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[Wednesday, January 18, 2006 . second week.]

Second week of school feels 1) mundane. Work is coming in relentlessly. Readings after readings. Ah, but what's there to complain. Already seasoned right. Right. -.-"
2) good. Because cny is just around the corner, and that gives me more reason to cut some slack and just look forward to the glorious food. Pineapple tarts. YUM!!
3) scary. It's the second week already. There are only 17 weeks in all this sem (alot. yucks.) Oxymoron? hmm. It sure feels like it cos like, so much time yet so little time. I want the hols to come. I wanna play. But I wanna graduate asap too. So. Oh well. Hang in there, fellow comrades.

I'm doing a feminist module this sem. It rocks. Haha. I'm not a radical, don't hound me. I just like reading more about this whole gender divide thing. Static myth, Eternal Feminine, Narcissism. Nice big words. Ahhh. I love the way they roll in my mouth. (Ignore me. I'm tired.)

I wanna go watch BSB. But it's all about the money. Do I want to pay soo much to watch them? Jasmine. What's ur take. To go or not to go. I think of Blue and the stonish audience.. I'm like.. But when I think of how we can croon, dance and go mad with their songs, I'm like..
HELP! How!! haha.

CNY is coming..!! I want to eat pineapple tarts and not grow fat. haha. I want to eat alot alot. I have a sudden craving now. YuM.

Jasmine, get that maroon with golden streaks. I think it'll look damn hot. Can't wait for In Her Shoes. And where has our treetop gone. I think we can make a CNY resolution. Capital E. We really need to get our bums working. Mine's beginning to sag. =S

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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