Sunday, November 13, 2005
on looking..again.. at the gross pic tt i have below, came to realised tt the guy in the tkgs uniform is the ugliest....wat the hell is he doing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
anyway went back to UC yest n i realised tt i miss UC alot!!!!
i miss my lil room in syme A with its nice lil view out to the rose garden
i miss my 2 lovely neighbours, dawn n juliette n our lil gossip session whenever one of us is doing our laundry (usually dawn) n forgetting abt the time n not doing any work
i miss the short trips to the lib to print my notes (it was at the end of the corridor from my room n now i have to walk all the way to sch...)
i miss complaining abt college food
i miss how we used to linger ard after dinner to chat in the dining hall until the work scheme peeps have to chase us away
i miss our impromptu movie sessions in eithe charles'or mike's room
i miss being a pirate by downloading loads of shows off the network
i miss bitching in marius n irv's room where all the juiciest gossips are
i miss being able to run ard in college n to huiying's room with my mclaren cap on whenever mclaren won
i miss everyone getting together n going out of college n taking over tram no. 19 in the process so tt we can get to the city...
ok i would go on but im sleepy....
found a pot of gold@ 06:44
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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
