thats my mom!

She's the best mom ever! I LOVE HER Soooo Much!!!

my smiles! my inspirations!

Bassha and Bugssy I LOVE YOU BOTH!!!

Spaces ( Childhood Love )

Alone in this empty space

Time passes so slowly

Waking and sleeping seem the same

Feeling nothing and everything all at once

Numbness fills the empty spaces

Where only memories tread

Snapshots frozen in time

Just like my memories of you

See you smile in my dreams

Seems so real, like you're still here

Only to wake up and remember

That life had other plans for you

In spite of that

You'll always be a part of me

For now and forever..

Its The Memories

Sometimes I wonder...
...exactly why people think that love lasts forever. That no matter what,
they will always have feelings for that one person.
Its the memories.
Sometimes I question..
...exactly what makes people think things might still work if they try one
more time [[for the third of fourth time]]
Its the memories.
Sometimes I wish..
...we could have made it. But theres no true reason behind it....except..
Its the memories
There is probably one person on your mind right now....
Its the memories
I guess all I am saying to everyone...is sometimes you have to let go.
There's never a right time to say goodbye. Sometimes it just has to
happen ♥ I challenge you to let go of that one person that keeps you
from moving on and letting go of yourself.

"HUMPYANG" @ Port Cafe

DONARKJAN

A friend is someone we turn to when our spirits need a lift. A friend is someone who fills our lives with beauty, joy, and grace and makes the world we live in a better and happier place. :-)......I love all my friends!!!

But!! uhhhmm.. Let me share this,

I have two friends that I love so much( DONNA and ARKAYE), I am extremely close to both of them, as I have not seen them for 6 years after our high school graduation,they are filled with wisdom, insight, laughter and fun.When im with them i feel i am at eased and relax ..Thank god i met them..STAY HAPPY :-)

Sitting here.

all alone.How many places can i go?I can travel for so long,not knowing where i am going next.My head is spinning,too many thoughts,There is not enough space,My mind is full,yet keeps packing in more.How do you empty a full mind?A good cry?Nope.A good scream?Nope.Self attack?nope.I have done all these but yet my head is still spinning.I think it will explode.So many thoughts,not enough space.Sitting here all alone,Afraid,Afraid of my own self.How can that be?Araid of my own thoughts,Afraid of my own feelings.Afraid of going insane because of these.Sitting here all alone.Even when there are many around.I am sitting here alone.Just my thoughts to keep me company.I want my thoughts to leave,Start a fresh with a new mind,Start all over,A blank room,how?

One of my favorite song ( i will )

Who knows how long I've loved you You

know I love you still

Will I wait a lonely life time

If you want me to I will

And if I ever saw you

I didn't catch your name

But it never really mattered

I will always feel the same

Love you forever and forever

Love you with all my heart

Love you whenever we're together

Love you when we're apart

And when at last I find you

Your song will fill the air

Sing it loud so I can hear you

Make it easy to be near you

For the things you do endear you to me

And you know I will I will Ooo, la la la...

Experience, Communicate,Discover...LOVE

"The power of love is amazing and never-ending. It can motivate, energize, inspire, and strengthen. Love can do in a person what nothing else can do. Love has the power to revive and change lives, restore relationships, and bring healing. All else may fail, but love never fails."

Friendship

Our friendship is round, Just like a ring.Where it will end or begin.Nobody knows how it will go, Or if it will last forever so, Use it wisely and have fun, Keep it with you just like the sun.Treasure it always, put it in your heart, And take it out some day that is cold, dreary and dark. Look after your friendship, You may only get one chance.Your first and your last, No time to enhance. Save it for one dayWhen we're old and grey, And let us hope that on that day, We will think of our friendship and say, She was a friend, so was he, But hopefully no one would have been a greater friend than thee.Although a guy might have your ring, Our friendship has still been a marvellous thing.

Addicted to Colors

i just LOVE this game!hehehe..hello to Donna and Arkaye!peaceout yo!
!!!!!!!!!!!!! POSITIVE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Beach Chairs

Sitting on the beach chairs

watching the setting sun

holding hands and reminiscing

how it all begun

Sitting on the beach chairs

watching the ships out on the sea

holding hands and smiling

together we're meant to be

Sitting on the beach chairs

watching people walking past

holding hands and knowing

that our love will always last

Sitting on the beach chairs

watching the waves along the shore

holding hands we realize

our love is stronger than before

Sitting on the beach chairs

watching the changing tide

holding hands with happiness

to be by each others side

Sitting on the beach chairs

watching the sunrise

holding hands with tears of joy

there are no more good-byes ..

My Dream House

Many people have their own imaginary house inside their minds. Imaginary homes contain some aspects that people have always wanted. Also, idealistic things can be included in the house. It could be a tall and big building in the middle of the city. Or, it could be a small house in the quiet countryside with no modern things included. What is your imaginary house? I will describe my own imaginary house, including external appearance, location, and interior aspects
The location of my house would be near the silent beach. It is a very quiet place that allows me to enjoy nature’s beauty, and relax without a stressful and limited lifestyle. Furthermore, it is a perfect location to allow me to see the sunrise and sunset. The main reason that I made the location near the beach is that I love nature. Since I’ve been living inside a city, I’ve had only a few chances to go to the mountains, rivers, and beaches. That is why I want to Commune with nature more. Thus, I want to build my house near the beach and the mountains.
The interior is the most important of all. That’s why my house’s interior includes lots of things. First, I would make a multimedia room. The room includes a wide screen LCD TV, a projector, a fast-running computer, and a good audio system with lots of high quality speakers. With those components, I could enjoy lots of music videos, movies, TV programs, and lots of games with high technical quality. As I’m fond of both listening to and playing music, I would make myself a music room, including a piano, a stage for my personal orchestra and musical band, and lots of music CDs and records. I could sit back and enjoy the leisure moment of music. I would also include a gym and a swimming pool in the yard, in order to get regular exercise. Furthermore, I would raise a dog, because I never had chance to raise one in the house. I would get a personal butler too. Most importantly, all the things will be powered by solar energy. It is economical nonpolluting, and is less expensive.
In conclusion, the main reason that I want to build this kind of house is because I want my house to have both nature’s qualities, and modern aspects. Like my imaginary house, including both nature and modern technology, I think that the freshness of nature and modern technology can blend together very well, and will have no risk of tilting to one side or the other too much. Thus, by blending one character into another, I think that it could make a better and more convenient life.

It Was Like, You Know

Today, I bring to you my thoughts on how and whether to use metaphor and simile. That got you running for the advil, didn’t it?
The reason this is today’s topic is because I read recently on the website of a literary agent something about how you shouldn’t use more than two similes/metaphors in an entire work of fiction. Now THAT made me sit up straighter. For one thing, I can never remember the difference between the two. In my defense, I’d just like to point out that it doesn’t really matter if you know the name of the thing you’re doing with words as long as you do it well. For another thing, I don’t use very many similes/metaphors because I can never think of any. When I do think of one, I read it over and over and feel enormous satisfaction at my achievement. In fact, just recently, I began a short story with a simile. I mean, a metaphor. No, a simile.
Here it is, for your amusement and edification. And don’t worry, after we skim over the fiction of me, Lily Hamrick (I’ve decided to start sprinkling my name throughout my blog because someday people are going to maybe, maybe buy one of my books and they are going to need to know my name). But I digress. After me, comes Homer, so keep reading because it gets better. And more ancient and classical.
Here’s me, from a story called The Centerfold Club:
What surprised Emily the most, even more than discovering that she didn’t in the least mind seeing Mark, her husband of twenty years, with his arms around the girl, was how bumpy the girl’s skin felt. Specifically, the skin on her legs, which is where she told Emily to put her hands, after she finished grinding herself into Mark’s lap, and turning around and around, in one suggestive pose after another, like a rotisserie chicken, all heated, bronzed, exposed skin, rotating around them both, for as long as the green light stayed on.
That, dear readers is a simile, I’m pretty sure, because it uses the word “like.” I am also confident that, in the entire history of western literature nobody — and I do mean nobody — has thought to compare an exotic dancer to a rotisserie chicken. Now THAT was a good day’s work.
On to Homer. Homer loved, loved, loved similes. (Take that, literary agent.) They have a life of their own, really, in the Iliad — sometimes, you forget the Argives or the Achaeans or the Trojans (who had other names too, and please don’t get me started on why it is that he couldn’t just stick to “Trojans” and “Greeks”) were even in a big battle because all of sudden they’re bees, or leaves, or cows or something. Here’s a good one:
From the campThe troops were turning out now, thick as beesthat issue from some crevice in a rock face,endlessly pouring forth, to make a clusterand swarm on blooms of summer here and there,glinting and droning, busy in bright air.Like bees innumerable from ships and hutsdown the deep foreshore streamed those regimentstoward the assembly ground-
Simile! So famous, in fact, that others (Virgil I think) borrowed it and used it again.
There are a million of these things in the Iliad. In fact, there’s an entire web site devoted to them. So, my response to the only-two-similes-per-novel is: bah. I love them (if I could only think of them), Homer, obviously, never met a simile he didn’t like, and Shakespeare clearly knew his way around a metaphor (all the world’s a stage, baby).
Why did they use them? Because simile and metaphor deepen our understanding of what a writer is trying to say, I think. My own modest simile is intended to draw the reader’s attention to the fact that an exotic dancer, the ultimate “chick(en)” is a commodity, an object on display, and something sort of delicious, although not really, because, if uncooked, there’s all that bumpy flesh and, when cooked and displayed, maybe a little too perfect looking. Okay, okay. I totally made that up. The truth is that my own modest simile is in that story because it cracked me up and I happen to like the word “chicken.” (One of William’s favorite jokes is “Why did the baby cross the road? Because he was stapled to the chicken.” This joke is a family favorite because it (a) involves the word chicken and (b) the word staple.)
Really, I think writers use simile and metaphor because thinking up a good simile/metaphor is just plain fun. Wit, as I recall, has to do with combining dissimilar things, in a way that gives the reader (and the writer) pleasure. (That’s probably why I love Donne so much — that flea love thing really gets me, although I know it’s not everyone’s cup o’tea.) So, if you can think of a good metaphor or simile, I say: have at it.
And now I’m off, like a … bad simile!
I’d also like to add that I wrote this post lightening fast (metaphor!), did not check my spelling of things like Argives and Achaean (is it possible that word has THAT many vowels in it?) and apologize in advance if that literary agent — whose name and site I cannot now recall — said three was okay, rather than two. And, finally, I think I might be incapable of short & sweet blog posts because it actually takes more time to write something witty and short — like a simile or metaphor — than it does to write a loooooong post yammering on about simile and metaphor.