Monday, January 25, 2010
boring @ Starbucks
I am doing all these lame stuffs @ Starbucks.
Ahhhh. it's boring la.
i have piles of work to be done.
but i still do not have the mood to get it started.
obviously i haven't feel the pressure yet.
or i HAVE already feel stressful bout it? Darn.
ish. seriously need some help to push me to work.
i have piles of work to be done.
but i still do not have the mood to get it started.
obviously i haven't feel the pressure yet.
or i HAVE already feel stressful bout it? Darn.
ish. seriously need some help to push me to work.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
ours

i understand that it's hard for us to be together at times.
not knowing what will happen always makes me feel insecure.
but i really hope to stop the time at this moment.
it might no be the sweetest moment ever.
but it will always be a moment which worth to be remembered.
our memories. ours.
hope it will last.
love.
xoxo


I wandered lonely as a cloud
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high over vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
By : William Wordsworth.
That floats on high over vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
By : William Wordsworth.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Ish!!!
ish. after a whole day of tiring lectures,
this is what i got for dinner!
damn it. college food.
so discouraging T.T
this is what i got for dinner!
damn it. college food.
so discouraging T.T
Friday, January 8, 2010
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