'As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall...

... In the long forgotten snow' - Sarah Teasdale, Let it be Forgotten.

I've come to like reading poetry again lately, so strange. It always make me sit, and wonder, why I'm doing what I'm doing. It's not like I hate what I'm doing, it's a bit more than alright, but deep down, there's always this nagging feeling that there's something else you could have been doing, something else you could have possibly loved better. If I had to choose again, I wouldn't have chosen differently,so I'm just wondering ...just wondering, wandering, lonely as a cloud. (to quote Wordsworth.)

Resolutions are so hard to keep, especially when they pertain to school, sigh. But since I've resolved not to whine, I shall not, and hope with all my might that I'd feel better after a run tomorow morning. That is, if I manage to wake up.

I collected my Mp3 player today! Which means, I'll be more motivated to wake up and run! Yea, I've been trying to sleep early, wake up at 8 to run... before rushing to lessons by 10. I miss the days when I actually could run just before dinner, before it turns dark, while the weather is nice. So much nicer to look forward to a nice warm dinner while running.

I went shopping in Orchard today! Including today... that makes *mental sums in progress*... 5 new shirts in two weeks. And including last year... *higher level mental mental sums*... I've probably contributed about 3 hundred dollars to the Zara. If Zara was a country, given by my high marginal propersity to spend, I would probably have driven the Zara GDP by a multiplier effect of about 5 or 6. New shirts, new shades... but they don't make me happy. Nevertheless, I think I got to know someone better today, opened up a bit. In bleak times, one should treasuure whatever little blessing there is, so there you go, I shall conclude that today was pretty alright.

Oh yea, more cheer to add, Mark and I cleared auditions, yay, phew. I would have wound up feeling pretty guilty if we didn't. I don't know who really reads my blog (leave a comment so I know), since I'm so cryptic anyway... but to anyone, your support will be greatly appreciated. 10th March 2006, UCC theatre, 7:30 pm. =)

I really need to try harder with many things - practising Poulenc, waking up, doing tutorials, bothering to find out stuff about USP Advanced modules, double degrees and what nots (such chore), getting through school... but those won't make me happy either. I really really need to try harder at being able to recite the above poem with no qualms, try harder at being happier.