the butterfly
As love falls down from the sky,
It lands on the wings of a butterfly.
The butterfly sings it's songs and rhymes,
And flies through the air, No concept of time.
It is the messenger of patience and change,
From flower to flower, it's odd and it's strange.
The butterfly can transform it's world.
And give way to new beginnings, unfurled,
It is the keeper of transformation,
And flies on faith and imagination.
The butterfly as no fear of change,
It bravely escapes it's homemade cage.
To change, it knows is necessary,
For all the burdens we need not carry.
The butterfly soars, and merrily sings,
For, without change, it could never grow wings.
break silence
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
-12:21 PM
hola i'm back...M.I.A is my middle name. haha let's jus say i'm not a devoted blogger.
been pretty busy last month, heh workload has been reduced now...since my colleague L (not the one from DeatNote) is back from her 3 mth MC. hmm i'm not be unkind here but just hoped she had another century of MC because
her NAGGING power didn't seem to subside!! why does she have to repeat every darn thing 999999999999999 times?? anybody's tolerance will hit da max after listening to it f0r 2 yrs.
if she has used more of her head than her mouth, this world would be a better place.
even covering her duties seemed more bearable now. bish***characters are not named to protect the innocence.
