Archive for November, 2006
More of the Same
s t a r m | s t November 26th, 2006
You’re a Bashful Kisser.
Sure you might be on the shy side as far as kissing goes, but that’s a quality more people than you might think really go for. When you were younger, was it hard for you to talk to new people — especially when it came to someone you were interested in? Yeah, we thought so.
Lucky for you, many people, back then, and now, think that shyness is adorable and a huge turn on. After all, there’s a comfort they get from the feeling that you don’t lock lips with just anyone.When it comes to kissing, you’re probably a little hesitant to try new techniques. Heck, you might even prefer to stick with gentle pecks until your date finally decides to take it further.
While shyness is nice, just remember not to get so anxious you forget to have fun! Know your comfort level, but experiment a little — even if that just means a public display of affection, or we dare you, a nice long kiss — eyes open, lights on!
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Moonmist
s t a r m | s t November 26th, 2006
Jumping on the bandwagon, just because I’m curious.
You are The Moon
Hope, expectations, Bright promises.
The Moon is a card of magic and mystery - when prominent you know that nothing is as it seems, particularly when it concerns relationships. All logic is thrown out the window.
The Moon is all about visions and illusions, madness, genius and poetry. This is a card that has to do with sleep, and so with both dreams and nightmares. It is a scary card in that it warns that there might be hidden enemies, tricks and falsehoods. But it should also be remembered that this is a card of great creativity, of powerful magic, primal feelings and intuition. You may be going through a time of emotional and mental trial; if you have any past mental problems, you must be vigilant in taking your medication but avoid drugs or alcohol, as abuse of either will cause them irreparable damage. This time however, can also result in great creativity, psychic powers, visions and insight. You can and should trust your intuition.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.
Hinc Illae Lacrimae
s t a r m | s t November 23rd, 2006
Why is it so difficult? I can’t bring myself to talk to anyone about it.
He is gone and he is not coming back.
God, it’s so hard to type this out, I don’t know what I’m doing, I don’t know why I’m writing this.
I will never laugh with you again. I can never hear your voice again. I am never going to see your self again.
It has been raining every evening since you went away. I never saw the rain start, because where I am, I can’t see it until I get out of the building. But on that morning when we sent you off, it was sunny and it was hot and the air was still. It seemed like a mockery of what I feel inside, what we all feel inside.
Sometimes I unconsciously reach for the phone to text you, to drop you my typical cheer-up messages, to ask about you. Today I typed in your email address in a mail and froze. My heart contricted painfully for a really long time. Noone saw how the tears welled up in my eyes, noone saw my trembling fingers erasing your address away, I think I hid it pretty well.
I want to talk about you, but I cannot because the words the tumbling emotions the unstable thoughts, they are all stuck inside. All I can talk about is what I do, or almost did, and nothing about feelings and what happened and the million questions and thoughts which are jostling for space in my mind.
Perhaps things would be more bearable if I could remember, really remember, that you’re gone and never forget it.
But I can’t do it. Not now.
Memento Mori
s t a r m | s t November 20th, 2006
Oh God, oh God, oh God…
Sometimes words just aren’t enough.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Oh God, you’re gone. My heart, it hurts so much.
Decent Decadence
s t a r m | s t November 18th, 2006
Yesterday was one mad amazing-race style day for me, what with squeezing in a lunch meet-up with two newfound friends, rushing back to office for a meeting marathon, heading to the North-Western side of Singapore to visit a friend, then back to the central for a birthday dinner gathering. And just when I thought coffee with the gang would be the last stop [methink they switched off the lights to chase us away], someone hit on this great idea to go clubbing. -_-” And I had to work today.
But the usual suspects went anyway and it was fun because of the company and because it was totally spontaneous. It was also funny because, save for the birthday girl, the rest of us were not dressed for the occasion. This is the first time I’m clubbing in slippers! Fern exclaimed in comic exasperation. You could bun up your hair, unbutton the last button on your top and do the Sexy Secretary thing, suggested Sis to me. And you’re wearing the jacket here in this hot place because…? a befuddled me asked Ah Dai.
Photos [because the xtomicers are such camwhores]!
From a sedate evening,
Some of the oldies, and one newbie.
Coffee and cakes and the education on the intricacies of human relationships at Starbucks.
to a slightly crazy night,
Pushing her everywhere.
Angel mei caught us idol-worshipping someone.
and to a decadent and hilarious morning.
Consequences
s t a r m | s t November 15th, 2006
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
I’m sorry, I can never apologise enough.
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
it may seems like I don’t care, but I do.
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
I have not stopped feeling rotten,
and horrible, and responsible.
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
I can’t bring myself to ask for forgiveness,
because even I am not able to forgive myself.
Ichi: Perhaps all I can say is that his happiness does not lie in your hands. You can’t choose where his happiness lies, only where your own will.
I don’t know, really.
Lost In Translation [III]
s t a r m | s t November 14th, 2006
Today I went to the back of the reception counter to check on the appointment file, intending to record down some new appointments when I saw a familiar Indonesian face. I smiled at him and returned to my checking of appointments when I heard the following exchange.
Receptionist [loudly]: ??????? [You took a plane to Singapore?] *using one cupped-down hand to make a gesture of a plane flying over the clouds*
I turned to see her gesture, and the man looking uncertain, so I took a step forward to interpret for him.
Indonesian man [earnestly]: Huh… ?…?? [Ride.. a horse?] *using his cupped-down hand to make the very same gesture*
There was a short acute confused silence.
I couldn’t take it. I turned back to my file as naturally as I can, stuffed my head into the file, and tried desperately to stop my body from shaking with my silent laughter.
Cold Winter Nights
s t a r m | s t November 13th, 2006
In the depths of winter, I need to find, within me, that invincible summer.
Refuge
s t a r m | s t November 12th, 2006
Refuge at meimei and adrian’s sanctuary.
Stufffing ourselves silly with food,
drifting virtual cars,
acting beng and ‘beo-ing’ meimei’s pretty sister,
happy birthdaying Bakzamgai,
and cuddling up all night long to take photos using the macbook.
