Lady
look around you
look up here
take time to make time
make time to be there
look around
be a part
feel for the winter
but don’t have a cold heart
and i love you best
you’re not like the rest
you’re there when i need
you you’re there when i need
i’m gonna need you
a long time ago i had a lady to love
she made me think of things i never thought of
now she’s gone and i’m on my own
the love song has come into my mind
the love song was there all the time
so lady, let me take a look at you now
you’re there on the dance floor making me want you somehow
oh lady, i think it’s only fair i should say to you
don’t be thinking that i don’t want you
‘cos lady i do
look around
come to me
i have no answers
but know where i wanna be
i look around
play a part i was born in the winter
and cooled by a warm heart
and i love you best
you’re not like the rest
you’re there when i need you
you’re there when i need
i’m gonna need you
so lady, let me take a look at you now
you’re there on the dance floor making me want you somehow
oh lady, i think it’s only fair i should say to you
don’t be thinking that i don’t want you
‘cos lady i do
don’t be thinking that i don’t want you
lady i do
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Watched Desperate Housewives last night. It was the episode wherein Lynette and Tom had their ninth anniversary.
Tom planned to surprise Lynette. His idea was grand and by my standards very romantic. He arranged for a limo service to pick up his wife, the driver to present her a bouquet of roses, and drop her off to a lonely street. Just as she will start to feel scared, he will arrive in time in a horse-drawn carriage which will take them to a fabulous catered dinner. He hoped that at the end of the day he’d have impressed his wife, enough to land him a score when they get home.
Lynette’s plan on the other hand, was simply to have a long luxurious bath and retire to bed early. She warned her husband that she preferred no surprises and would rather have a rest she long deserved.
Their contradicting intentions drove them to a fight, so Tom resigned to cancel the arrangements and play poker with the guys instead. But in the middle of the game the limo driver called him up. Crest fallen he learned that the driver had not gotten the cancellation message and in fact already dropped off his wife a couple hours earlier!
By the time he got there Lynette was already freezing and the day had gone – as Lynette put it – horribly, horribly, horribly, HORRIBLY WRONG!
Instead of an expensive dinner they ended up in a cheap diner ordering coffee. Tom couldn’t stop apologizing and swore no more surprises and just do as his wife asked in the years to follow. He was completely sorry for how the day had turned out. He couldn’t apologize enough for what his wife had been through.
Lynette however wouldn’t have it. Shivering and close to tears, she told her husband that she had time to think and realized how important it was that they keep the romance going. It is better than just going through the years and not bothering to do something special anymore. She asked her husband to surprise her continually and only hopes the next surprise included food and shelter. Terrible the day had become, Tom still got the score he hoped to land by the time they got home.
Well, what about that…nice ending, huh? As for me, I ended up wiping a teardrop - here and there - that escaped my guarded eyes. You didn’t really expect me to cry over a silly romantic story!
I both dig and hate stories like that. Always it makes me pause and ponder on my own experiences. Honestly, the story got me worked up while I lay in bed, beside me my snoring husband. I looked at him and wondered if I had ever inspired him to do something really special for me. But in our ten years in marriage, the only times I got a bouquet of flowers were the times that I demanded for one. Gifts from him do not come as surprises. He usually tells me weeks before the occasion what he is giving me. The man hasn’t really learned about the element of surprise and what wonderful feelings it can evoke from a woman’s heart. Nah, I know it’s really because I am unable to stir from within him the feeling of reverence or state of being inspired.
Oh, let’s face it one cannot get all the best things life has to offer. I’m intelligent and stunningly drop dead gorgeous, it won’t be right that I ended up with the perfect husband. Oh why, you might think that life is not fair! Ha ha ha. Seriously though, I have long learned to be content with the way my husband is towards me. After all, not all men are really capable of being romantic. Not all of us women end up marrying the person who is all starry-eyed head over heels crazy in love like Romeo is with Juliet. Come to think of it, they didn’t even get to enjoy their marriage having tragically cut short their lives. Talk about being too intense…Hmn.
Anyway, such initiatives come in handy –the surprises, not suicide– during special occasions. But hey, in a year there’s 365 days and only a few of those. More days where our partners do things for us which if they could only have their way would rather do something else. Everyday they make sacrifices, probably setting aside some of their personal ambitions, to make relationships and marriages work. You see that’s a workload and calls for continuous effort. Well, that’s what my husband does for me and he hardly complains. Now that’s something I wouldn’t trade for a single day of romantic treat!
What I’m really trying to say is, we may not end up being swept off our feet in a horse drawn carriage to a romantic rendezvous, our partners may not turn out to be the perfect prince cut out from the sweetest fairy tale, and we may never feel as revered as the characters in Shakespeare’s play, but having a partner who would go great lengths to make your every single day easy and happy is equally priceless, if not even more precious. So don’t fret too much over what your spouse doesn’t do, you just might miss out on what he does that really counts and is worth celebrating (wink)! ^__^
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There has been a lot of news going around about cervical cancer. For some of you who have not heard of it, you’ll find this link very educational Cervical Cancer. Or if clicking the underlined word doesn’t work, visit this address => "http://www.cervicalcancer.com.au/about-cervical-cancer".
I’m afraid you will find that this cancer is an illness easily spread. It can be transmitted without you even knowing it, may even be enjoying the moment, so to speak, as it is invading your body. Worse, it could be the very person you love and trust the most who has infected you.
So if you or your partner have had multiple sexual partner in the present or some time in the past, better do some catching up and try to find out who’s who of your past has contracted the disease. If any of your partner’s ex-partner (ladies) have suffered cervical cancer, the higher the chances that you already have it. Protect yourself as early as possible, ladies specially.
This illness is unfair, but I’m afraid that on this, Death has his Scythe (again i’m not sure of the spelling ???) set on women.
Take flight
Today I decided to let my mind fly away
To soar up the clouds
And forget…
What should one do when inspiration has vanished?
Soar even higher
And search…
Keep eyes open and always be hopeful
Listen to some music
And think…
Let the notes takeover and carry your heart
For when your cup’s come empty
Refill…
When my writing’s not making any sense
‘Tis because my mind’s somewhere else
Imagining…
I’m grasping words left and right
Good words, bad words, all over
Can’t choose…
Round and round and round and round
Higher from the ground i fly
Goodbye…
Perfume
We had StarMovies on late last night. Didn’t catch the title of the movie but it was a story about a man who had the gift of extraordinary sense of smell. He could smell every scent of things and people surrounding him. With just the faintest smell he could locate a certain person and even know how far one is from him.
It portrayed the art of creating perfume. It showed how one can capture the spirit (or essence) that creates essential oils needed to create a scent. To make a good perfume you’ll need at least 12 scents. The first 4 will be the heart - first scents released upon application which will last only a few minutes. The other 4, the head (?) which is the other set of scents that will linger. Then the last 4, the base which carries the the entire theme of the perfume, thus leave a lasting impression.
The story revolved around Jean who upon hearing a story from his mentor was driven by his obsession to create the perfect scent. A story was told of a legend about the first time an Egyptian pharaoh’s tomb was opened 13 scents were released. 12 of those were identified. The 13 remained a mystery and was known to be legendary. It was the perfect scent that when it was released, every living person in the world felt love and complete happiness. It was that, that Jean hoped to create.
I’m not much of a storyteller so I’d recommend you watch it as well. If you don’t have the patience to listen to a whole stretch of conversations, then don’t. If you happened to like "Silence of the Lamb" then most probably you’ll endure. It is the kind of movie where you’ll need to listen intently.
It was a very disturbing film that i ended up dreaming about Jean (the
main character). It was a dark film with the main character in his
innocence (or ignorance) and obsession ended up killing women. Very
disturbing but rather interesting.
I finally understand why a good perfume do not come cheap. And those that lasts long, is worth every cent.
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