Watching God

Watching God

Its pouring outside. I peer outside the window, and see God showering the earth. Its so wonderful to sit and watch God work. He creates an atmosphere that is serene, an arousing mood to dance...

The rain pouring down, the slight chill from the cold, the living room of an apartment all lit with candles making the mood romantic.

Put on a little latin music, and feel it. Feel it. Then put on your dancing shoes, and get yur partner to sway with you. Sway, and twirl, and salsa! Feel him. Feel him on the dance floor. Salsa has got to be the worlds sexiest dance, cause you have to feel the passion to dance it well.

In a mood so perfect like this, all I want to do, is dance. Dance all through the day, and just forget everything else, but my partner who feels the music I am feeling at the moment.

God really knows how to make a girl happy. He just made music, and everything falls in place when we feel it.

Some of my favourite latin, salsa tracks to dance to are:

Paulina Rubio
- Baila Casanova

Santana feat. Mana
- Corazon Espinado

Enrique Iglesias
- Bailamos

Santana
- Maria Maria

Marc Anthony
- Dimelo

Shakira
- Objection

Oh the rain is subsiding, the mood is fading.... I'll just go back and peer outside the window and watch God.

Purple Sneakers

Purple Sneakers

The dearly loved pair of purple sneakers with purple sequences on them from NOSE is gone.

They are all sold out.

Why would anybody else want those purple sneakers but me?

I have wanted that pair for months now. Oh why, oh why did I wait so long to get them. Now its gone. I love that pair. I want that pair. Now its no more.

All my fault.

Snif

Agony hits my day...

Rotten Kiwi

Rotten Kiwi

I ate a rotten Kiwi fruit today! I have never come across a rotten kiwi fruit before. Have you? (and dont give the fact that all fruits rot)

The kiwi fruit looks pretty much the same as the rotten one would look like only when cut, it is of a darker green inside. It looks very elegant. Not fungus green, but a leafy green. Very warm, and lovely. Wonder why it looks prettier when its rotten. Another one of Gods mysterious creations.

Kiwi fruit has a sourish taste with a dash of jelly like sweetness. However when it is rotten, it maintains its jelly like sweetness with a strong bitter-sour taste. What a weird taste to have in the morning. It sure woke me up!

Neways, Im off dinner. Just felt like telling you about my weird kiwi fruit incident which happened this morning, and tog ive you some absolutely useless facts about rotten kiwi fruits.

toodles!

Roses are red

Roses are red



My favourite flower as most of you would have suspected is indeed the rose. Maybe that is the explanation to why I was named Rose. Haha...nope, I was named Rose after my grandmother. (I still think there is a double explanation to why I was named Rose)

I could just walk into a florist and buy a single rose, or even buy a stock of roses from the market. Roses are just everything to me. It cheers me up as well as ice cream does. A rose a day, keeps Rose on her feet...

I was browsing the web, and I came across a website called rose gathering. It is one of the most informative sites on roses that I have ever come across. Bloggers, if you are interested in knowing where roses came from, what their colours mean, what each scent and petal mean, check out this website under symbolism of roses.

http://www.rosegathering.com/symbols.html

Any of you, have better "about roses" sites, do let me know, it be fun to share it with the rest.

I love, yet I hate...

I love, yet I hate...

I love theatre
I love the things around me that make me feel who I really am
I hate not being able to express myself

I love company
I hate loneliness
I hate having to figure out whom to have lunch with
I love people
I hate people telling me what to do

I hate window shopping because it makes me feel so sad when I see something I like and cant afford it as my taste is pretty expensive
I hate seeing things that tempt me

I love the smell of freshly cut grass,
The smell of the ocean
I love the scent of my sweetheart
I hate the smell of perfumes that give me migraines

I love being right
I hate knowing that Im wrong

I hate men in control
I love men who are sexually in control

I love to speak
I hate being shut up

I love long bubble baths
I hate being rushed out of a shower

I love watching people do things, and day dream while they are at it

I hate people day dreaming, while watching me do something

I love ice cream
I hate nutty ice creams

I love leading
I hate being the only one with ideas

I love playing the classical guitar
I hate people who show off when they play the guitar

I love to watch dreams come true
I hate hearing people say it cant be done

I love making my breakfast look good
I hate all the other meals of the day

I love writing note down
I hate re-writing them

I love speed
I hate it when people tell me to slow down

I love Pisang Goreng (fried banana)
I hate bananas

I love blogging
I hate running out of things to say

ta!

Kiss me

Kiss Me

I find the lyrics to this song so romantic. I know its a very old song, but just imagine standing with the person you love most, under moonlight...

KISS ME

Kiss Me out of the bearded barley,
nightly, beside the green grass.
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step,
you wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight,
lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand,
strike up the band and make the fire flies dance,
silver moons sparkling, so kiss me.

Kiss me down by the broken tree house,
swing me upon its hanging tire.
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat,
we'll take the trail marked on your father's map.

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight,
lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand,
strike up the band and make the fire flies dance,
silver moons sparkling, so kiss me.

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight,
lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand,
strike up the band and make the fire flies dance,
silver moons sparkling, so kiss me.
So kiss meSo kiss me

- Six Pence None The Richer-

Buried Sadness

Buried Sadness

I see sadness deep in your eyes,
sadness haunting, haunting....

but the smell of the ocean,
the warmth in the wind,
the life in your smile,
makes me miss you so much more...

Yet, the sadness still in your eyes
sadness sitting, sitting...

to kiss you on a sandy beach
to hold you in my arms,
and know that your mine
makes me miss you so much more...

The sadness prolongs its stay,
so cold, so cold...

I wish I knew what I could do
to take that sadness from your eyes
and bury it far, far away...

But, I will sit, and ponder, ponder
waiting for you to return
as the night prolongs its stay....