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Puas aku cuba menyelami makna sebenar 'CINTA'. Bukan kerana aku tidak pasti akan maksudnya, tapi ada kalanya, ia memang membingungkan.
Bila kala CINTA datang dan mengaburi segala prasangka, ia juga pergi meninggalkan seribu tanda tanya.... dan hati yang luka tak terkata...
Adakah ini semua kerana 'CINTA'? Ataupun kita, insan di dunia yang menyebabkan segalanya kerana nafsu, ketamakkan, ketidak setiaan, ketidakpuasan... Semuanya menghancurkan kesucian erti 'CINTA'.
For my sis - Heidea. She’s been tipped as the next Whitney Houston, or to quote one music executive “listening to her sing is like hearing the love child of Whitney Houston and Mariah Carey”...
When Leona Lewis won the X Factor last year we all waited with baited breath to see just what the Londoner could produce. Now 12 months later and suffering from a severe lack of oxygen to the brain we’re finally going to hear Leona in all her glory when she releases her second single ‘Bleeding Love’ on the 29th October.
It must be some song! It took her a full year to get it right. Leona will be the first guest act on the X Factor this Saturday where she’ll sing live to almost 10 million viewers in a bid to promote the song everyone has been waiting to hear. The moment of truth if you like, where the stage that made her could just as easily break her. No pressure whatsoever!
We voted for her in our millions, sacrificed many a Saturday night to clap like crazed lunatics as she sang for survival and waited something like 294 days, 10 hours, 29 minutes and 34 seconds so far. If you’ll pardon the pun, it better be bleedin’ good love!
BLEEDING LOVE
Closed off from love I didn’t need the pain Once or twice was enough And it was all in vain Time starts to pass Before you know it you’re frozen
But something happened For the very first time with you My heart melts into the ground Found something true And everyone’s looking round Thinking I’m going crazy
But I don’t care what they say I’m in love with you They try to pull me away But they don’t know the truth My heart’s crippled by the vein That I keep on closing You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding Keep, keep bleeding love I keep bleeding I keep, keep bleeding love Keep bleeding Keep, keep bleeding love You cut me open
Trying hard not to hear But they talk so loud Their piercing sounds fill my ears Try to fill me with doubt Yet I know that the goal Is to keep me from falling
But nothing’s greater Than the rush that comes with your embrace And in this world of loneliness I see your face Yet everyone around me Thinks that I’m going crazy, maybe, maybe
But I don’t care what they say
I’m in love with you They try to pull me away But they don’t know the truth My heart’s crippled by the vein That I keep on closing You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding Keep, keep bleeding love I keep bleeding I keep, keep bleeding love Keep bleeding Keep, keep bleeding love You cut me open
And it’s draining all of me Oh they find it hard to believe I’ll be wearing these scars For everyone to see
I don’t care what they say I’m in love with you They try to pull me away But they don’t know the truth My heart’s crippled by the vein That I keep on closing You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding Keep, keep bleeding love I keep bleeding I keep, keep bleeding love Keep bleeding Keep, keep bleeding love You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding Keep, keep bleeding love I keep bleeding I keep, keep bleeding love Keep bleeding Keep, keep bleeding love You cut me open and I Keep bleeding Keep, keep bleeding love
THESE ARE ENTRIES TO A WASHINGTON POST COMPETITION
ASKING FOR A TWO-LINE RHYME WITH THE MOST ROMANTIC
FIRST LINE, BUT THE LEAST ROMANTIC SECOND LINE:
My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you screwed up my life.
I see your face when I am dreaming
That's why I always wake up screaming.
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not.
Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss,
But I only slept with you because I was pissed.
I thought that I could love no other --
That is until I met your brother.
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you. But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.
I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don't take that paper bag of your face.
I love your smile, your face, and your eyes ......
I love the sea, I love the blue sky and the sound of the wave.... most importantly, I love freedom.
So, I want my wedding to be held at the beach. No need to have many guests, just our close families, relatives and friends.
I saw one beach wedding held at Koh Nangyuan beach resort in Thailand. An European couple with less than 40 guests.
Beautiful set up by the beach, with rose petals all over the white sand. The bride looked brilliant and beautiful with a flower crown on her head. With the backdrop of a beautiful sunset, it was just mesmerizing.
They were then entertained with traditional Thai dance in a dinner reception by the beach.
It's simple, yet romantic. Things to take into consideration are; which beach location, accommodation for guests from out of town and whether the location is convenient for everyone.
Hence, my dream beach wedding is still in 'planning' mode...
To all you creative people out there ~ These should at least inspire you or give you some ideas/pointers on what you are going to do in your next photography project or theme. *wink*
I heard Sarah's song a few times. But today is the first time I heard about this song and it made me think of my baby. I'm dedicating this song to my special 'E'. I love you baby.
Ingredients: 1 pinch of rosemary 2 teaspoons of black tea 3 pinches thyme 3 pinches nutmeg 3 fresh mint leaves 6 fresh rose petals 6 lemon leaves 3 cups pure spring water Sugar Honey
Directions: To make another person fall in love with you, brew this tea on a Friday during a waxing moon (moving from empty to full). Place all ingredients in an earthenware or copper tea kettle. Boil three cups of pure spring water and add to the kettle. Sweeten with sugar and honey, if desired.
Before drinking, recite this rhyme:
BY LIGHT OF MOON WAXING I BREW THIS TEA TO MAKE [lover's name] DESIRE ME.
Drink some of the tea and say: GODDESS OF LOVE HEAR NOW MY PLEA LET [lover's name] DESIRE ME! SO MOTE IT BE SO MOTE IT BE
On the following Friday, brew another pot of the love potion tea and give some to the person you want to love you. He or she will soon begin to fall in love with you.
It's about 20 minutes before I'm knocking off from work. It's Friday and we have planned to go out somewhere to spend the evening together.
I was listening to my Multiply's homepage music when I have him in my mind, the images of last evening when he came back from work and I opened the door for him. And the way he looks when he smiles and playing mischieve, the way he had his 'POCKY' sticks on my bed in his boxer while watching TV. He's so lovely, so cute ....so damn adorable..
I'm so in love with my baby.
I love to hold him when he sleeps, put my arm around his neck, over his face, across his chest and lay on his tummy, rubbing my nose against his and look deep into his beautiful eyes when he opened his eyes and look into mine.
I love to kiss him on his forehead, his nose and his eyes, tickle him and turn him on by licking his ears. I am so in love with the way he is. Purely in love with my prescious baby.
I love to hold him tight until he squirms, kiss him all over and say 'I love you baby'. And I love the way he says 'I love you baby...so much' as he stares into my eyes... the very instance I felt so overwhelmed with his love. I'm so blessed!
I love the way he walks, the way he talks, the way he put on his shirt, the way he combs his hair, the way he gets angry, the way he gets silly, the way he gets serious... I just surrender myself to all these 'things' about him...
I love the way he asks me to come closer to him by saying 'come come', I love the way he sits next to me in the back seat of the taxi, I love the way he just being himself.... every little thing about him ... I have no complaint... I am so crazy about this 'baby' of mine.
The way he gets naughty in front of me, shaking his cute ass while we buy dinner at the 'kopitiam', make me blushed, want to hide away from the crowd... but I cannot hide... this naughty baby is MINE!.
I love all and everything about my baby, no matter how silly he gets, no matter how foolish it looks, I just feel at ease, at peace and so much IN LOVE.
The ONLY one thing I don't like is when my baby is sad. I'll miss my baby's beautiful smile, how his eyes brighten up and brightens my day, my life...
To be in his arms is like a holiday in heaven. Home of all homes.
I'm so blessed to have my baby, my love, my darling, my sweetheart, my valentine, my honey, my white lie 'fiance', my bad doggy, my 'boy', my everything.... my life!
Goshhh... I LOVE YOU SOOOOOO MUCH BABY! *can I chew on your ear again?*
When I think back on these times And the dreams we left behind I'll be glad 'cause I was blessed to get To have you in my life
When I look back on these days I'll look and see your face You were right there for me
[CHORUS:] In my dreams I'll always see you soar above the sky In my heart there always be a place for you for all my life I'll keep a part of you with me And everywhere I am there you'll be
Well you showed me how it feels To feel the sky within my reach And I always will remember all The strength you gave to me
Your love made me make it through Oh, I owe so much to you You were right there for me
[Repeat chorus] 'Cause I always saw in you, my light, my strength And I want to thank you now, for all the ways You were right there for me You were right there for me For always
Baby, It's so wonderful to meet you. I'll hold you close to my heart..
SOMEONE LIKE YOU ~ Van Morrison
I've been searching a long time For someone exactly like you I've been travelling all around the world Waiting for you to come through. Someone like you makes it all worth while Someone like you keeps me satisfied. Someone exactly like you.
I've been travellin a hard road Lookin for someone exactly like you I've been carryin my heavy load Waiting for the light to come shining through. Someone like you makes it all worth while Someone like you keeps me satisfied. Someone exactly like you.
I've been doin some soul searching To find out where youre at I've been up and down the highway In all kinds of foreign lands Someone like you... etc.
I've been all around the world Marching to the beat of a different drum. But just lately I have realised The best is yet to come. Someone like you... etc.
Yeah, It's officially the biggest midget in the game. I dunno. Make way for the S.O.V.
[Chorus] Love me or hate me, its still an obsession. Love me or hate me, that is the question.
If you love me then Thank you! If you hate me then fuck you! Love me or hate me, its still an obsession. Love me or hate me, that is the question. If you love me then Thank you! If you hate me then fuck you!
I'm fat, I need a diet. No, in fact i'm just too light And I ain't got the biggest breast-s-s, but I write all the best disses. I got hairy armpits, but I don't walk around like this. I wear a big baggy t-shirt that hides that nasty sh**. Ugh! Never had my nails done. Bite them down until they're numb. I'm the one with the non-existent bum, Now I dont really give a....Ugh! I'm late for my shepherd's pie Like a high maintenance chick missin' her diamonds. I'm missin' my clippers size. Now bow down to your royal highness. No I dont own a corgi, Had a hamster, it died cuz I ignored it. Go on then, go on report me, I'm English, try and deport me!
[Chorus] Love me or hate me, its still an obsession. Love me or hate me, that is the question. If you love me then Thank you! If you hate me then fuck you! Love me or hate me, its still an obsession. Love me or hate me, that is the question. If you love me then Thank you! If you hate me then fuck you!
I'm that funky little monkey with the tiniest ears. I don't like drinkin fancy champy, I'll stick wit Heineken beers. Whoops, might burp in ya face, A little unlady-like, What can I say?
Well oh gosh i'm not posh, male wit odd socks. I do what i'm doin YEAH! So everybody's entitled to opinions, I open my mouth and sh** I got millions. I'm the middle kid, the riddle kid, I'll make you giggle till your sick Cuz my nose jiggles while I spit. Yeah I do have some stories And its true I want all the glory. Go on then, come on support, I'm English, try and deport me!
[Chorus] Love me or hate me, its still an obsession. Love me or hate me, that is the question. If you love me then Thank you! If you hate me then fuck you! Love me or hate me, its still an obsession. Love me or hate me, that is the question. If you love me then Thank you! If you hate me then fuck you!
So I cant dance and I really cant sing. I can only do one thing, And that's be Lady Sovereign! So I cant dance and I really cant sing. I can only do one thing, And that's be Lady Sovereign!
[Chorus] Love me or hate me, its still an obsession. Love me or hate me, that is the question. If you love me then Thank you! If you hate me then fuck you! Love me or hate me, its still an obsession. Love me or hate me, that is the question. If you love me then Thank you! If you hate me then fuck you!
A bad kisser, no matter how bad he is, how much drool he tries to share with you, how much tongue he shoves in your mouth, seems to be always thinking "When can I move to second base? And third? And fourth? Is she turned on yet? Can I put my hand on her breast now?".
A bad kisser sees kissing as just a step towards getting to the bedroom.
A good kisser, however, sees the kiss not as a step, but as the destination! A good kisser kisses like he never wants to do anything else with you.
He kisses like he wants this kiss to last forever. He kisses like he wants to savour every single moment of this kiss.
What sort of kisser are you?
Are you a good kisser? - A quick and easy quiz to help you determine if your kissing style is magical or all wet
Canny stared at the window from her bed. Her heart is troubled…deeply troubled by something which has been haunting her for months.
It’s Christmas Eve, and she already made an appointment to meet Ryan for dinner at Boat Quay. She knows Ryan from ICQ chat, they chatted for 1 month and met twice for dinner and tonight is their first night out on a special occasion.
Canny got up from her bed, opened the wardrobe and peeped into her clothes. She realized that she didn’t have anything to wear for a special occasion. Then she noticed a white tube top and a purple short skirt folded neatly among her other clothes that she seldom wears.
The white tube top and the purple short skirt was a present from her boyfriend, Francis. He bought it for her when they went shopping at Bugis Junction a few months back. She and Francis had been together for nearly 2.5 years, until her birthday in June, whereby she told Francis that she wanted to end the relationship. She tried to put up with his selfishness and childishness for the past 1 year, and she finally decided to end it. The countless arguments and fights with Francis made her feel so fragile. She feels miserable most of the time as Francis started probing into her personal space after she asked for a break up.
He would just read her diary and her text messages to find out where she has been and who she was with. He wants to know who called her and where she goes. And if she refused to tell, he would follow her all the way from her place to her destination. Sometimes if he cannot find her or when she did not reply his call, he would wait for her at the void deck until she returns home.
Canny was terrified. The only person she can confide to then, was Ryan. Ryan has been a good listener. He has given her a new hope, and strength to carry on.
She had thought of applying for restraining order to keep Francis at bay, but she knows that won’t do any good. He will become more violent. Francis had threatened to hurt himself or hurt the new guy in her life if he ever found out who he is.
She remember clearly how after an argument in her room a few weeks back, Francis stabbed his arms with a sharp metal in front of her and she just sat there watching, without any reaction. She is horrified by the fact that the man she knows for 2.5 years can be so childish and irrational. The more he tries to hurt himself, the more Canny hates him to the core.
It was 5pm, Canny showered and changed into the white tube top and the purple skirt. She let her hair down for the first time when meeting a friend.
Ryan will be meeting her at Raffles Interchange MRT station at 7pm. She walked towards the bus stop to wait for the bus to the city.
Suddenly, Francis appeared from nowhere and confronted her.
“Where are you heading?” he asked her.
Canny was surprised to see him there and she knows he will question her.
“I’m going to meet some friends.” She replied briefly.
“Who? What friends?” he asked her again.
“Why would I tell you? Not that you know them..” said Canny, feeling rather restless and irritated.
“Are you meeting some guy?”, he asked further.
This time, Canny is getting pissed, she answered, “None of your business!”
Francis wasn’t happy with her answer, “I bought those for you..!” he said annoyingly, referring to the tube top and the purple skirt.
The bus came, she boarded the bus; and Francis followed.
When reaching the train station, she got off the bus and boards the train heading south from Jurong East Interchange. Francis too, entered the train and stood next to hear.
“You don’t want to tell me who you’re meeting… then fine! I’ll follow you…”, he threatened her.
Canny was very upset. At that moment, she felt that her whole world crashing down on her, anger and hatred filled her mind. She cried looking coldly at him while he pretended nothing happened. And the rest of the passengers in the train noticed the little drama.
They reached Jurong East Interchange and changed to the North East Line train. Francis still tagging close. Canny is not letting him getting where she’s heading. She quickly thought of a plan to get rid of him.
She and Francis were standing by the door. When the train reached Queenstown station, Canny watched as people got off the train, and seconds before the train’s door shut, she dashed out from the train.
She turned back, staring hard at Francis, who was staring at her in disbelief! He was inside the train while she watched him from the platform. The train left the station.
Canny, however, had guessed that Francis will not give up. She suspected that he will come back to Queenstown to look for her. Hence, she ran towards the overhead bridge and hide behind the wall at one corner.
The next train arrived at Queenstown from the city. Canny scan through the arriving passengers, and there she saw Francis, combing the crowd in search of her. Her heart was pumping and her hands were cold. After a while, Francis left with the other train heading towards the city. Canny stepped out from her hiding place, and waited for another train.
She was in the state of shock and her hands were shaking while on the way to Raffles Interchange. She kept looking back just to check if Francis is catching up with her.
She started to calm down the moment she saw Ryan waiting for her at the station. They had some drinks at the bar, followed by dinner. Still haunted by Francis’ shadow, she doesn’t feel like going home. She was very sure that Francis will be waiting for her at the void deck, like what he always does.
After the dinner, they proceeded to a club along Boat Quay. They danced the night away like there’s no one around, just the two of them on the dance floor. She just want to forget about her sorrows, and she just want to forget about everything.
As they danced, Ryan pulled her closely until their eyes met. The music was playing, and she can see some people were staring at the two of them, but none of them really bothered by the attention.
Then he pulled her close and kissed her. Time just passed by… the night was magic.
And it was true enough, Francis waited for her the whole night at the void deck.
He demanded S$10k from Canny in order for him to let her go. Canny just ignore his unrealistic request. Then he demanded that Canny return him whatever he had paid for her in their last few months together. In order to make him stop pestering her, she agreed to return him S$800 by installment. Canny’s take home pay was only S$1020, and she has to support her family at home, pay her room rental and her bills. She cannot afford to pay him all S$800 in one lump sum.
In order to release Canny from Francis’ never ending insults, Ryan has agreed to settle the amount for Canny.
Francis has never looked for Canny ever since while she and Ryan became a loving couple for more than 3 years.
That was 5 years ago, Ryan and Canny were separated in 2003 when he left to further his studies and he is now married. Once in while, they still chat online, talking about what they have gone through together.
Canny remembers all Ryan did for her unconditionally. To her, he is always the angel that touches her deep within. She tells herself times and times again, that she will never meet another man like Ryan.
But she still has many Christmas seasons to go through, whether with someone or just by herself….