Sunday, May 23, 2004
damn explorer just crashed on me again...

anyway was saying...
bitter-sweet weekend for me...
typical weekend for me once every fornight...
typical f1 weekend for me..
angst, frustration...delight...joy...

bitter-sweet..
bitter:
raikko car's screwed up on him again... bloody hell...
not sure what's wrong... he just retired... confirmation tomorrow...
sweet:
well not very...will be sweeter if raikko had managed to score some points...
but anyway, schumi didnt finish the race either.... thanks to his arch rival... a future mclarenite,(if that's wat they are called) the one and only juan pablo montoya... gosh.. wat a sight....

interesting front runners today.. uncommon names up front.... no schumis raikko montoya or alonso...barri was third... trulli and button will at the top... changing of tides?

enough of f1...

caught troy...
so lord of the ringish...
orlando just had to do another legolas...
he should be wiser and stay out of those kinda roles...
anyway...
the show's just full of brad pitt's butt...
not aht i'm complaining..
nice ass...
but long blond hair and pitt doesnt go together...
long blond rebounded hair and orlando bloom goes together though...
but hector(eric bana) looks the best of all...
though he bears and uncanny resemblance to ryan giggs in the show
but i like ryan giggs...
so..

can u believe that ruud van nistelrooy(however u spell it) actually won man of the match in the fa cup finals?
gosh he so doesnt deserve it...
i do support the red devils...
but not a fan of ruud...
anyway he had a quiet match if not for the goals he scored...
and surely ronaldo deserves it more than him...
he played one hell of a game

but oh well... such are the trivial matters that are boggling my head now...escape? denial? well perhaps...

is it a mistake that i'll live to regret? or rather are these mistakes that i'll live to regret? i dun belive in regrets...they are just mistakes and a learning lesson... but i'm not too sure abt this...
for both i chose the paths i choose... one is my destiny perhaps...which i'll gladly and gratefully follow... the other, i choose to forsake... though there never was an end...or even a beginning...though it matters to me not... it bothers me somewhat...

but well..
taht's the way life goes aint it... u cant have the best of both worlds...
besides the world i'm living in, or wants to...doesnt really exist...



found a pot of gold@ 15:13
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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