Sunday, January 18, 2004
my WHOLE body is ACHING! ouch ouch ouch! i went swimming on friday, and played tennis on saturday... its been wat? 7 months since i played tennis? its was terrible... i missed
quite a few balls... so embarrassing! haha oh well but it was fun and it feels sssooooo good to pick up a racquet again! my baby! though not good that my body is aching.... :( now i just want to hit the gym and maybe work on my ass or something! i want a nice perky ass! ;P haaha
oh anyway...
i dun really like pineapples but i so
lluuuuuuuuuurrrrrrvvvvvveeeeee pineapple tarts! yummy! and cny is coming! so i can eat tonnes and tonnes of pineapple tarts! and then i have to play more tennis and swim more after that...
and i still need to go shop for my cny clothings! i have managed to convince my mom that the tops i bought from Aus aren't suitable for CNY so now i get to buy more clothes! yeah! actually i dun see y i shd buy so many clothes esp. since i always wear the same old few and the rest just like rot in my cardboard... but i just like the feeling of spending money... so yeah... even though i'm not like loaded or somethign...
alright i'm way to perky for my liking today so i guess i shd stop! BYYYYYEEEE
found a pot of gold@ 06:34
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"One Art"
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
So many things seem filled with the intent
To be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost keys, the hour badlly spent
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owne, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
-Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
-Elizabeth Bishop