Show me the meaning of being of being lonely...

lyra..spells..

M aking something rare makes her artistic
and passionable.Which her works leads
her to success. Collection of lyra
includes pictures, memorable stuffs
which has a sentimental value to her,
figurines, and etc..



A lways been known for her exotic
personality. Lyra has always into
silent, serious, not so friendly but a
real friend,concern to everyone,responsible,
shy, behave, and sometimes not on
her self..
...





L yra's other passion besides as a student
is real estate. On other words, drawing,
collecting some stuffs, reading (pocket
books, dictionaries, magazines, and
newspapers), designing gowns and
dresses, listening music, and watching
tv are her hobbies or her favorite
pastime when she getting bored...




Y et, eversince her days growing up in
Calape, lyra's always dreamed about
being successful in her carrer as a
businesswoman although her not just on
for the fame. She enjoys making her
family and friends happy too..




R emembering, reality is the best fantasy
of all, says lyra referring to a dreamed
which will happen at the real life..




A nnoying her is one of lyra's hate.
That's why she wants to be alone rather
than joining a group of people to avoid
some quarrel. That's why she keep on
silent.

"The Psalm of Life"

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!-
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust those art, the dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.


Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Finds us farther than today


Art is long, and time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.


In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of life,
Be not like climb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!


Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act-act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!


Lives of great men remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;


Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A foreorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.


Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.