The city of Bristol from Ashton Court: taken on 14th April 2005 

The Road to Infinity: taken by me on 14th April 2005 at Ashton Court. 

Few facts about girls...

Girls please don't be angry after reading...

If you praise her,
She thinks you are lying
If you don't,
You are good for nothing.

If you agree to all her likes,
You are a wimp.
If you don't,
You do not understand.

If you visit her often,
She thinks you are boring.
If you don't,
She accuses you of double-crossing.

If you are well dressed,
She says you are a playboy.
If you don't,
you are a dull boy.

If you are jealous,
She says it's bad.
If you don't,
She thinks you do not love her.

If you attempt a romance,
She says you didn't respect her.
If you don't,
she thinks you do not like her

If you are a minute late,
She complains it's hard to wait.
If she is late,
She says that's a girl's way.

If you visit another man,
you're not putting in "quality time".
If she is visited by another woman,
"oh it's natural, we are girls".

If you kiss her,
You are not a gentleman.
If you don't,
You are not a man.

If you fail to help her in crossing the street,
You lack ethics.
If you do,
She thinks it's just one of men's tactics for seduction.

If you stare at another woman,
She accuses you of flirting.
If she is stared by other men,
She says that they are just admiring.

If you talk,
She wants you to listen.
If you listen,
She wants you to talk.

In short:
So simple, yet so complex...
So weak, yet so powerful...
So confusing, yet so desirable.
So damning, yet so wonderful.

William Wordsworth. 1770–1850 The Solitary Reaper BEHOLD her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,	5
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.
No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands	10
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas	15
Among the farthest Hebrides.
Will no one tell me what she sings?—
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:	20
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?
Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang	25
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending;—
I listen'd, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill,	30
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.

:)

Clairvoyant says:
With love even if the one u love dies... a part of u dies with them and a part of them lives on with u.