AlL tHe WoRlD's A sTaGe...

Monday, April 17, 2006

Part 2

and then there was irving...whom i puked on...his shoes and hanky...oops hey but at least he was helpful!

and then, there was dinner at Mecca Bar at Docklands with Joyce and Jane on Sunday evening... pretty place beside the Yarra.... though pretty ex too.... but the food oh man...its so good! there's this thing cant remember wat its called... these balls thingys with cheese in the middle...gosh tt is HEAVENLY! i could die after eating it...the outside is crispy...its some turkish place... oh man... heaven heaven heaven....pics!
me n joyce who gave me the necklace i was wearing in the pic

me n jane posing with some funny looking statue outside the restaurant

and the food...ok this is starters only... the cheese thingy i was talking abt is the smaller plate on the right...the one on the left is mussels..

and im out!

found a pot of gold@ 07:16
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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