Friday, April 23, 2004
why do you give me the chance...

always....

yet take it away from me....


was it meant to be...

or just a cruel joke,

from You to me...


what's in a promise?

a pledge of honour?

or an over-used, empty, sweet nothing?


4 years flew

yet the words still in my head

hoping...barely...foolishly


"i am fortune's fool!"

exclaimed Romeo,

indeed...indeed...



guess i screwed up everything again huh...myself...my uni applications.. everything else.


pms...


please ignore.....


for your own safety



found a pot of gold@ 16:47
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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