s t a r m | s t November 30th, 2007
The thing about my workplace is, most of my colleagues are very humourous people, and despite working under constant stress and at top speed [at most times], they still manage to keep their humour intact and turn frustrating situations into funny ones [behind closed doors, of course].
s t a r m | s t November 27th, 2007
once upon a time, there lived a heart. she resided deep within a body, breathing beating brooding; she existed.
now this heart, she [i call her a she because this heart, she is a soft one, and females are generally softer than males] was not a whole heart. she was recovering from hurting some other heart because she was hurting from a hurt which happened some heartbreak back, and this hurt made her unconsciously hurt the some-other heart.
unexpectedly, along came Today, which is technically a Yesterday now because Today happened many months back, and Today brought with him the lights of Tomorrow, which became promises of Tomorrow as time went by.
the healing of the heart sped up, and she lived laughed and loved - fearfully, uncertainly, cautiously, but lived laughed and loved she did. at times she caught glances of Forever with Today, which scared her because she has never seen him before and he is, in the heart’s eye, ever so grand, unbelievable and unreachable [but in truth Fairy God-Forever was a wise gentle being, really].
however as non-fairytales go, one day Tomorrow never arrived with Today and Fairy God-Forever went away with him. the little heart fell apart and embarked on a lonely journey to find them, but ended up lost in neverwhere.
while meandering her way around neverwhereland, she met many different voices who stopped by to talk to her. these voices, she cannot say much about them because they remain mysteries to her, like how there are always mysterious characters in non-fairytales. the voices told her many things, making her increasingly confused and pained about her yesterdays with Today, causing her steps to falter, causing her to fall down repeatedly. hard.
still the valiant little heart struggled on, in the neverending neverwhere. searching, wanting, wishing and never getting.
poor silly little broken heart. nobody ever told her that the only way out is for someone to really kill her physically, not that she is very hap-hap-happily alive now, but well.
many yesterdays ago, Today mentioned the hatred of a dead heart [??]. but irony is as irony goes - the process of it is created by all that have happened. because of that one chance. letting the heart think they have a chance, along, letting her live and then.. and there is nothing worse in the world than making one believe [s]he has a chance when [s]he really doesn’t.
so the death of the heart is the heart’s fate [the mind is elected to kill her], and here endeth the story of a heart that has loved [not well, but] ever so deeply but has to die, happily never after.
s t a r m | s t November 27th, 2007
[Never thought I'll be doing a food entry.]
A couple of us met up for dinner at Aston on Saturday evening.
The place was crowded and there was a queue when we arrived. Thank goodness for two of them who reached slightly earlier and were already in the queue. Arigatou gozaimasu!
Most of us ordered the prime ribeye xtracut, which is reasonably priced at SGD15.90.
Grouses:The waiters look really confused and blur, fumbling around with our orders several times over before getting everything right.
A friend’s xtracut was more than medium rare and he kept poking at the bloody tough meat [pun intended] in consternation throughout the meal.
But mine was done just fine. 
Yummy goodness. I love steak. Steak is good.
We headed down to Ice Cream Chefs thereafter. As you can see, I didn’t spend much time taking photos, but decided to enjoy the company and conversation instead.
He was doing a manicure for her.
All in all, I’d say I give 4 out of 5 stars for food, 2 stars for atmosphere [it was really difficult for proper convos in the noisy place], 1 star for location [ahem], 4 stars for [relative] price and 2.5 stars for service at Aston.
As for Ice Cream Chefs, 3.5 stars for food, 3 stars for atmosphere, 1 star for location, 3.5 stars for [relative] price and 3.5 stars for service. Overall pleasant experience.
Addresses & Contacts:
Aston Specialties
119/121 East Coast Road
Tel: 62477857 63462131
Operation Hours: 11.30 AM - 11:00 PM
Close on Mondays
Ice Cream Chefs
520 East Coast Road #01-06
Tel: 64466355
Operation Hours: Mondays - Thursday: 1pm to 10pm Friday - Sundays & Eve. of PH: 1pm to 11:00pm
s t a r m | s t November 25th, 2007
wispy night
soft whispers
souls
come together
our dance
steady beat
your smile
in my mind
my hand
in yours
if only
dreams come true
here i am
waiting
s t a r m | s t November 24th, 2007
Every now and then you hear a[n obscure or not very well-known] song and it’s so hauntingly beautiful and sad it breaks your heart.
‘Falling Awake’ by Gary Jules - The scene where they took Mr O’Malley Snr off life support.
‘Ache’ by James Carrington - This song was in ‘Smallville’.
‘Only Human’ by K - From ‘One Litre of Tears’.
‘Run’ by Snow Patrol - I chanced upon this song by accident recently. Popular song, but thought I’ll just put it in here anyway ‘cos it’s nice.
s t a r m | s t November 20th, 2007
Happy birthday, you. All the best for your exams.
s t a r m | s t November 19th, 2007
It is true, what they say, about how long a person can take to recover from losing someone the wrong way [is there ever a right way anyway?].
It’s been a year, friend. How have you been? I cannot help but think of you more often these days. My heart still hurts, when I think about the things that went on last year. I remember how she cut short her trip and flew back just in time to send you off. I remember how I couldn’t utter a single word for hours after receiving the news. I remember all the tears, the trauma, the fear, the pain from the people around who love you. I remember the rain that went on every morning after, and the sun that burned when we finally saw you off. I remember, I remember, and I remember you.
Friend, I miss you, every day.
s t a r m | s t November 18th, 2007
I dreamt, it hurts til it stuns, and I can’t even cry.
whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy
s t a r m | s t November 17th, 2007
From the birthday gal. Pondered over whether I should reveal that much about me here, and decided to can the first part of the meme.
W H O . W A S . T H E . L A S T . P E R S O N . T H A T?
1. You hung out with?: Luvphobia.
2. Saw you cry: Rn.
3. Went to the movies with you?: Luvphobia.
4. You went to the mall with?: Mrm.
5. You went to dinner with?: Joel & Roy.
6. You talked on the phone to?: Rn.
7. Said ‘I love you’ to you and really meant it?: Someone.
8. Made you laugh?: Luvphobia.
