shenddesign blog: 2011

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

I'm sorry

Pencil: I'm sorry

Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.

Pencil: I'm sorry cos you get hurt bcos of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.

Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad. :)

I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational. Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil. They're always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way... they get hurt, and become smaller (older, and eventually pass on).

Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for their children, and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.

"All my life, I've been the pencil.. And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents getting smaller and smaller each day. For I know that one day, all that I'm left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used to have..."

this is dedicated to parents.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Love is a painting....

I’ll paint my love

With the colors of the rainbow

As clear as the raindrops

With the golden frames of stars at night

My portrait of love won’t fade away

Because in my heart, this will live forever.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

And I can’t breath without you, but I have to. -Breath, Taylor Swift

wasted time..

I don’t regret the smiles

The laughs and love

The tenderness

The warmth

The hope

The dreams

and the lingering looks

I only regret

The tears spent

The days in darkness

The taste of salty sorrow

The self blame

The suffocating anger

all wasted on you.

the end...

Saturday, July 16, 2011

thenounproject.com

http://thenounproject.com/

Explore, Dream, Discover

Dont ever look back

love changes everything

when one sleeps in the

arc of a crescent moon

one has no choice

upon awaking,

but to fly.

I will take my time

“I will take my time
and there will not be a spot
I’ll forget to kiss.”

—	Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

GONE

It is strange

My thought patterns
I must be in love or some such
I look for you first in a crowd
Or when I enter a room
Or even when I wake from a
Disorienting dream
Even though I know
You won’t ever be there
I guess I’ll have to stop doing that
Because you’re gone now
And you always will be