Project! Argh!

Hi all, this is a surprise visit from...(drum roll)...the owner! :P Yesh, I was asked to come online to see my Dearest's blogpost. Haha. So I decided to put out one post myself. =)

Before I go on, quote of the day (I found this Yahoo! advertisement extremely hilarious):

"Spammers giveth,
SpamGuard taketh away."

For those of you who dunno, I'm leaving this blog to rot until the exams are over. HA. 'Cos I'm chao stressed right now, with too much to do (why oh why do I always get into such situations!). I'm beginning to be quite sick of work...

But oh well, this is 1chance2laff, not 1chance2cry, so I'm not gonna cry here. But rather, let me speak of happy things! Like how sweet my Dearest has been! :D

Last week she gave me this itsty-bitsy card with many folds. I was quite stunned to receive it--it's handmade, small, cute, and full of sweet nothings! HAHAHA. (I'm not going to read it out here, you know, 'cos it's only...FOR ME. *lol*) And I was quite shocked lor, first time I receive something like this!

Aye, I read thru her last few posts. Know that she often laments not being able to spend enough time with me. Nonetheless I really really am thankful for such an understanding girlfriend. Hopefully, next time things won't be so hard. *wipes a tear*

Oh well, I shall stop here. My project awaits me. And I positively detest it.

Just to add to the aesthetic value of this post: here's To The Rose Upon The Rood of Time, by W.B. Yeats. (pronounced as Y+aid+s)

Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!
Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:
Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide;
The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet-eyed,
Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold;
And thine own sadness, where of stars, grown old
In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,
Sing in their high and lonely melody.
Come near, that no more blinded hy man's fate,
I find under the boughs of love and hate,
In all poor foolish things that live a day,
Eternal beauty wandering on her way.

Come near, come near, come near - Ah, leave me still
A little space for the rose-breath to fill!
Lest I no more bear common things that crave;
The weak worm hiding down in its small cave,
The field-mouse running by me in the grass,
And heavy mortal hopes that toil and pass;
But seek alone to hear the strange things said
By God to the bright hearts of those long dead,
And learn to chaunt a tongue men do not know.
Come near; I would, before my time to go,
Sing of old Eire and the ancient ways:
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days.