Hit List in 2011

There's nothing special for this New Year's eve. After going to church with my family, having a brief sermon, getting cold by showering rain, and feeling sleepy before the clock shows its hands to 12.00, I decide to make a list of five things that I want to buy in 2011 hehehe, they are:

1. Sewing Machine
    It's better to have a new machine. But I'd like to have an old one.

2. A woman city bike

    Cycling around the city a day will make us health and powerful. I believe it will give me some helps,  and I hope it (the help) works in bed too :P. My husband promises me to take me to go cycling at the sea shore as often as possible. I said it's a Must! :) 

3. Polaroid camera

    What do you think when you have some pictures as old as in 1970s? Wow! I think that's cool. I dream of having a real Polaroid camera. (He said it's  impossible -_-)

 

4. An Acoustic Guitar

    My husband said "You can play my guitars as long as you want, Baby" and I said "I just don't want to play a guitar which is bigger and heavier than me." I think electric guitars are too heavy for me :P 

5. More Books

   It's a must to collect more books started from today. 

 

Wedding Shoes

It will takes about two weeks more to have the wed party, I don't do many preparation things like the other brides do. I just don't want to make my self in a "pre-wed" syndrome, I'm intending to make it easier than other people think. Now, I'm thinking about my wedding shoes.I dream of wearing  barefoot wedding shoes on the white sand in a cocktail party with some best friends :)

A Lonely traveler

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A lonely traveler hearts a delight trip

the woods asks her to come in

the leaves claps her shoulders to sit having an afternoon tea

her dress is made like a fairy's fern skirt

she hopes to get lost in the dark of the woods

she dreams for a troop of friendly gnomes and rabbits

she is a best friend of the great poets' spirits

greet her when you meet her
she's a lonely traveler

The Pine Trees

 

I like the way how the pine trees blow me their words

they ask me to play hide and seek

they read me some poems of the great poets

they sing me the old folk songs

they kiss me as the dawn won't leave us

they clap their hands after I finish reading my poems

they dance when I dance

we laugh with the strong heartbeat

they say

they love the way I love them

they tell me that they always be my Christmas trees