Monday, August 02, 2004
havent been blogging much lately...too tired... nth much to say anyway....
but oh i went out with joyce again on sat! and we went to richmond....and Melbourne Park! Aussie Open grounds!! woohooo! ok so there's no one there.... but woohoo! i breathed the air that Andy Roddick and Lleyton Hewitt and Todd Woodbridge breathed earlier this year and are going to in a few months time....
haha ok im going nuts..... but well im also really easily contented! see! im not a difficult person to please!
and i bought a...ready.... skirt! haha...its just the sale i tell u... or i'll never buy it.... but i doubt i'll be wearing it either... tts just me...and me.... besides its freezing here.... the weather was warmer for the past few days but today the weather was really crazy.... it the rainy and windy and everything... and it has to be my long day today which means i have to bathe at night....after high table and i was freezing in the shower...
i totally blank out during my lecture today(MOnday....i havent been able to continue this entry that day....)...which is not not good.... just cant seem to take in wat was being said....
anyway, cute guy just entered..and left...damn
haha...
oh nvm...
i've got pictures!! yeah!!! i'll try to post it somewhere.... so u can go view it....there's only 2 though....
shit i'm supposed to be studying.... in the lib now....but the words are just turning me off....
gosh...this is bad.... everyone else ard me is studying.....
dinner today was bad..... really bad...seriously the food here is just bad... as in in the college...not always...but still bad...even the instant noodle here is bad....sigh...
oh well....
ok study time...talk to u soon
found a pot of gold@ 11:19
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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
