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Friday, January 9, 2009

b'day flowerz





JANUARY: CARNATION

Representing pride, beauty, admiration and gratitude, the carnation’s multilayered, feathery soft petals conceal a hardy core – an appropriate paradox for this first-month-of-the-year flower. Originally from Asia, where they’ve been cultivated for the last 2,000 years, today this winter birth flower is a richly colorful and fragrant gem.




MAY: LILY

Lilies were so revered by the ancient Greeks that they believed they sprouted from the milk of Hera, the queen of the gods. Long tied to the Virgin Mary, the white Madonna lily represents virtue, while the lily of the valley conveys sweetness and humility. In the language of flowers, this May birth flower expresses purity of heart, majesty and honor.




OCTOBER: MARIGOLD

With their rich, autumn-colored hues, marigolds are the quintessential October birth flower. Early Christians called marigolds Mary’s Gold, and placed it by statues of the Virgin Mary. Brilliant and colorful, with a late-harvest warmth and a broad open bloom, marigolds signify affection and grace.



(http://www.teleflora.com/birthflowers.asp)

Forget-me-Not






FORGET-ME-NOT.......


COULD every blossom find a voice
And sing a strain to me,
I know where I would place my choice,
Which my delight should be.
I would not choose the lily tall,
The rose from musky grot,
But I would still my minstrel call
The blue Forget-me-not.

And I on mossy bank would lie,
Of brooklet, rippling clear;
And she of the sweet, azure eye,
Close at my listening ear,
Should sing into my soul a strain
Might never be forgot,
So rich with joy, so rich with pain--
The blue Forget-me-not.

Ah! every blossom hath a tale,
With silent grace to tell,
From rose that reddens to the gale
To modest heather-bell;
But oh! the flower in every heart
That finds a sacred spot
To bloom, with azure leaves apart,
Is the Forget-me-not.

Love plucks it from the mosses green
When parting hours are high,
And places it Love's palms between
With many an ardent sigh;
And bluely up from grassy graves
In some loved churchyard spot
It glances tenderly and waves
The dear Forget-me-not.

(Crawford, Isabella Valancy, Canadian Poet, from 1850-1887)

Scotty and WebCammy

Two days ago, suddenly me and scotty did a webcammy talk....haha....

He wanted to die so much, as i keep praising myself, im so cute, and all....

Haha..his "alamak" or "oh my god" expression is so funny....

And his, "yea....yap..tats rite..", kind of expression too is suave wor...haha..

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Yesterday, i slept early, FINALLY, after somedays of sleepless nite before 5am, he called me around 2.10am to ask y i didn't go online, it's so touching neh....haha....

he's so nice lar, sometimes frens are as such.....

juz a simple action could, sometimes, forever, leave a deep impression in my heart.

oh one more ting, he ahh, always show his love with hnin, the keychian, "THE (heart) MG", as in myanmar, means "the gurl love dear", kind of meaning....

his pic wif hnin...aiyo.........damn zealous...haha....

*BEST FREN FOREVER*