Sunday, September 28, 2008


Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything exept tears. In the end that's all there is: love and its duty, sorrow and its truth. In the end that's all we have - to hold on tight until the dawn

At first, when we truly love someone, our greatest fear is that the loved one will stop loving us. What we should fear and dread instead is that we won’t stop loving them, even after they are dead and gone.

Silence is the tortured mans revenge

One of the ironies of courage and why we prize it so highly, is that we find it easier to be brave for someone else than we do for ourselves alone

Nothing grieves more deeply or pathetically than one half of a great love that isn’t meant to be.

November Rain

Saturday, September 13, 2008


Saturday, September 06, 2008

Rok sako to rok lo :)

saw this guy zooming on a busy road @ 60 with left door hanging out