s t a r m | s t August 29th, 2004
I am angry.
And everytime I see the way things are turning out, I get angrier. And more disappointed. And sadder.
With the situation(s). With myself. With anyone who gets near me. With everyone.
Anger can make people pretty irrational sometimes.
Maybe it’s the pressure I placed on myself. The expectations of others. The expectations I have of others. Or school stress. Or the way my life has become; a race against time, a race with no time to even feel or think about how I’m feeling. Or whatever.
I just feel like I’m being pushed to the edge of the cliff, and there’s no other way to go except down.
s t a r m | s t August 24th, 2004
When the advertising firm that my group was supposed to collaborate with for our ‘Managing Strategically’ project decided to pull out at the last minute, we were thrown into panic. Thankfully, Dee found a long-forgotton namecard hidden somewhere in the depths of her wallet and saved us by contacting the guy, who happen to work for another advertising organization.
Overwhelmed with relief, I didn’t take much notice of the namecard that was being passed around in the group. It was just a namecard, with the name of the company, the name of the guy and his contact numbers. But when Meimei flipped it over, suddenly it was not a normal namecard, nor a normal organization anymore; at least not to me.
s t a r m | s t August 21st, 2004
And now I’ll take my chance on you, baby
and I’ll forget about those words like if and maybe
I am gonna make my dream come true
And my dream is you.
s t a r m | s t August 19th, 2004
Assigned the arduous task of vetting and editing everyone’s individual BGGC interim journals, I noticed something about one of my groupmate’s work.
While everyone overshot their wordcount by at least 50 words of the maximum 200 words allowed, Glen the Man happily and quietly kept his commentaries to the minimum amount of 100 words exactly, for all three journals. How he does it, I don’t know.
That’s what we call a man of few words.
s t a r m | s t August 18th, 2004
You know you are not well-liked when you look down from heaven and see this sad rock of a tombstone your friends erected for you.
s t a r m | s t August 16th, 2004
Why, such is love’s transgression.
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown
Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;
Being vex’d a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears:
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
s t a r m | s t August 16th, 2004
Just want to thank the following people, you know what you did. =)
Beebs, KK, Ms Ho, Meimei, Jerryq, Mrm and Himura Kenshin. *bows*
s t a r m | s t August 15th, 2004
As you readers noticed, I gave my blog a complete overhaul. However, there is a teensy weensy problem (two actually); my tag-board stubbornly refused to appear even though it has been entered into the html, and though the comments has been enabled, it is not appearing as well. Can any kind souls help me, pul-lease?
s t a r m | s t August 14th, 2004
I said I didn’t come here to leave you
I didn’t come here to lose
I didn’t come here believing I would ever be
away from you
I didn’t come here to find out
There’s a weakness in my faith
I was brought here by the power of love
Love by grace
s t a r m | s t August 14th, 2004
Instead of spending a quiet night in and catching up on much-needed sleep as planned, I ended up at Rouge (the former Milieu; that place sure brings back memories) with the Xtomic people. It wasn’t my kind of scene at all, I didn’t really want to club (ok fine, I want to, but not at Rouge). But the temptation to hang out with stomic was hard to resist since I have not seen them for quite some time. Besides, I was curious about Wicked Aura Batucada, a percussion band, who was invited to perform a few sets there. And I need to let off some steam.
Wicked Aura was impressive indeed. I found myself staring awestruck at them from the moment they started playing. The beauty of their coordination, the precision, the way they swayed to their music, the rhythm that they drummed up which pounded into me… I could just go on and on. They are good. Unfortunately when I looked around Rouge, it seemed to me that most of the NUS BizAd people (it was the BizAd bash) didn’t know how to appreciate this kind of music. Hmmmm, what a waste.
That was the only highlight of the night though (actually something interesting occurred but that’s a story for another time). We left the place before 12 midnight cos the place was boring and Rouge started playing house music which was horrible, at least to my ears. Sister and I headed home in an NR5 shortly after; the cheapest way home.
