Monday, March 17, 2008.

O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumed tincture of the roses,
Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly
When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:
But, for their virtue only is their show,
They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade,
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made:
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
When that shall fade, my verse distills your truth.

- William Shakespeare

{ 2:36 AM }

My VC mates were talking about dream guy/girl.

I was wondering...

Does everyone have a dream guy/girl in their mind?

I think the answer is yes and no.

Must he/she always be the perfect guy/girl?

OR can he or she be someone who you happen to meet on the streets?

In reality, you probably wouldn't get what you dream for.

Salute to those who actually achieve that .

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On the other hand,

There's a phrase:

You believe that you do, then you do.

Ironic

*My dream guy is actually not my dream guy.

Does everyone encounter that?

{ 2:21 AM }

"Truth needs no colour with his colour fixed,
Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay,
But best is best, if never intermixed"?

{ 2:09 AM }

One of my irritating friend gave me this topic:

*Happiness*

to blog about.

Sounds simple..

The more simple it is, the more sophisticated it is.

Definition of happiness for every individual is different.

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Fulfiling dreams/goals are happiness for some.

Win lottery?? for some are happiness.

Being a millionaire.

Being a doctor.

or even

Being a politican.

Or etc.

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To be continued...

{ 1:52 AM }

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed
When not to be receives reproach of being,
And the just pleasure lost, which is so deemed
Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing.
For why should others' false adulterate eyes.'

{ 1:41 AM }