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A tag from Milo.
I am suppose to write 8 points that would bring a girl close to.. being my perfect lover.

Hmmm this is difficult. But let me see if I can have a go at it.

1) Female

2) Plain

3) Simple

4) Homely

5) Ordinary

6) Modest

7) Good Natured

8) Soft Spoken

It always was my way, by instinct--ever to meet the brief with brevity, the direct with plainness.

Conventionality is not morality. And as such I shall not tag anyone for I know many people are flooded with tags right now.

Alas!

When Gd made me, He made me ordinary. And right from that day I have remained forever so.

When life give difficulties there are those who stand up to fight and resist to be carried away. There aer those who figts against the strong currents of fate and destiny. But I am not one of them. I just accepts whatever life throws at me. I just let myself be carried by the currents of fate. For I have no strenght either to fight or resist. Valour first needs strength and then a weapon. I have none.

Is really there a place in this world for the weak? Do we have the right to survive in this world where the meek are ostracised and the weak are trampled? Is being weak a sin; for which we have to atone it as we live in this cursed life? Which world shall the meek inherit?

We, the weak, the coward lot are born to suffer. We are destinied to live wretched and die accursed. Alas! but that is the fate that is in store for us. For us there is no hope, only darkness and to accept whatever is given to us.

But complain we do not! We do not ask "Why me?" For we are glad that we got a part, however infinitesimally small and immaterial it may be, in God's intricate play in this web of life.

Explanation of previous post

The little snippet was :

( A fair lady was talking to her friend about how she was lured into love )

'And long upon these terms I held my city,

(She ever try refuse to return the love of this charming man. City, in this sentence means her heart. She tries to defend her heart away from this man who is so dangerous to her heart.

Till thus he 'gan besiege me: "Gentle maid,

( But when he spoke thus enchanging my heart : "My fair gentle lady, )

Have of my suffering youth some feeling pity,

( Do feel pity of my youth that is suffering from want of love of yours )

And be not of my holy vows afraid.

( And don't be afraid that I have made my holy vows. Meaning : I am still single. )

That's to ye sworn to none was ever said;

( Because that holy vow I will never sworn to anyone but you; )

For feasts of love I have been called unto,

(For I have fallen madly in love with you, )


Till now did ne'er invite nor never woo.

( And to this moment, I have never invited love or accepted love . )



Well that was the best I can do to explain the snippet.

( I wil be taking a short break from the blogworld for my health is in a delicate state. )

Unspoken words

Gentle reader, I had not the courage to write down the simple goings of my simple mind. So, I will write something I found quite romantic and tantalising. On the notebook I have, these were written


'And long upon these terms I held my city,

Till thus he 'gan besiege me: "Gentle maid,

Have of my suffering youth some feeling pity,

And be not of my holy vows afraid.

That's to ye sworn to none was ever said;

For feasts of love I have been called unto,

Till now did ne'er invite nor never woo.