
Sukie Yen
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Romantic
ROMANTIC
If I could save time in a bottle
the first thing that I'd like to do
is to save every day 'til eternity passes away
just to spend them with you
if I could make days last forever
if words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
again I would spend them with you
if I had a box just for wishesand dreams that had never come true
the box would be empty except for the
memories of how they were answered by you
but there never seemsto be enough time to do the
things you want once you find them
I've looked around enough to know that
you're the one I want to go through time with
I hid you for a long time
I hid you for a long time
the way a branch hides its
slowly ripening fruit among leaves,
and like a flower crystal of iceon a winter window
you open in my mind.In my heart I keep
the sparkle of your eyesthe tender warmth of your smile
the small tilt of your head
the delicate curves of your soft body
and I dream
dream of holding you closecaring for you, protecting you
and loving you always.
When I think of love ...
When I think of love ...
I think of roses and red hearts ...
quiet walks ...and very soft, tranquil music ...
I envision an eagle taking flight on a crisp fall morn ...
the first snowflake in the winter ...
and the sound of the first robin in the spring ...
I envision a glorious sunrise ...
a spectacular rainbow ...
and stars brightly shining on a summer night ...
But most of all, I envision you ...
your eyes radiating warmth, joy and vibrance ...
and the tender feelings in my heart
from your friendly smile.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
You Are Here
My mother always told me,
“Just be yourself, and you’ll be fine.”
But who is that self? And how do you find out?
Questions, questions.
Questions, questions.
When you’re searching for truth,
what you often find first are questions to be explored if not answered definitively. Your answers may change and grow from time to time.
“The unexamined life is not worth living,” said Socrates.
“The unexamined life is not worth living,” said Socrates.
And behind that statement?
Well, that assumes you have a life to begin with.
Well, that assumes you have a life to begin with.
That means you have to live life first in order to examine it.
If it is true that the unexamined life is not worth living,
then it follows that the unlived life is also not worth examining.
Aspiring writers and actors are often told, “First, you have to live.”
Aspiring writers and actors are often told, “First, you have to live.”
You have to have something to write about and experiences to draw upon.
Thoughtful and juicy questions may be one of the best ways to explore and examine your life to allow you to fully live and appreciate the life you have here and now, rather than wishing for some other place or some other life.
Thoughtful and juicy questions may be one of the best ways to explore and examine your life to allow you to fully live and appreciate the life you have here and now, rather than wishing for some other place or some other life.
This is what you have. Now is what you have. Here is what you have.
Work with what you have.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Imagination
IMAGINATION
Imagination. - Whilst common-sense looks at things or visible nature as real and final facts, poetry, or the imagination which dictates it, is a second sight, looking through these, and using them as types or words for thoughts which they signify. Or is this belief a metaphysical whim of modern times, and quite too refined ? On the contrary, it is as old as the human mind. Our best definition of poetry is one of the oldest sentences, and claims to come down to us from the Chaldean Zoroaster, who wrote it thus : "Poets are standing transporters, whose employment consists in speaking to the Father and to matter ; in producing apparent imitations of unapparent natures, and inscribing things unapparent in the apparent fabrication of the world " ; in other words, the world exists for thought : it is to make appear things which hide : mountains, crystals, plants, animals, are seen ; that which makes them is not seen : these, then, are " apparent copies of unapparent natures." Bacon expressed the same sense in his definition, " Poetry accommodates the shows of things to the desires of the mind"; and Swedenborg, when he said, " There is nothing existing in human thought, even though relating to the most mysterious tenet of faith, but has combined with it a natural and sensuous image." And again : " Names, countries, nations, and the like are not at all known to those who are in heaven ; they have no idea of such things, but of the realities signified thereby." A symbol always stimulates the intellect ; therefore is poetry ever the best reading. The very design of imagination is to domesticate us in another, in a celestial, nature.
Thailand Trip during CNY 2009
When I Wake Up
Every day I wake up
I hope I'm dreamin
I cant believe this shit
Can't believe you aint here
Sometimes it's just hard for a nigga to wake up
It's hard to just keep goin
It's like I feel empty inside without you bein here
I would do anything man, to bring you back
I'd give all this shit, shit the whole knot
I saw your son today
He look just like you
You was the greatest
You'll always be the greatest
I miss you big
Cant wait til that day, when I see your face again
I cant wait til that day, when I see your face again
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