Friday, February 11, 2005
im becoming a mahjong queen!! well princess cos my mom is the queen...
haha have been playing a lot this cny.... oops! oh well at least my brain wouldnt rot! mahjong is good for ur brain! trains it..tweeks it.... so it'll be sharp and ready to pounce on any sad idiot who steps on my toes the next time.... :) *grin*- i'm nice but u know, gotta be ready when the situation occurs....
ohhh did i tell u that i had a crush on one of my distant relative...haha...when i was young la.. he was cute la... but now he's just old..... haha okok....this is wrong i know...i'll control myself! haha... but he's cute...and has a good sense of humour...
played a lot and ate a lot....
played the number game and lost...so i ended up stuffing my mouth with leftover fruits(as forfeit...they weren't rotten fruits..just that we couldnt finish them)
and its the time of the yeah where u get loads of ang baos but keep hearing the same things over and over again e.g. "ohhhh, so tall already ah!(hellooooo!! i havent grown in like YEARS!im as tall as i was last year and u said the same thing last year too!!!)", "wah, so pretty ah! (how people can lie so beautifully, showing extra enthusiasm and not blinking at all)" and the latest one is asking "oh so how's australia?/which part of aus are u at?/how's the weather there like?/any angmoh boyfriends?"
i should have brought along and wear a board with the answers to those questions written to save some saliva.... because the government wants us to save water...so if i dun talk so much..in this case repeating the same thing over and over again, i wouldnt have to drink more water than necessary then i can be a good citizen by not wasting water by drinking them unnecessarily....
ang baos ang baos ang baos! give me more ang baos!!! and pineapple tarts too!!!!!!!!!!
found a pot of gold@ 17:44
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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
