AlL tHe WoRlD's A sTaGe...

Friday, December 02, 2005

mambo was fun...... went with our lovely rach....

we were all high even without drinking.... just fooling ard and such... saw quite a few ppl and stuff... and a number of gays...woohooo gays!!! yippie!!!! gays are in!

and i stayed over at jh's chatting by the pool once again...and seeing frogs in the pool...can u imagine that? swimming pool with frogs? condo swimming pools...yucks!

and we had prata after that.. which was yummy... and i slept at 8am..... before waking up at 4 and met lai and xiu for dinner and Rent!

and today, went for dinner with the NJ gang... saw my pretty shao and the rest...i love shao's hair! and she's prettier now too! and then met my parents and uncle sebastian and aunty wendy at marina mandarine hotel for a drink....

so yep tts abt all ive been up to since i came back.... no biggie...and now i have to look for a job by order of mommy dearest

found a pot of gold@ 16:57
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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