Sunday, November 06, 2005
i hate hate hate hate cultural studies!

remind me not to take it ever again...

i have no idea why i took it this sem....cos i didnt know wat else to take?

sigh...

i dun hate it...

i just hate doing essays...i hate doing THIS essay... i love cultural studies...i think its damn interesting but i just dun want to do the damn bloody shit of an essay....

and i hate it even more cos i havent been sleeping well lately...

contemplating getting sleeping pills for my inability to sleep...

me!?!?!?!! not being able to sleep... let me tell u this is the worst feeling ever...i feel like a living dead.... i want to sleep but i just cant sleep..not cos of assignments or anything...i just can't sleep! i have to force myself to sleep and when tt happens, i only slept for 1/2hr.... no shit... and its not tt i am not tired...

well im not tired but im not full of energy as well..im bloody lethargic when im awake and i still cant fall asleep...and its not like i can do my assignment cos i cant think cos i cant sleep.... and im not making sense ehre but I WANT TO SLEEP!!!!!!!!!!!! everytime i get tired and tries to sleep i never sleep.... sigh... am i suffering for insomnia? and i get sleepy at weird times....like in the morning at 11am...or when im supposed to be doing my work...bloody hell....


ARGH! i hate this essay! 1200 more words to go! its due at 5pm so i have exactly 12 1/2hrs to do it...

found a pot of gold@ 17:20
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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