A Sonnet to Share

The heart once broken is a heart no more,
And is absolved from all a heart must be;
All that it signed or chartered heretofore
Is cancelled now,
the bankrupt heart is free;
So much of duty as you may require
Of shards and dust,
this and no more of pain,
This and no more of hope, remorse, desire,
The heart once broken need support again.
How simple 'tis, and what a little sound
It makes in breaking, let the world attest:
It struggles, and it fails; the world goes round,
And the moon follows it.
Heart in my breast,'
Tis half a year now since you broke in two;
The world's forgotten well; if the world knew.

-Edna St Vincent Millay

I just thought this set the mood better. I have been dreaming a bit about the past. Despite the lack of sleep, I still can dream. And oh so vividly.

I'm scared to fall asleep right now. But I know I have to try.

Finally!

I have finally gotten a new laptop. My old one, as mentioned or whined about earlier, was dying. Father and mother are taking over it. My heart is glad.

Yet, what I have now, a HP nx 6120, does not have the same feel as my own one.

Even as I use this one now, I miss my old white baby.

I do not like this one, it looks normal and somehow, hasn't managed to sqeeze its way into my heart.

I should not go on.

I am leaving for Adelaide on Friday.

What is it about not being sure where you want to be?

It's late. And my head hurts.

The winter olympics has been keeping me up with its strange unexplainable gay-like sports. The werid outfits and why must everything be skintight?

Also, as a side note, you know how all the participants are sponsered by Nike, Adidas and the such?

However, all of them, if they have eyewear, wear Oakleys.

All different shades, cuts and lenses, they are there.

A notable one is of the Dutch woman skater, who wears a striking yellow and blue pair.

Yes. I am tired.

Finally, sleep...

And She Was Gone...

"And She Was Gone"By Ginger Foutley

She chose to walk alone

Though others wondered why

Refused to look before her,

Kept eyes cast upwards,

Towards the sky.

She didn't have companions

No need for earthly things.

Only wanted freedom,

From what she felt were

Puppet strings.

She longed to be a bird. That she might fly away.

She pitied every blade of grass

For planted they would stay.

She longed to be a flame,

That brightly danced alone.

Felt jealous of the steam

That made the air its only home.

Some say she wished too hard.

Some say she wished too long.

But we awoke one autumn day

To find that she was gone.

Some say she wished too hard.

Some say she wished too long.

But we awoke one autumn day

To find that she was gone.

The trees, they say stood witness.

The sky refused to tell.

But someone who had seen it said

The story played out well.

She spread her arms out wide.

Breathed in the break of dawn.

She just let go of all she held...

And then she was gone.

Happy Lunar New Year!

Hey all! Been ages since I wrote stuff, cause it's CHINESE NEW YEAR! Or Lunar new year, so as not to sound too racist.

Gong xi, gong xi!

So what exactly is so great about it?


The bak kwa, pineapple tarts, Aunty Betty's chocolate cookies and the hong baos! The bad part is the relatives. I was forced to listen to a young cousin play the piano. *groan* And another one bitching bout failing his driving test. And a whole bunch nudging me and asking if I had a boyfriend. Even when I told the truth, NO, it was "it's ok, tell auntie the truth, I promise I won't tell your mother."

Eugene and me have been chilling out a lot recently, smoking shisha, coffeeing and such. I can't believe how much I actually missed him when I was in Adelaide and he was here. In singapore. Yes, Eug, I am talking bout you.

Don't ask me about my obsession with flowers, by the way Phil, any photos you like, just use it on your website. I don't mind. :)

And, just showing off...

I had DURIANS! Loads and loads of them! *breathes hard*

If I still have your attention, please please please do me a favor. Send me a nice fat hong bao. I need it more than you will ever know. The old laptop is dying, aptly named Old Poo. Cos it's white (use your imagination) and now the name is even more accurate cos it's old and on the edge of death. The internal bits are rotting.

I need a new laptop, suggestions? Anyone? On what to get?

Lastly, Happy New Year!

PS Eugene, ibook, I know... My father ah, he no like.