Colours of Life

Saturday, October 25, 2008
7:33:00 pm

Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Mary Frye

Martin -

Thursday, October 09, 2008
8:05:00 pm

My Friends and I

Know what, i am beginning to really realise i have many interesting friends.

For, a very obvious, example:

I have a friend who trys to speak like a porn star.

My friend thinks its damn ... er, stimulating...

My friend's a guy.

It's scary.

Martin -

Wednesday, October 01, 2008
1:34:00 pm

October Once More

Looks like my blogged has thru say about 3 Octobers?

I have this unusual liking for this month and trust me this has no relations with the piece by whitacre.heh.

October is just somehow a very memorable month in more ways than one. To many is a month of transitions especially in countries of 4 seasons. Its the progression towards winter, the end.

Oh wells. Guess this also serves as a reminder that the year is fast ending. Oh wells, time to get ass moving! move move move...

"Corn and grain, corn and grain,All that falls shall rise again."- Wiccan Harvest Chant

Martin -