when the world
was so big and new,
and I was eager to explore
it all.
I remember.
Do you?

I can almost feel
the wind
lifting my hair
as I skipped merrily
without a care.

I remember the time
when the sky was
never more blue.
I can recall the magic.
Can you?

I remember flying
high and free,
spotting ships
in the clouds
that sailed
above me.

I remember the time
when my heart was young,
and my life had
only just begun.
I saw the beauty then
and I still do;
I remember those days.
Do you?

I remember when
I had endless faith in me,
and I was certain
that I could become
who I wanted to be.

I still draw on the
hope from way back then
when my life was new.
I can slip back
to those times.
Can you?

To many people, the phrase "boken-heart" means the consequnces of an act of deceit, lack of trust and above all, an act of being jilted. To others, broken-heart is a kind of pain experienced either by male or female who had been cruelly left by their partners.

Even to Oxford, it's an act of being overwhelmed with sorrow or grief. And to me as a person, it has to do with loosing one's trust and confidence in one's partner. Or what I can catigorically call the tragic or cataclysmic end of relationship between the oposite sex.

Generally, after the word " i love you" what follows is either broken-hearts or the other. Many partners have gone through bad experiences in their life and yet they are still very much okay. Some, as a result of their hearts that have been broken once, they find it difficult to give their love to others most especially, the opposite sex. Some even hate hearing the word " I love you" because they've lost confidence and trust in it.

Have heard of a friend's sister who having been jilted once, never pray to have anything to do with man. According to her, having relationship with man is nothing doing but deciet, dishonest and above all, breach of confidence and trust. But my fear arises when I discovered that to some girls, all these are rubbish, nonsense, hokun, and they never give a shit if they're jilted. It only takes them some hours t think about it and get on with their normal activities whereas some have even remained dejected and unbalanced having experienced "broken-heart". It takes them a very lng period of time to think, think and think before accepting any other offer because the experience is there to speak for them.

Now, my question is that, does it necessarily need to feel dejected to the extent of remaining unbalanced if at all one experienced a broken-heart..? When there is life, there's hope of getting through eventually.

Wonder they say shall never end....America |secretary of state has just of recent declared that Iraq must have destroyed its weapons of mass destruction before the war started--having ransacked in & out of Iraq without any clue or sign of discovering such items.

Who is then fooling who...? Is the whole world not right protesting against the war in Iraq..?It is the most wicked and barbaric act on earth for America to creully invade Iraq without the back tap of UN and without considering what would be the outcome of the invation. I think America should be grossly blamed for unleashing terror, perpetual misfrtunes and everlasting traumal on the people of Ira. Will the war be justifiable without America discovering the WMD..? Who is lying; America, Britain, Iraq or UN..?

Freedom to be different
Is just being yourelf.
You don't need to practise,
And you don't need help.

Hold your head up high,
Don't be shy.
Don't let wordsa bring you down..
Always wear your own crown.
Don't follow the fashion,
Wear your own clothes.
Smile for yourself,
Don't wear a fake pose.

Don't try to be cool,
You'll just end up looking a fool.
Freedom to be different,
Is just being yourself!!!

Better than grandeur, better than gold
Than rank and titles a thousand fold
Is a healthy body and a mind at ease
And simple pleasures that always please,
A heart that can feel for another's woe
With sympathies large enough to enfold
All men as brothers, is better than gold

Better than gold is a conscience clear
Though toiling for bread in an humble sphere
Doubly blessed with content and health
Untried by the lusts and cares of wealth
Lowly living and lofty thought
Adorn and ennoble a poor man's cot
For mind and morals in nature's plan
Are the genuine tests of a gentleman.

Better than gold is the sweet repose
Of the sons of toil when the labours close
Better than gold is the poor man's sleep
And the balm that drops on his slumbers deep
Bring sleeping draughts on the downy bed
Where luxury pillows its aching head
The toiler simple opiate deems
A shorter route to the land of dreams

Better than gold is a thinking mind
That in the realm of books can find
A treasure surpassing Australian ore
And live with the great and good of yore
The sage's lore and the poet's lay
The glories of empires passed away
The world's great dream will thus unfold
And yield a pleasure better than gold

Better than gold is a peaceful home
Where all the fireside characters come
The shrine of love, the heaven of life
Hallowed by mother, or sister, or wife
However humble the home may be
Or tried with sorrow by heaven's decree
The blessings that never were bought or sold
And centre there, are better than gold.