s t a r m | s t February 27th, 2004
Playing your song over and over again and thinking of the things you’ve said today, and I can’t help but feel incredibly sad for you, cos things didn’t turn out the way you wished it to..
I’m sorry you are still feeling this way.. I’m sorry there’s nothing I can do to make you feel better… And I’m sorry I can’t do anything to turn the situation around….
I’m so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
‘Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won’t leave me alone
These wounds won’t seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream I’d fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I’m bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me
These wounds won’t seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time cannot erase
I’ve tried so hard to tell myself that you’re gone
But though you’re still with me
I’ve been alone all along
May you two find love together once more someday… And then you’ll never have a reason to sing this song again.
s t a r m | s t February 26th, 2004
Welcome to Club 21, Karter..
Happy birthday! Thanks for inviting me to your celebration, you were a great host..
And..
Happy belated birthday, Jenni mei. I miss you loads…
Hope life has been treating you well..
s t a r m | s t February 24th, 2004
You have a fiery soul. You aren’t the quickest to
get angered, but when you do get angry, things
can go really wrong really fast. You are generally
very passionate in the things you do.
What force is your soul?
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s t a r m | s t February 23rd, 2004
After 7 straight hours (11pm to 6am, mind you) of slogging for the LMS minor, Ms Ho, JerryQ and I managed to churn out a brilliant high D essay for our tutor. Ok, so it hasn’t been graded yet and I doubt it is of high D material but one can always dream.
What really amazed me was that we accomplished the feat; research and all, within the comfort of our own homes. Sure, it would be easy to do so if it was an individual essay, but a group essay is an entirely different matter as different viewpoints and approaches to the question will arise, disrupting and slowing down the flow of the work process. Group dynamics, they call it, whoever they are. It didn’t help that we were not doing it together, as in, in the same location.
Coming together by MSN, we exchanged files, information, references, (and confusion, curses, laughter and yawns) and everything else under the sun for the minor, and succeeded in finishing the dreaded essay. The wonders of internet. Never will I underestimate the power of MSN anymore.
s t a r m | s t February 19th, 2004
In response to the other half’s post on Thursday…
s t a r m | s t February 15th, 2004
He gave me a diamond ring for Valentine’s day. A diamond ring. *faints*
And I thought this happens only in fairy tales…
s t a r m | s t February 14th, 2004
Never knew I could feel like this
Like I’ve never seen the sky before
I want to vanish inside your kiss
Every day i’m loving you more than thisListen to my heart, can you hear it sings
Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change, winter to spring
But I love you until the end of time
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace
Suddenly my life doesn’t seem such a waste
It all revolves around you
And there’s no mountain too high
No river too wide
Sing out this song and I’ll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather
And stars may collide
But I love you until the end of time
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day
s t a r m | s t February 11th, 2004
World Vision finally sent me the love loaf that I’ve requested for more than a month ago. Figured since I can’t do the expensive child sponsorship programme, nor can I spare the time for an overseas community project at the moment, I shall then contribute by participating in the love loaf programme.
A love loaf is actually a plastic coin box shaped like a loaf of bread to symbolise how it can be bread of life for children and families in need. Oh, but it is just a coin box, it’s nothing special, some of you may think/say/feel. But at least the contribution, however small, goes to the fund for providing struggling families and children with necessities. And if doing this speaks comfort to a hurting child, and brings a ray of hope in his despair, then I’m glad I’m doing it, instead of sitting my butt around moaning about how life suxs or how unfair life is.
The people who make a difference are not the ones with the credentials, but the ones with the concern.
- Max Lucado
s t a r m | s t February 3rd, 2004
It is a beautiful thing. The immense craftmanship you feel when you take it into your hands. The weight that spread and balance perfectly on your arms. The crisp timbre. Each and every sexy curve of the body. The smooth, silent action of the light, sensitive balanced keys. And the resonance! It differs from one to another. Some warm and vibrant, some light and delicate, and others, deep and velvety.. The loveliest ones come with crystal mouthpieces which, in turn, produce a richer intonation.
Yes, it is a beautiful instrument, the alto saxophone. Yes, the alto. Not the soprano, which is well-liked by the masses. Yes, I can play it, though not as well as I want to. (I don’t quite understand why so many people questioned my ability to play it.. *frowns*) When I saved up my first $10,000, I shall purchase my Yanagisawa A-9937.
