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Sunday, September 18th, 2005
10:52 pm - for a good cause:


and for the Hurricane Katrina victims.

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Friday, July 15th, 2005
8:10 pm - back updates
first of all..

london 2012 - and not in here! can't say i'm that happy though. people around here don't care that much. indifferent, those unfeeling human beings! oh, i feel so bad for london too. i hate crap like that. terrorists. reminds me of 9-11. moving on...

live 8 - greg and i and my sister charlotte and her husband timmy got to watch live 8. and no, we didn't watch it on aol! it was..cramped. had to drive all the way to philly for that. but it was worth it. josh groban was there. (swooons like some gruesome teenager). and char got some fancying going on for rob thomas. delicious delicious.

greg and timmy went pretty berserk with salma hayek and beyonce, though. so no hard feelings, boys!

central park - is getting crowded. maybe because it's summer. kids and teens everywhere!

fourth of july - was rockin'. of course, we had to celebrate it in ny. my parents came over to my flat, and so did char and timmy + 2 of their bratty angels. :) so basically it was full house during independence day weekend. how the bunch managed to stay at my apartment was a miracle. fireworks are always nice. everyone was wearing blue and red to work. with matching stars and spangles in their ties :) god bless america!

and that's it for now.

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Monday, June 27th, 2005
9:37 pm - bewitched and bewildered
the phantasmagoric scents
of summer appeal to my senses.

i capture the beauty of
the elegant burst of sunshine
glimmering dirtily on the pavement.

bewitched, i was while
staring at the pool of sweat
greeting my every step
of the way, so easily.

bewildered as i hold my
hand to cover the glaring rays
of the red orange glow that
refuses to sleep on this
hot summer day.

burst of poetry
- a spur of the moment poem created by my tiny mind. tell me what you think!

current mood: energetic
current music: some song by hilary duff. eww.

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Thursday, June 23rd, 2005
10:20 am - in his arms
I feel vulnerable
just seeing his
sapphire-green
eyes penetrating
my soul.

I feel safe
wrapped in his
warmth of his radiant
honey-suckle scent.

I feel ecstatic
knowing his power
overcomes my
thirst for desire.

pretty ugly poem and highly charged with ions and ions of baaaahh

current mood: crushed

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Sunday, June 19th, 2005
11:08 pm - desire and discontent
Waiting to breakaway from
boredom and idleness.
Difficult and dreadful to
face solitude.
I desire to leave the
slow pace of discontentment.

But I hang on by a thread
eager to wait for the better
to come knocking on the door.



current mood: bored
current music: nothing

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10:32 pm - Remorse
I feel the guilt
Envelope my veins.
The stream of blood
Stops.

For only a split second
Yet long enough
for the moment
to steal my gaze
effortlessly.

Your words inflict
happy thoughts
and morbid desires
which brings not
a single tear.

I look down slowly,
absorbing the
blissful pain.



current mood: lethargic
current music: something corporate.

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10:15 pm - Mad Girl's Love Song
By Sylvia Plath

Mad Girl's Love Song

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

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2:18 pm - NY 2012
Campaigns for New York Olympics 2012 have been HOT. I'm not sure I would want the Olympics here in nyc. First of all, it's traffic the way it is. New York traffic is unlike any other. Believe me, sometimes it gets more terrible than traffic jam on the LA freeway.

Uh huh, that bad. And after 9-11...

Well a lot of people are still pretty paranoid. I'm not one of them, but you can't help feeling the tension building up sometimes. I love new york. I LOVE it. I've been here since FOREVER. I know an Olympic setting and feel wouldn't hurt but it would most likely hurt hundreds of other trueblue NewYorkers.



current mood: chipper
current music: a mariah carey song. can't help it, it's on the radio!

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Wednesday, June 15th, 2005
12:18 pm - Crystal Gazer
By Sylvia Plath

Gerd sits spindle-shaped in her dark tent,
Lean face gone tawn with seasons ,
Skin worn down to the knucklebones
At her tough trade; without time's taint
The burnished ball hangs fire in her hands, a lens
Fusing time's three horizons.

Two enter to tap her sight, a green pair
Fresh leaved out in vows: 'Come tell
How we shall do together,
Well or ill.' Gerd slants a look at each: most dear,
Each to the other; fit fiber for stern weather.
Slowly she spins the ball:

'I see two stalwart apple trees
Coupled by branches intertwined
And, springing all about,
Staunch saplings; to this house, thriving days
Will bring crop's increase, and harvest fruit
Follow on kind wind.'

'No hardship then?' he asks. 'We'll take
Whatever trial's to come, so say true.'
His bride echoes his word. At that,
Gerd whirls the ball ablaze: 'Rough storm,' she grunts, ' may wreak
Some havoc on tender limb, and yet
Strengthen that orchard thereby.'

Their small price paid, these wedded ones
Walk forth into sun-moneyed air, quickened
To savor their span of flourishing.
Aloof, squatting mummy-wise, Gerd scans
That clairvoyant quartz which once, at her own wishing,
Exacted her first simple sight for this strict second.

Then, a free-gadding hoyden, Gerd had craved
To govern more sight than given to a woman
By wits alone: to foresee her lover's faith
And their future lot, she braved
Church curse to ken that crooked oath
Whereby one hires a demon.

A flash like doomcrack rent night's black:
God's work stood anchored in that glare
Focusing all time's day-suns in one
So beggar Gerd might aim her look
At gorgon-prospects with power to strike to stone
Hearts of those who pierced time's core.

What Gerd saw then engraved her mind ---
Plague-pitted as the moon: each bud
Shriveling to cinders at its source,
Each love blazing blind to its gutted end ---
And, fixed in the crystal center, grinning fierce:
Earth's ever-green death's head.

current mood: crazy

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Sunday, April 3rd, 2005
10:50 pm - first anniversary
I have to make a sappy post on our first anniversary. I know, it sucks :D


My Love
Gentle hands
caress and entwine.
Soft lips touch
the sweet tongue.

The savor of
luscious red wine
drips slowly
with intense heat
emitting from within.

The gazes become one.
Two souls connect.
Bodies become one.





To Greg, I love you.

current mood: flirty
current music: let's get it on - marvin gaye (hehe)

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Monday, November 29th, 2004
3:22 pm - Christmas Calls.
Thanksgiving just passed by. Macy's and Bloomingdales is up and at'tem for a Pre-Christmas sale. Christmas is every where. It's the first time that Christmas came so early in the city. The streets are glittering well, with early Christmas cheer. Everyone's so happy.

Including me! Very surprising. If you're a previous reader of my livejournal, you would recall last year's Christmas as OVERRATED OVEREXPENSIVE AND OVERMALNOURISHED. Hohoho.

Greg has been visiting. Dinner's been great. Dates have gone great too. OhsoFabulous. The Christmas cheer is infecting everyone, even my school mates. Happy happy happy. Thank you.

Don't expect me to update this thing for a long time, though. I'll be very busy with Christmas programs, rekindling family feuds (only one!) and partying hard with Greg and my friends.

current mood: jubilant
current music: jingle bells -- never too early!

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Friday, March 19th, 2004
5:24 am - It's five AM
In the morning, and I'm creating this blurty account. Just moved from livejournal. It's getting stuff back there.

If you just came in, I'm Stella Lumos. (That's just an alias, of course). I'll be your ranting-poet slash prozac-longing being for the meantime. I'll be posting random poetry by some of my favorite poets. I hope you don't mind. Thanks. Keep the comment sflowing on!

current mood: thankful

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