memoirs of a geisha

Grief is a most peculiar thing; we're so helpless in the face of it. it's like a window that will simply open of its own accord. the room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. but it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it.
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Destiny isn't always like a party at the end of the evening. sometimes it's nothing more than struggling through life from day to day.
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Young girls hope all sorts of foolish things.Hopes are like hair ornaments. girls want to wear too many of them. when they become old women, they look silly wearing even one.
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Friendship is a precious thing. one mustn't throw it away.
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Adversity is like a strong wind. it holds us back from places we might otherwise go. it also tears away from us all but the things that can't be torn, so that afterward we see ourselves as we rily are and not merely as we might like to be.
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Sometimes we get through adversity only by imagining what the world might be like if our dreams should ever come true.
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heyo!i got all these words of wisdom from the book memoirs of a geisha...try to read it guys...its a great book, not to mention a very fascinating one...it's better than watching the movie itself =)
 

  

I found You.

"Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost, I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed; Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn, "come in" he said, "ill give you shelter from the storm.."
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i got this one from one of the blogs somewhere here in friendster. his blog's name is the soup kitchen at the end of the universe.. he's from malaysia as i have learned.. la lang. hehehe. parang importante nman daw noh?

 

a memoir//

wen i saw the bundle he held in his hand, it looked so much like the shrouded moth.i knew i'd come upon the sign at last.i took the bundle and bowed low to thank him and tried to tell him how grateful i was---though im sure my words carried none of the fullness of my feelings. i wasn't thanking him for the coin, or even for the trouble he'd taken in stopping to help me.i was thanking him for...well, for something im not sure i can explain even now. for showing me that something besides cruelty could be found in the world, i suppose. i watched him walk away with sickness in my heart---though it was a pleasing kind of sickness, if such a thing exists. i mean to say that if you have experienced an evening more exciting than any in your life, you're sad to see it end; and yet you still feel gratefull that it happend. in that brief encounter with him, i had changed from a lost girl facing a lifetime of emptiness to a girl with purpose in her life. perhaps it seem odd that a casual meeting on the street could have brought about such change. but sometimes life is like that isn't it? and i really do think if you'd been there to see what i saw and feel what i felt, the same might have happened to you...

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