Wednesday, August 30, 2006
my body clock is screwed up...so I haven't been able to sleep early in the nights even if I try to... im not insomnic..i just sleep at the wrong times
so in another of my sleepless nights yest/earlier today... for some reason or another I just had an urge to go thru my beloved polka-dot box...the Ikea one where my lovely Xiu, Lai, Tar and rest gave me at the airport when I first came over here... it was filled with pretty little gifts and notes then (from them n others tt i recieved at the airport)...i can still remember carrying it thru customs n on board the plane...gee it was bad...hahaha plus i had my 2 eeyores..one from mommy n the other one from jess which i had to stuff into my bag with the head sticking out..i looked like a retard
and over the 2 years ive been here..i've added more into the box... so yeah u can say its one of my most treasured possessions
so yeah i started reading every single one of the letters, and it was nice.. some were sweet, and some were brutally harsh but honest and true yet still sweet at the same time (mostly abt me being the most violent person they have ever met but said in an affectionate way...i guess), and some random cards from ppl im embarrass to say I dun keep in contact with as much as I'd like to like Connie, one of the nicest ppl I met in UC, and then... by no intentional reason, the last one I read was from the most idiotic person Ive ever known all these years, JESSICA ONG CHIA LING (AND U DIDN'T CALL IN THE END! SEE! i was RIGHT!) who wrote her letter in this, wat was initially cute letter pad...it had 2 sleeping puppies...everyone say "awwwww"..but then on closer inspection, there was this out of place picture of a bottle..u know those caricature kind.. so ive came to the conclusion tt it was probably a free gift from some bottled drinks she consumed at tt time... HOW sincere...
so anyway my point is (on a side note..i know im not the best writer..but 2 "so"s simultaneously at the beginning of 2 paragraphs.. i need lessons), i miss everyone back home, and all the times we had in the past... although i hated NJ...the tennis trainings were always a blast... the bitching or simply lazing around at the canteen during free periods were always fun with my girls..and my TK girls are the greatest
and all of u shd know i dun have the greatest show of affection...ever... but u shd also know tt i love all u guys even if i dun show it...or sometimes take for granted
here's to many more years of friendships...
*knocks back mug of hot chocolate..*
*ouch*
*tongue burnt*
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found a pot of gold@ 14:59
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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
