Visual Representations of life...

Sometimes no words can describe the state of motion controlling your heart, mind and soul.

State of....

Visual Rhapsody of his...

Autumn is here..Goodbye Summer. His Prediction.

Blue"er" sky...Greener ground. His Creations.

The journey...Only He knows where and when is the end.

Will you marry me?

Will you Marry Me?...Are you flat?

I am attached to a Special school here in Adelaide. I have to work on a teaching program with a child with Autism. I worked with this cute brilliant boy. He is 8 years old. He was diagnosed with ataxia (difficulty in gross motor functioning) Celebral Palsy and Mild Autism. While working with him today.....
He asked me a question, "Do you have children?".
I said, "Nope.".
He asked, "Does that mean you are not married? Will you marry me?".
I said, "For sure. When you grow up and go to work."
He said, " I will built for you a big house with 50 rooms and a big swimming pool.
I said, " WOW!!! So many rooms. Who is going to clean all the rooms?".
He said," I will have 50 wives to clean the house."

Should I marry him ?...

He has the tendency to be curious about BOOBIES and touches BOOBIES. The first time he saw me, he was curious about the tudung I am wearing.
He asked me, " Why you cover your BOOBIES?"
I was trying to redirect and said, "This is to cover my hair."
He said, " Are you covering it because, your BOOBIES are flat like my mum."

When I see his mum for the first time, where should I see?

Good day peepz.

Her Charm is gone...

Her Charm is gone...

She looks in the mirror.
She is not smiling at the face looking back at her.
She sees no charm.
She sees no light.
She thank HIM for this beautiful creation.
She prays for the charm.
The charm that is gone.
Not knowing why it's gone.
And why it's gone.
Will the charm comes back?
When will it be back?

My Miss List

My Miss List

You dreaded waking up in the morning, not just because of the cold weather. But because of waking up alone in a stranger's room. It took you awhile to realize that your loved ones are far...far...far away. You only remember their last"facial glimpse" at your departure. Their voices could be heard. So near, yet so far.

My Miss List
My family, my base.
My friends, my grounded ones.
My students, my passion.
My colleagues, my energy.
My little cousins, my honey bun...cutie pies

My country.....NOPE. Not that. I love MY country but...

Blank...

I am staring at the PC screen...trying to recollect my BLOG thoughts. But failed. I am disappearing and blending into the real world and slowly withdrawing from this virtual world. Isn't that a good sign?

My blog space is now filled with past illusions of thoughts for remembrance. The future is still in a lighted tunnel...towards the light at a distance.

What a dead entry..this site should be thebore.blogspot.com.