OBITUARY
quintessential.blogspot.com
19 June 2007 - 8 March 2008
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be,
For my unconquerable soul,
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced or cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments is the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
everybody, now wave goodbye to quintessential.blogspot.com
bow, bow, applause!
i'm permanently changing my blog server to WORDPRESS..
wordpress allows its users to password-ise blogposts and i feel thats really fair cos usually the certain stuffs that i really wanna vent out sometimes are just kept in due to privacy issues.
n there have been so many occasions where i feel like writing something down but held back n decided against it.
so the new blog add : http://amaretti.wordpress.com
i havent posted anything in it yet, just set it up. within these few days, might change the template n all as well. add in some nice graphics at the top.
and why amaretti? last xmas, i visited my aunt in london n she gave me a tin of amaretti virginia almond macaroons-like-biscuits. tell u the truth, i spat the biscuit out when it first melted on my tongue. the smell of almond was just too overwhelming n besides, its bitter! but the thing is, i love the tin! fully imported from Italy with some italian words on it and nice colourful frilly wrappers.. at first look, i'd really thought it was gonna be one hell of a tasteful biscuit. so beautiful on the outside - which brings me to realise that although first impressions are often how we judge something or someone, we should really just get a taste of the thing or person first before we move on to make an 'ultimatum' of it.
j-amaretti ~ Just little bitter things.
Crisp and crunchy on the outside and soft inside.
quintessential.blogspot.com
19 June 2007 - 8 March 2008
when she was brought to life one sunny afternoon just about less than a year ago, she knew her destiny was never too bright. her owner, seeing that blogging was one of the many 'in' things around, jumped on the bandwagon and like everyone else, created her just for the sole purpose of sharing inner thoughts and feelings, photographs, and many other nonsensical cetak rompak contents.
in the beginning, life was beautiful for Quintessential, in a land of blooming daffodils by day and twinkling stars by night. although born with a birth defect where she only looked black all her life, she didnt so much as to mind about her skin colour because thinking of her idol Optimus Prime, she had only one mission and only one in her mind - that is to serve her queen through and through. but never did she realise that as days passed her by like towns on a highway, her growing popularity had somewhat caused her to lose substance in her contents, all d time worrying about how others may react to certain subject matters and also the advice of a fellow relative to forbid the publishing of photographs.
days before she passed she led a very lonely, meaningless life.
her queen, well at least thats what she told me, got really caught up wif her own life and went into a state of remission where she only left Quintessential to dwell in the blogosphere alone. not only that, her queen began to write many incomplete posts and never bothered to finish them to be posted up. heck, even the only music in Quintessential's life became dry, boring and unattended with many broken links. remorseful as she might have felt, she never really did worry much because she trusted her queen would still care for her with TLC.
as the days passed, she began to feel the sharp excruciating pain of the after effects. she suddenly felt left-out, unbelonged to any social circle. not that she yearns to be a main character in any, but she only seeks acceptance. and not acceptance from any social circle, but the one she was in, the one she was so ever comfortable with, the one she thought she could spend her life together. the one where she serves her queen.
suddenly she felt lost in a whole big world. maybe she was just being sensitive, but the sensitivity became too overwhelming for her to bear.
she drew her last breath right after she gave me a light squeeze on the hand and shed a small isolated tear onto her cold and dark cheeks..
in the beginning, life was beautiful for Quintessential, in a land of blooming daffodils by day and twinkling stars by night. although born with a birth defect where she only looked black all her life, she didnt so much as to mind about her skin colour because thinking of her idol Optimus Prime, she had only one mission and only one in her mind - that is to serve her queen through and through. but never did she realise that as days passed her by like towns on a highway, her growing popularity had somewhat caused her to lose substance in her contents, all d time worrying about how others may react to certain subject matters and also the advice of a fellow relative to forbid the publishing of photographs.
days before she passed she led a very lonely, meaningless life.
her queen, well at least thats what she told me, got really caught up wif her own life and went into a state of remission where she only left Quintessential to dwell in the blogosphere alone. not only that, her queen began to write many incomplete posts and never bothered to finish them to be posted up. heck, even the only music in Quintessential's life became dry, boring and unattended with many broken links. remorseful as she might have felt, she never really did worry much because she trusted her queen would still care for her with TLC.
as the days passed, she began to feel the sharp excruciating pain of the after effects. she suddenly felt left-out, unbelonged to any social circle. not that she yearns to be a main character in any, but she only seeks acceptance. and not acceptance from any social circle, but the one she was in, the one she was so ever comfortable with, the one she thought she could spend her life together. the one where she serves her queen.
suddenly she felt lost in a whole big world. maybe she was just being sensitive, but the sensitivity became too overwhelming for her to bear.
she drew her last breath right after she gave me a light squeeze on the hand and shed a small isolated tear onto her cold and dark cheeks..
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be,
For my unconquerable soul,
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced or cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments is the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
everybody, now wave goodbye to quintessential.blogspot.com
bow, bow, applause!
i'm permanently changing my blog server to WORDPRESS..
wordpress allows its users to password-ise blogposts and i feel thats really fair cos usually the certain stuffs that i really wanna vent out sometimes are just kept in due to privacy issues.
n there have been so many occasions where i feel like writing something down but held back n decided against it.
so the new blog add : http://amaretti.wordpress.com
i havent posted anything in it yet, just set it up. within these few days, might change the template n all as well. add in some nice graphics at the top.
and why amaretti? last xmas, i visited my aunt in london n she gave me a tin of amaretti virginia almond macaroons-like-biscuits. tell u the truth, i spat the biscuit out when it first melted on my tongue. the smell of almond was just too overwhelming n besides, its bitter! but the thing is, i love the tin! fully imported from Italy with some italian words on it and nice colourful frilly wrappers.. at first look, i'd really thought it was gonna be one hell of a tasteful biscuit. so beautiful on the outside - which brings me to realise that although first impressions are often how we judge something or someone, we should really just get a taste of the thing or person first before we move on to make an 'ultimatum' of it.
j-amaretti ~ Just little bitter things.
Crisp and crunchy on the outside and soft inside.
p/s: quintessential.blogspot.com has the life of a phoenix. when the time is right, she will revive from her ashes..
