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Beauty

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly;

what is essential is invisible to the eye.

++++-Antoine de Saint-Exupery-++++

Dazzling Photos

Are you bored? Aside from checking your Friendster, Facebook, Multiply, etc. account, what else do you do in the internet? Well, i found a new way of perking up myself when I’m really bored. If you are fond of art and photography, this one is for you. I found a website that caters all you need to customize your photos and your passion in art. Try visiting this site www.blingee.com . Register yourself and explore the possibilities you can do there. As for myself, I entered blingee competitions and win badges. It’s a really nice feeling finding people in the blingee community voted for your artwork and use your own downloaded stamps. Just try it if you have nothing else to do…

Here are the blingees i made for the last few weeks. Please rate it! Thanks!

Tears of a Goddess
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Summoning the wind
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Mother Earth's Cry
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fairy of the lilies
Personalized Glitter Graphics

Candlelight

Posted on 23rd January 2009 by Meizhu in Photography - Tags: , , , , , , , , ,

“There is something haunting in the light of the moon;

It has all the dispassionates of a disembodied soul,

and something of its inconceivable mystery.”

“Remember me and smile, for it’s better to forget than remember me and cry.”

“Curses are like processions: they return to whence they set out.”

“May those who love us love us. And those that don’t love us, May God turn their hearts, And if He doesn’t turn their hearts, May he turn their ankles, So we’ll know them by their limping.”

Bloody Rose

Go, Lovely Rose

by: Edmund Waller

Tell her that wastes her time and me,
That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.

Tell her that’s young,
And shuns to have her graces spied,
That hadst thou sprung
In deserts where no men abide,
Thou must have uncommended died.

Small is the worth
Of beauty from the light retired:
Bid her come forth,
Suffer herself to be desired,
And not blush so to be admired.

Then die!– that she
The common fate of all things rare
May read in thee;
How small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair!