Friday, October 21, 2005
just a quick post b4 i pop down to the library...
was talking to my mom yest cos i was freaking annoyed with a certain person...and i shall follow cherysa and type in codes here... we r not talking abt the same person but they have the same name... u know who...
i just cant stand the shallowness of some people.... the selfishness.. the stupid, non-common sensical-ness off some people.... argh... its freaking annoying, irritating, and fucking turn off....
some times i just think tt i brought stuff upon myself even though i try my hardest nott to think tt by blaming it on my pms, that its making me moody and irritable and am just trying to find fault with everything..... but u just challenge tt everytime...
i am increasing losing any form of feeling (no im not talking abt a guy and im not lesbian) for tt person the more i hang out with her...
she's just thinks abt herself and her own momentary comfort and does not bother abt anyone else.... i hope she falls and get a good wake up call cos boy does she need one.....
but anyway yeah this is turing into a long blog but i shall add tt mothers do know best... felt better after talking to her, not tt she knows exactly the right thing to say but she knows how to handle me... increasingly im thinking im my mother's daughter... im just like her in every aspect...especially temper whereas my bro and my dad are the mellow ones.....
here's to all the shallow people out there...screw fucking u... ur stupid, irritating, annoying and a total shithead....there are more things in life than mere material possession and physical comfort... so what if u've got the newest clothes, most expensive brands, new gadgets, boyfriend, or whatever shit there is... sad to say i know a lot of these kinda ppl... i recently talk to a fren whose life is falling apart (not cos of this, she's brighter than tt), and that's the worst feeling ever, and i didnt even know what i could do to help her... and when i go off and meet that sickening shallow someone i just felt like killing her...yes killing!
found a pot of gold@ 05:57
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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
