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Friday, May 25, 2007

"All the world's a stage,
and all the men and women merely players:
they have their exits and their entrances;
and one man in his time plays many parts,
his acts being seven ages"

In quite a poetic mood of late. and i've always admired william shakespeare's writings. he writes to inspire, and some day i hope to write to inspire too, in my own ways.

"Beauty is all very well at first sight;
but whoever looks at it when
it has been in the house three days?"

true to the saying, beauty is only skin-deep. and true to my personal belief, that love at first sight always starts with lust. you may fall in love at first sight, but do you fall for the heart or for the face? it is all but superficial. whosoever who loves your faults, truly loves you. whosoever who loves your strengths, only lusts after you.

"Better three hours too soon than a minute too late."

speaks much, doesn't it? for the man who misses the last train to see his love for the last time, he'd deeply appreciate being earlier by 3 hours, than being late by just a minute. often, we overlook minute details like being a few minutes late...and we only learn to cherish and have regrets only too late..when the train has gone down its tracks, they never come back and they never wait for you.

"Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds."

and with the above, i quote jac.."talk is cheap!"

adios!
-cheryl
5:18 PM





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