justjarrod

What my handwriting said abt me...

2006-01-29T00:27:49Z

What does your handwriting say about YOU?

The results of your analysis say:
You plan ahead, and are interested in beauty, design, outward appearance, and symmetry.
You are a person who thinks before acting, intelligent and thorough.
You are affectionate, passionate, expressive, and future-oriented.
You are not very reserved, impatient, self-confident and fond of action.
You enjoy life in your own way and do not depend on the opinions of others.

Life...

2006-01-29T00:24:22Z

Life only pass us once; Today's moment becomes tomorrow's memory. Enjoy every moment , good or bad, cos "the gift of life is life itself."

Faith makes all thing possible....

Hope makes all thing works....

Love makes all thing beautiful...

May all ppl visit my blog will be bless with Faith, Hope and Love!!

True??

2006-01-28T17:01:52Z

Your Seduction Style: The Charmer

You're a master at intimate conversation and verbal enticement.

You seduce with words, by getting people to open up to you.

By establishing this deep connection quickly, people feel under your power.

And then you've got them exactly where you want them!

What Is Your Seduction Style?

First Time.....

2006-01-14T15:38:50Z

Year 2006 i have encountered alot of first time.....

FIrst time i went clubbing....

First time to taboo...

First time to Happy...

First time went out with Tommy and Gang to celebrate NY....

First time went to house party where host of parent return with unhappiness....

First time met someone interesting but a flirt...

First time chat to Victor....

First time slept over @ Kenneth's place but lucky din lose my first time...

FIrst time letting my colleague know of my orientation....

best of all First Promotion....

Light breaks where no sun shines

2006-01-14T15:28:58Z

Light breaks where no sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tides;
And, broken ghosts with glow-worms in their heads,
The things of light
File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.

A candle in the thighs
Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age;
Where no seed stirs,
The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars,
Bright as a fig;
Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs.

Dawn breaks behind the eyes;
From poles of skull and toe the windy blood
Slides like a sea;
Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky
Spout to the rod
Divining in a smile the oil of tears.

Night in the sockets rounds,
Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes;
Day lights the bone;
Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin
The winter's robes;
The film of spring is hanging from the lids.

Light breaks on secret lots,
On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain;
When logics dies,
The secret of the soil grows through the eye,
And blood jumps in the sun;
Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.

From The Poems of Dylan Thomas, published by New Directions. Copyright © 1952, 1953 Dylan Thomas. Copyright © 1937, 1945, 1955, 1962, 1966, 1967 the Trustees for the Copyrights of Dylan Thomas. Copyright © 1938, 1939, 1943, 1946, 1971 New Directions Publishing Corp. Used with permission.