Thursday, April 06, 2006

BEGS TO BE DIFFERENT! (Special Prayer For My Eternal Love)


I want to nurture the FRUIT OF MY LABOUR to be different.

I want to raise him on how to live this life on earth,
To face the struggles and its strife,
And improve on his worth.

Not just the idealistic pictures in the book,
Or how the rivers flow,
But how to choose the proper path,
Wherever he may go.


To understand eternal truth,
And know the right from the wrong,
And gather the beauty of a flower and a song.


For if I help him to grow,
In wisdom and in grace,
Then I shall feel I have achieve,
My responsibility in guiding him to the proper place.

And so I ask your guidance,
God and your beloved Prophet,
That I may do my part,
To fill him with character and confidence,
And he shall be the man of happiness in his heart.




AMEN.





Yours Now and Forever,


Tyro

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

AND DON'T SAY IT WAS NOT TRIED!

How do I keep my heart from hate?
My mind from worries.


I do live life simply.
I have never expected anything little from the much I give.
I have always wanted to fill my life with love.
Scatter sunshine to everyone I know.
I have always forgot to think about myself, for the best of others.
I try to do as I would and be done by.
I have been trying them for weeks but I always broke down and cry.

THANK YOU!
I am,
Tyro

Saturday, April 01, 2006

And The Pinocchios Shall Lose Their Noses.

Not too long ago, in a vast cosmopolitan city. Amongst the minor community, lives a family of Pinocchios. Ma Pinocchio. Senior Pinocchio. Sis Pinocchio. And BIG Junior Pinocchio. They believe that modesty of reputation outweigh honesty of life. And all along, they inhibited the belief they pro for.

One unpredictable day, along came Snow White. She became the object of their belief. Then and again. Then and again. Then and again.

So they thought Snow White is silly and laughed their way home. But somewhere along the way, they fell into a pit that was dug by Senior Pinocchio.

Hence now, they are wobbling their way home with plastered noses.

Make sense?

- THE END -


I am,

Tyro

Mum! Mummies!

“ I thought I have made up my mind to be happy.
Learnt to find pleasures in simple things.
Made the best of the circumstances I was in.

But …
Hey, wait!
Some people just have some things.
Some thought about delivering sorrows to intermingle with the gladness of my life.

They had finally made the tears outweigh the laughter (again!).
They made me take my life seriously.
And make me believe that somehow, I’ll never be protected from misfortunes that befall on me. ”


Congratulations!


Bowing Off,

Tyro