Sometimes When it Rains

I want you to know my eyes are getting tired  crying for you.

My mind tells them to stop seeing you

In the fondest memories we have shared

In every hurt I feel for letting you slip away

In every painful regrets for choices I have made.

Now that you are gone, I am starting to fancy for rains

And sometimes when it rains, I feel a sudden surge of joy

They have little hands that amazingly hide my tears away from  my eyes

 Because I can just let my tears fall along with the raindrops

And pretend  I am happy dancing along with them.

Antique Collection

I am so delighted to know that my best friend obet bought an antique chests for me in Malaysia.Obet very well knew my passion for things that come with age and so when he got a glance of these old chests while gliding the side roads of Malaysia, he quickly took out some dollars and grabbed them home for me... Bet i am so excited for your homecoming in january of 2011!!!