Spring? or not Spring?

Yes, it's actually Spring but the weather is like Summer already. Well, I still prefer cool breeze over hot sun. I wonder how's the summer would be like this year..

Anyway, what have I been doing? Busy with what I would say WORK for me, trying to get a store for our business.. yes you hear it.. well.. have been juggling it with opportunities come and go.. just wishing for the best one to come now... haizz.. who says starting a business is easy? Haha, was having this simple conversation with Bernard yesterday and he, on the other hand complaining who says working for people is easy? So, life is complicated. Things won't fall into place and land on our hands to grab it.. it is our hands that should reach out and grab it. So, I now hope i'm a spider or something that have alot of hands to reach out and get whatever comes along. HOPE FOR THE BEST!!

I think Spring is a nice season, as I realise it's the season for people to reunite or catch up. Recently, I had many chats with old friends and all, catching up and all on MSN and emails. And it makes me miss home. Again, it's like sitting on a fence situation, it's not that I don't like Sydney or don't like Malaysia for any reason but life in both places are going to be different. So, I'll leave for future to tell me which is most suitable.

At the same time, spring is supposed to be a season of love. As Sunny once said, every year after M-fest, someone tend to get hooked up. And yes someone did.. :) While just searching for new songs that are out.. I came across this following song and the lyrics really sound very true.. :) enjoy..

The Rose - Aoi Teshima

Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you its only seed

It's a heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dying
that never learns to live


When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.