Thursday, December 01, 2005
had an interesting dream the other night... the details of which i shall not reveal here...
a rare dream...'cos i almost never dream...
they say dreams are manifestations of ur subconscience.
a few years ago, i would have given anything for this dream....to dream this dream
now i hate it...
i will hate it even more if its true but it shouldnt be... so yeah, we shall keep things as it is...and i shall go no further with this.
watched Rent, the musical today.. it was good...had karen mok in it..though i thought she was annoying with her hair swinging..but she's surprisingly not bad... i fell asleep for a while though, not cos it was boring but that i was just too sleepy..
oh i bought a $90 top the other day but technically it was free...'cos i had a $100 voucher... but yeah... and i bought this pair of really cool slippers cos i needed to spend more than 100 to use tt voucher... love it...it looks like those genie shoes according to sharon... and it was the last pair and it fitted PPPPPPPUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-FECTLY.... so i guess its fate! bwahaha.......
and jessica! where's my email u dodo!
and did i tell u my DADDY is the BEST! i love my old man!
found a pot of gold@ 19:48
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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