The Moving Finger writes, and having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all your tears wash out a Word of it.

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam - Quattrain 71.

Saturday, November 01, 2003

jose jose jose! this definitely reminds me of you. hahas now everytime i hear this song... ill be reminded of you singing it and the silly musical itself. ahhas. thanks for jus bein there. hahhah. ur really one of the few frens i haf left tht i can really trust and stuff. hope ur not upset or netin k? i meant every word i wrote onta back of tht bookmark. really pretty eh? words simply cannot express my gratitude towards you. love ya ALOT
great blog ya haf der btw. esp love ya doggie! heehee. as cute as ever.


Like children need their mother
Like rivers need a sea
Like lovers need each other
Like prisons need a key
Like winter nights need fire
Like temples need a shrine
Like lovers need desire
Like prophets need a sign
This is my only chance
Love open my heart
Years of broken dreams all in the past
This is my only chance
Love make me a part
Of someone who loves at last

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