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underneath the stars


To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.


--Auguries of Innocence, by William Blake

Sunday, November 18, 2007
Jeff Dunham
7:36 PM

Heard of him?

He's a damn good comedian/ventriloquist.

I love his videos veryveryvery much and I wish he'd come to Singapore to perform. But I doubt that's possible 'cos he's so unheard of here, and his jokes might be too 'open' for our Govt's liking.

Still, catch him and his puppets - Peanut(my fave!), Walter, Achmed etc on Youtube!

Search Keywords: Jeff Dunham


Phone Stolen
5:37 PM

Don't mean to always be so emo on my blog but... MY PHONE GOT STOLEN!

Hms, was with dar at Macs doing some work while he studied for his MSTs. Smsed my grp members then left the phone on the table in case they replied, i'd know. Then after some time, I went to the toilet. And when I came back looking for moi phone, voila! 'tis gOne. Vamoozed.

When I called, the phone was already switched off. So yeps, it's definitely stolen. The whole mystery of it being how it got stolen under both of our noses.

Feeling pretty anguished about it since it's damn new; only a couple of months' old and I took wondrous care of that phone. Not to mention the photos and contact numbers that I didn't backup.

I know I have a track record for losing things, the most recent being my red organiser which mysteriously appeared in sch in a classroom I never brought it to before =X. And also my gigantic pencilbox with my thumbdrive and my much-valued stationery.

And I am fucking pissed not because I lost my phone, BUT BECAUSE IT GOT FREAKING STOLEN. I am an honest girl; I don't steal, I don't cheat. Why is Karma doing this to me?

So reminds me of just a year ago, when my wallet got STOLEN at a chalet. This year is has to be my handphone. Thanks man. Next year, as dar says, I'll lose myself.
Sorry, Blame It On Me
Even though the blame's on you
I'll take that blame from you
And you can put that blame on me
Fuck it. I should just wear rags to sch and disguise my Macbook as a tattered third-hand piece of shit, mangle my MP3 player, disfigure my DS and use a Nokia 3310 so that none of my stuffs get stolen ever again.

To the despicable bastard scoundrels who ever stole my stuffs, hope you lose stuffs that are a gazillion times more important and may you be anguished for all your eternal infernal lives.


Sunday, November 11, 2007
Frustration & Disappointment
6:58 PM

Sometimes you put in so much effort, yet it's left unappreciated.

Other times you attempt to coordinate, 'tis returned with such lack of effort that it fills you with disappointment, perhaps rage, and maybe even sadness.

You think, you wonder - isit a true lack of proficiency for the language? isit carelessness from deficiency of sleep, too much work, weariness & fatigue? Or isit a mere dearth of effort, toil, heart.

Persevere on, I guess. The end is near. I. must. go. on. And. let. my. beautiful. ideas. be. seen. and . my. interesting. work. be. heard. And no, that won't be enough for me. I would like it to be marvelled at, sighed at, and eventually utilised.

Thank you.


False "Break"
1:48 PM

MSTs are over... Even though there were only 2 miserable tests which actually had MCQs and some short answers which merely needed memorising; still I ain't gonna do well! Been busy working on the dumb redundant Financial Phase for my bloody BD. It's so irritating when you don't have figures to work with, and the worse thing is, your client don't even need this but you gotta do it if not the school can't grade you. How screwed up can this get man? -.-"

And yeps, been playing playing playing my DS more than half the time. *bEams. So very distracted and just can't seem to focus on studying. ^^

There appears to be a lot of time. Yet, this all seems false. Have a feeling the next half of the term is full of PROJECT DEADLINES. And yeps, the day of my marathon is drawing near. Near. NEAR. Gotta TRAIN CONSISTENTLY! Yikes. So desperately wanna prove some people wrong... And oh-so-desperate for personal satisfaction? sense of self-achievement? Hee. Just try my best lor. ^^

Hms Papa's birthday is approaching... still mulling over what to get him? Any suggestions? Currently, sis and I are considering giving him a NDS Lite too. Then he and my mama can play! They love my DS games. So cute rite! haha~

Kinda broke to afford the DS though, so is sis. Plus, Christmas is coming and I wanna go shopping! For myself la! And my dear darling! Aiyohs. Like very long never splurge on myself & dar le. Not including the Jay Chou concert tix ar. =X

Got the urge to booze too. Didn't drink much last last Fri at Walawala, but yeps, the music is good. =) And I really enjoyed my dearest PW, K & MH's company. Highlight for that night though, was the cab ride home with this "fortune-telling" cabbie. And god, was he accurate. For all 4 of us. With just a single look, he can tell us our character, and he was good. Damn good. *stunned*

Anyways, helped mh to get her DS too! So happy now got sista to play with me. Haha we can ostracize ourselves in the next KNS outing le. =P

Guess that's all for now. Some things for me to keep in mind: Train for StanChart, practise my drumming, play my DS in MODERATION, listen to Jay's latest album, finish watching Heroes Season 1!!! Yikes. Should do something about my studies.

So much to do(i.e. play), so little time!


Thursday, November 1, 2007
Gotta Stop Being Emo Too
1:08 PM

Thy Secret Sadness

Sorrow permeates the depths of the Night.
Every toss, every turn,
Creates endless frustration.
Restlessness ultimately leads to desperate flight.

E
ventually, these
all
trace
back
to
Thy Secret Sadness


Gotta Get My Life Back On Track
12:25 PM

One reason why I love art, media & design:

When you know so much. feel so much. hurt so much.
When you think too much. wonder as such.
And it all boils over, overflow, makes you wanna show...

(Use a medium - express yourself!)
Be it
In words - poetry or prose;
In colours - art or design;
In sounds - music or video.

Just let it touch...
Someone. Somebody.

Let it linger...
In the souls of strangers miles away.

And maybe, just maybe...
You might get to taste some form of a release.

Savour the Inspiration...
Feed your Spirit..
Most importantly, Set it Free.


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