Beaute De Rose

OnE dOes NoT fAll In Luv... coS oNe gRoWs IntO lUV anD lUv gRowS iN u. Red ROse - Love, respect Deep Pink ROse - Gratitude, appreciation Light Pink ROse - Admiration, sympathy White ROse - Reverence, humility Yellow ROse - Joy, gladness Orange ROse - Enthusiasm, desire Red and Yellow ROse - Gaiety, joviality Yellow ROse - Sociability, friendship

Your Dominant Intelligence is Interpersonal Intelligence
You shine in your ability to realate to and understand others. Good at seeing others' points of view, you get how people think and feel. You have an uncanny ability to sense true feelings, intentions, and motivations. A natural born leader, you are great at teaching and mediating conflict. You would make a good counselor, salesperson, politician, or business person.
What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?

Sunday, August 08, 2004

aLl ChanGed

Had an enjoyable time yesterday at Marina Bay. The steamboat was quite nice... enjoyed the atmosphere and breeze over there. Beautiful scenery... as though all of us were on holiday. haha... we took several wonderful candid shots. haha... it turned out pretty okay... yeah. =P
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hEhe~ just changed my bloggy's background. Yeah~ I'm quite satisfied with the template.... for a change yah? At least this one looks brighter and more organised. hmn... enjoy reading the blog entries then... OoOpss... by the way how do I add back the links to the different blog pages? I think I have lost them all... =X

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A poem here to share...


Emily Brontë

Love and Friendship

Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?


The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?


Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That, when December blights thy brow,
He may still leave thy garland green.