No facades of beauty that wither with the weather
For, as the flowers around the rose wilt, she emanates resilience
Refusing to be an object of beauty, she glows blood-crimson
An injection of danger and excitement to life
FAMILIARISING YOURSELF WITH THE THEATRICS OF...
-Kai-
3 October 1988
Libra, loud and proud
Theatre Studies & Drama/ Lumos '05
Victoria Junior College/05A53/V.Actor
Loves roses, especially blood red ones
Has the propensity to play with dangerous weapons and lights and trip over drain grilles
Is a very nice girl -nods earnestly-
Sunday, July 15, 2007
i woke up today with the sun still shining. and that's all that matters.
Oh refuge of my hardened heartOh fast pursuing lover comeAs angels dance around Your throneMy life by captured fare You own Not silhouette of trodden faith Nor death shalll not my steps be guideI'll pirouette upon my grave For in Your path i'll run and hideOh gaze of love so melt my pride That i may in Your house but kneelAnd in my brokenness to cry Spring worship unto theeWhen beauty breaks the spell of painThe bludgeoned heart shall burst in vainBut not when love be pointed kingAnd truth shall Thee forever reign Sweet Jesus, carry me away From cold of night and dust of day In ragged hour or salt-worn eyeBe my desire, my well-spring lye
~Love
