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Farewell! Thou art too dear for my possessing
Thursday, July 08, 2010

Farewell! Thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou know'st thy estimate,
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
My bonds in thee are all determinate.
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting,
And for that riches where is my deserving?
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
And so my patent back again is swerving.
Thyself thou gav'st, thy own worth then not knowing,
Or me, to whom thou gav'st it, else mistaking;
So thy great gift upon misprision growing,
Comes home again, on better judgement making.
Thus have I had thee as a dream doth flatter,
In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.

happy birthday ng liting.

at the age of 21, i'm glad to say that i've manage to pass my birthday the way i want to.

nothing forced on me,

no fake smiles, no tiring parties during which i dont know where to place my hands..

i think not being peer pressured and forced by societal rules into a typical 21st is a small mark of my growth into an adult. no compromising. i like.

and since i fancy myself a lit student, a sonnet by our favourite mr shakespeare to end it all.

read it carefully, im not sure how much i understand of it but its a good poem.
i have had such good times with you and you are precious to me. lets keep it this way before disintegration takes place. you shall remain a king in my dreams, and lets never wake over in this world.

farewell withoutwax! thou art too dear for my possessing indeed.

new website here!

9:32 PM

Wednesday, July 07, 2010

i have decided to move to lj.
eh shawna its not difficult to use, the same as blogs.
i don't like how abandoned withoutwax feels.. altho its sad. everything is over here. but its not gone... its just. here. そのままで。でっしょ？
like what ah xin said,
有些人變成相片　堆在角落　灰塵像雪一般冰凍
ok my blog is not a person. but thats how i feel about you..
making use of personification here thanks :)
you were just always there. yes i've abandoned you time and time again but being inanimate you never complained and never left me (well lets ignore its inability to).
and now you will remain there and once again watch me depart.
i know in years to come i will revisit you relive my life through all your words.
so please don't go?

your words are essentially mine and therefore you are a part of me.
how much time have i spent staring at my screen thinking of how to phrase the words?
how many times have something happened to me and i will think 'ah i must blog abt it!'
how much joy have you brought me? all those times when i laughed rereading some posts..
i remember there was once matong and i were rereading our posts and copy pasting them to each other, going omgggg do you rmb this!!! and we got all excited..
how many times have i sobbed while typing my posts?
and then returned to sob anew while rereading the posts?
when i felt angry and uncertain, i could only come to you. because i was afraid of how the world would judge me. only after i have arranged my thoughts did i dare to tell someone who could actually talk back.
you have seen me at my most hesitant state, more so than any of my friends. how many drafts do i have saved up inside you? without having published them, oddly, you manage to make me feel better simply by allowing me a space to type it all down.
thank you.

you have irrefutably become a documenter of my memories and not just that, but also a memory in itself. because you're not just a journal anymore you know. not merely a place where i write stuff. how do i say this.... lets just say you've gotten yourself quite a good place in my heart. so wait for me won't you? i know this is not our last together :)
tomorrow is my birthday.
ok i've decided tml will be my last post.
thus i end my ode to withoutwax (':

1:28 AM