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Wednesday, February 02, 2005
. On the Road to Recovery]
Haha. Someone's grousing that I'm not blogging. Reason's cos I've got nothing much to blog about. Hm...Ok, but I guess I must have something to blog about... It's been a week...My pox's getting much better... =) It looks as if it's "drying up". So I'm pretty glad. I CAN'T WAIT TO GET OUT OF THE HOUSE N REALLY GO OUT N WALK AROUND. DO STUFFS.
I'm having a brain freeze. I dunno wat to say.
Chinese New Year's coming... Kinda excited...And yet not really excited. Cos alot of stuffs I can't eat...Supposedly. No eggs for 40 days. This and That. Hai. Stupid pox. And tons of work to catch up on. It's differently reading notes at home and going for lectures. The latter is sure helpful. I wonder why ppl skip lectures now. As in, seriously. =(
I wanna do something... Something BIG. Something not so mundane. I wanna make some BIG decision. But what?
Damn. Siling once smsed me and said, I need a new target. Yes. I need some target to aim at. Maybe I should go for yoga classes. Learn to cook. Perm my hair. Dye it pink. Pick up Latin dancing. Play the guitar. Something other than studying n tuition. Something other than being stuck. I'm stuck. I feel it. I take a step forward. I get sucked back. It's freaking irritating.
It's me. I'm the problem. I know. Stop slapping your forehead.
Ok. That's about it.
Till next time,
You all be good. =)
i blogged today at 1:23 am
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MIRROR
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
What ever you see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful---
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
-Sylvia Plath
i want:
-world peace
-less hunger, less pain in the world
-more kows-jr. teehee
