Sudokulistic

I began to look forward to The Star every day now. They have this puzzle called Sudoku, with a cover story last Sunday, I think. It's quite an addictive puzzle, frankly speaking, once you have solved the first. The rule is easy; every row, every column of every 3x3 box must contain the numbers 1 to 9 exactly and only once.
Just leaf through the Section Two of The Star, or surf www.thestaronline.com for further info. Or you can also go to www.sudoku.org.uk for the puzzle archive. The latter's site is not much of a website, just a few things here and there, and also a blog for the sudokulist, heheh..

Yesterday, while preparing a nice sumptuous dinner, Criz mentioned that I always managed to hook up all the cute guys in class. But never stay long enough with them. I just realised that I don't really have the guts to keep the cute guys. They will eventually get on my nerve, and in the end I would struggle to quit the relationship...

Cute guys are nice to see, nice to hold. Once hooked, you're the one considered sold. Not them. I was (and still) close with two of the most sought-after guys in the batch, without the strings attached. One might say that I was attracted to them physically. I admit it was true for the first one. He wasn't cute, he was the handsome type. And I guess we both went out for that reason. I was the popular girl, and he was THE guy. Darn him! He almost kissed me! Wished he did...

Melancholia

Sometimes I feel that it is better to die,
when hope is frail and love is so far.
To lose faith, I shall not.
But to stay strong, I am afraid.

What is there for me, God?
Is this a test or just another passerby?
Am I just one of his lovers aplenty?
Or am I destined to share his soul?
Why can't he make up his mind?
Why can't I have this happy moment last?

I love him,
I love him not.
He loves me,
He loves me not.

No one to share with,
No one to confide in.
Where would I stand?
Am I the diamond,
or another grain in the sand?
Am I the star, that brightly lit the sky?
Am I the dark sweet night,
lulling him to sleep with my lullaby.

Will I be forgotten, like the the lost city in the sea.
To be discovered when all is left are ruins.
To live I feel heavy,
To die I would sin.
To love I have plenty,
To receive I have yet one.
To whom I shall cry?

For I find solace in no one but you.
My life is stark darkness without you.
But for how long?

Blogging My Mind

When I first started this blog (or should I say, when I first fill in the empty spaces), I wasn't anticipating for people to read it. Even now. Only if you happens to stumble upon this simple piece, then you are most welcomed to read it. My blog is nothing like Kenny Sia's, whos blog is a daily ritual, my breakfast. I love his entries, but I wouldn't emulate him. Nor will I blog like minishorts, another of my favourites.

Well, some might ask then, what's the point of publishing my thoughts, my activities, racy and clean, politically incorrect some would say, on the net? I could be charge, ya know... I'm bound to the rules of ethics.

Answer: I like to see them on the net. That's all folks!