something just hit me.

i shouldn't be doing all this. i have to set my priorities right. afterall i don't think it will last.

it won't i guess.

though i hope it will.

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a long-awaited entry finally.

i've changed from a Lawry's server to a Lawry's office girl. 10am-6pm. you might think how great are the working hours and stuffs. but try being in there, i hate the regimentation.

Rui Xian,

in your Cinderella story, you'd get to Live Happily Ever After
When it comes to setting goals, you're not afraid to reach high. How else would you explain wanting to be the belle of the ball, winning the heart of the prince, showing those evil stepsisters who's boss, and ruling the kingdom? You're a girl with goals, and you go after them.

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mood: poetrical

Alone
From childhood's hour I have not been As others were;

I have not seen As others saw;

I could not bring My passions from a common spring.

From the same source I have not taken My sorrow;

I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone;

And all I loved, I loved alone.

Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain,

From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold,

From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by,

From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view.

-Edgar Allan Poe

Of Pearls and Stars
The pearly treasures of the sea,
The lights that spatter heaven above,
More precious than these wonders are
My heart-of-hearts filled with your love.
The ocean's power, the heavenly sights
Cannot outweigh a love filled heart.
And sparkling stars or glowing pearls
Pale as love flashes, beams and darts.
So, little, youthful maiden come
Into my ample, feverish heart
For heaven and earth and sea and sky
Do melt as love hath melt my heart.
- Heinrich Heine

Road Not Taken, The
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that, the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -- I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

- Robert Lee Frost

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