think, I never want kids, but then, one of my biggest fears is that I might be unable to bear children. I mean, having the option is different than having no option, no?

Ok, so I am rambling... but I tend to do that when I freak out... and I am freaked out a little about many things - okay, so I am majorly freaked out-, However, I will not inflict that burden on you today... maybe, perhaps... another day.

Suppose...

Suppose that you had this book... it is an old book... so old that in fact, it looks over-used. You have used it and abused it over the years- as it did you-, and it became a part of your identity, part of what makes you you. Then, one day, you get this brand new book, it is shiny, its cover is appealing to the eye, and it is exciting because, well, who can resist a new book? It takes you on a whole new adventure, challenges you in ways that your old book no longer can....

Now that you have imagined all that, imagine that you only had the option to choose one, which would you choose? The old one you are comfortable with, the one that is responsible for the way you turned out, or the new exciting one??




P.S> this is all hypothetical, no hidden agenda or anything.. just tell me what you think.

Test

I'm just testing this whole mail-to-blog phenomenon. Actually, it is pretty old, but it is the first time I use it.

Will it work, I wonder?