Teach and Travel with Colin

I can no more hear Love's Voice. No more moves The mouth of her. Birds No more sing. Words I speak return lonely. Flowers I pick turn ghostly. Fire that I burn glows Pale. No more blows The wind. Time tells No more truth. Bells Ring no more in me. I am all alone singly. Lonely rests my head. —— O my God! I am dead.

I just want you to know that I have been waiting for you to remember me day after day, night after night since our sixth monthsary. Are we going to live the joke that the reason why couples celebrate monthsaries is because some relationships can never last a single year? Is this how you envisioned our relationship to be the moment you asked me out on the last day of your visit?  In my case, I think otherwise. I have been planning my future with you since you headed back to your home after that awkwardly silent taxi ride to the airport. Where are you now?

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint a

I am never good at cooking. But whenever my brothers come home on the weekends, I always try to make something that they can munch or gobble. The tasting part is the hardest. I can't get the taste I want to make though they just eat it because there is nothing else in the fridge. This is my frustration. C_O_O_K_I_N_G I want to try creative but simple dishes. So, I am posting some pictures that I might try making for someone special. mehehe Good luck to me!