Moody
s t a r m | s t August 29th, 2007
Entryless for the past week yet my drafts are accumulating by the day.
No time, no mood, no nothing.
I just don’t feel like it. *stamps foot* That’s all I can say.
Archive for August, 2007
One Litre of Tears
Protected: Price
s t a r m | s t August 21st, 2007
- the core , the sentimental lover
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Protected: Purest of Pain
s t a r m | s t August 20th, 2007
- the core , the sentimental lover
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If
s t a r m | s t August 19th, 2007
If there is a God, then why do good people suffer from horrible diseases / illnesses which are untreatable [and eventually die from them]?
Remind Me Not
s t a r m | s t August 18th, 2007
Remind me not, remind me not,
Of those beloved, those vanish’d hours,
When all my soul was given to thee;
Hours that may never be forgot,
Till Time unnerves our vital powers,
And thou and I shall cease to be.Can I forget—canst thou forget,
When playing with thy golden hair,
How quick thy fluttering heart did move?
Oh! by my soul, I see thee yet,
With eyes so languid, breast so fair,
And lips, though silent, breathing love.When thus reclining on my breast,
Those eyes threw back a glance so sweet,
As half reproach’d yet rais’d desire,
And still we near and nearer prest,
And still our glowing lips would meet,
As if in kisses to expire.And then those pensive eyes would close,
And bid their lids each other seek,
Veiling the azure orbs below;
While their long lashes’ darken’d gloss
Seem’d stealing o’er thy brilliant cheek,
Like raven’s plumage smooth’d on snow.I dreamt last night our love return’d,
And, sooth to say, that very dream
Was sweeter in its phantasy,
Than if for other hearts I burn’d,
For eyes that ne’er like thine could beam
In Rapture’s wild reality.Then tell me not, remind me not,
Of hours which, though for ever gone,
Can still a pleasing dream restore,
Till Thou and I shall be forgot,
And senseless, as the mouldering stone
Which tells that we shall be no more.- Lord George Byron
Bluey
s t a r m | s t August 17th, 2007
the neverending-ness of it all
haven’t i learnt my lesson?
round and round in circles
no answers to my pleading questions
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing
is you
lonely shadows, separate and missing
invisible tomorrows hide, in the dark
since everything is bound to end
why let it start?
The Secret of Love
s t a r m | s t August 14th, 2007
This article on Juicypout’s lj piqued my interest.
01 Jan 2007
The Secret of Love
Dr Tan Chong KeeWe all have a list of what our ‘right’ person must be: he or she must be attractive enough, rich enough, has a good enough job, has a high enough social status… and then they must be funny enough, intelligent enough, generous enough, patient enough, good enough in bed… and then they must be willing to pick me up from work, not get angry when I cancel on a dinner date, laugh at all my jokes, dresses the way I like, think the way I do… Sure, some of the items on the list are the bare essential items that let you know you have met the ‘right’ person – and they are different for different people. But if they are causing us never to meet anyone ‘right’, then it is probably a good idea to examine that list more closely to find out what is going on.
Why is it still so hard to find the right person even after reducing our list to the bare essentials? Even if we start a relationship with someone who meets all our core essentials, somehow, something goes wrong along the way. Let me admit right away that I tried for years to find one myself but have so far only several close hits but no true success story to report. And I looked at my friends who are so in love. What makes them the ‘right’ person for each other? What is their secret? How do people who are truly right for each other recognise each other? What is it that they look for in another that tells them: yes, this is the one for me? I really wanted to know so that I could find mine.
Negligence
s t a r m | s t August 11th, 2007
Have been having a very bad flare up of eczema ever since I fell sick two weeks ago til now, which caused me many sleepless nights and itchyitchyitchyitchy days. The constant nose bleeding kinda scares me too, I can be sitting quietly and the blood just comes. Why, what caused all these all over again?
Why, WHY??
BECAUSE THE DOCTOR GAVE ME MEDICATIONS WHICH HAVE COMPONENTS OF OTHER MEDICATIONS WHICH I AM ALLERGIC TO.
Wth. TWICE have I informed them that I’m allergic to Aspirin, Ampicillin and Brufen. TWICE, I have told them to check and they said everything is fine. And it is only through research online that I found this out. WTF is the doctor doing??
I have only managed to get the itchiness toned down in Feb this year after 7 months of pain. Itchiness is underrated. Eczema is frustration that nobody can understand unless they have it themselves [and it is not contagious so don’t bloody worry]. A simple seemingly harmless, almost invisible bump can cause many a sleepless night. I have many of them, and they are not subsiding. This constant pain and itchiness is driving me nuts and it’s been taking me a whole lot of will power to keep my stress level and frustrations under control. Every night I sleep, cold and icy, in an air-conditioned room, and relief is merely temporary. Whatever little social activities have been stopped totally simply because I itch and have no mood to stay out. And mostly, I hate the bumps that are appearing everywhere! Call me vain or whatever, I don’t care, I freaking hate the bumps!
So thank you doctor, for your negligence. Thank you doctor, for being so bloody arrogant and not checking. THANK YOU doctor, I put my trust in you to heal me but you did the exact opposite. Thankeffingyou.
/rudeness
/attitude
/tears
/angst
/rant.
Where Rainbows End
s t a r m | s t August 10th, 2007
In the end, everybody leaves and nobody stays.
I yearn for my miracle, but it’s not here.
- the core
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