a waNdereR's Love

mY shoe siZe's 8, waD's yoUrz? =P

Sunday, January 15, 2006

heHe..i'M not here to decLare mY shOE sizE (weLL, i'V partLy doNe taT). But to peN sum tiNgz bout thiS:

iN her sHoeZ... i enJoyed d muVee; d Laffter, d paiNz. sHed a fEw tearz
tOO..

watched d muVee wiF deaR on fRi eveNing. caMeron diaz'S suCh a versatiLe actreSs. go catch d muvee peopLe. dYnamics of a sibLing relatioNshiP, its uPs & doWns, d crisIs & diLemmaz..@d enD of d daY, u'Re stiLL bLood.

waD i loVed mosT 'boUt d moVee is d uSe of poeTry to refLect meaNing & emOtioNz. taa-chiiNg. i criEd tseH. weN maGgie (diaZ's sCreeN persoNa) reaD tO aN Aged professOr a poeM; and weN sHe reciTed a poeM @roSe's (Toni coLLette) weddiNg. aKu nie kaN geMbenG. hehe. =P

simPle poeM; wiF suCh depThs, such boNdz & weaLth oF emoTioNz..

i carry your heart with me
by e. e. cummings

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

tsK..tsk..sniFfz..sniFfz..aWwww.....perfeCt anniversaRy giFt. *griNzz*

her eYez r so prettY..n her smiLe can liGht uP aNy faCe lookiNg @her.. =)

her's d othEr excerPt oF a poeM; d oNe shE reaD tO d Aged professOr:

One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

— Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

— Elizabeth Bishop

d lOSs of d bonDz..of reLationshiPz. hOw easiLy we caN lose deM. loSs oF d tangiBles leaD to loss of d intangibLes. =( geeZ..noW i miss poetRy. laSt poetry booK i toucHed was waaaY bacK in JC - ElizaBeth JenninGs's coLLectioN.

~ eveN permanencE is temPoraRy. bUt it wuN hurT if wE reLived moMentz to keeP oUr loVe aliVe wouLd it?
we wanT it. for keePz. we Do. wE reaLi dO. ~

-thOughTz sPoKen @ 6:53 PM :)