Sunday, March 19, 2006
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Wednesday, March 15, 2006
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Sunday, March 12, 2006
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singin' in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me
Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me
While I'm alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me
Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longin' to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
| Just walked home from Bugis... next time I'll try that when I'm not wearing heels ^^; Interesting to realise that Singapore is rather small after all. Took only a little more than 3 hours.
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Sunday, March 05, 2006
The next thing I plan to do is get down to some major spring-cleaning. That includes everything from clothes to the friendlist on the sidebar of this blog... been letting things wallow and build-up for too long. I need to throw away the old and useless stuff to make way for new and better things! =D
Don't know why I suddenly feel this urge to "resume control of my life" (although those of you who know me well enough would probably realise that I'm plenty anal retentive and probably really don't need to be more of a control-freak =P)
I guess it's the realisation that I'm coming to an end of a phase in my life. Next sem I begin my last year in university, and I will be graduating (hopefully) in mid-2007... no longer a student. I sincerely hope I won't end up trapped in some dull work routine, but at any rate things are going to change.
No, it's not the end of the world. But it's the end of a big part of what used to be my world.
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Saturday, March 04, 2006
I don't know, the title sounds crappy already. And they've casted Leonardo DiCaprio and Matt Damon ^^; I'm cringing even though I actually like Matt Damon. They're going to turn it into some Irish Mafia thing set in Boston, which means Matt Damon, since he's good at doing the Southie accent and hung out at Boston for a while, is going to have to be the Mafia guy? Or maybe he'll have to be the cop... it's hard to tell, come to think of it. Haha...
It's amazing they haven't tried to make 'Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon' angmoh-nised yet.
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Friday, March 03, 2006
(by Pablo Neruda)
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight;
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
And I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large still eyes?
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her; To feel that I've lost her.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the verses fall to the soul as dew to grass.
What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her?
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.
As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.
The same night whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.
I no longer love her, true; but how much I loved her.
My voice searches the wind to touch her ear.
Someone else's. She will be someone else's.
When she once belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, true; but maybe I love her?
Love is so short and forgetting so long.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is now lost without her.
Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.
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