cut my stupid hair and now i look stupid... i swear man... stupid stupid hair... i ahte my hair... not just cos of the stupid hari cut but its in horrible condition...
went to zouk to celebrate rach's birthday... lay peng nicole shermeen alvin andrew jh and some other people were there.... still cant decide whether i like or hate clubbing since i say i hate it but keep going... brother... oh at least i go only on occasions...
another depressing day sending lyd off to perth. i was more sad looking at her lil bro jonathan than seeing her leave.. not that i wasnt sad.. but her icky bro looked so pathetic.. could see that he was trying hard not to cry but he was looking really down and dejected. he was giving her this big hug just before she went in. felt so sad for him.
so who's next on the next flight outta here?
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steph
~ jh
~ minyu
~ xiu
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sherm
~ jac
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pat
~ xp
~ tar
~ xiu
~ xiang
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jingxian
~ zhenfang
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