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[ Tuesday, September 16, 2003 ]
Another day will soon passed in about one hours time and here I am again, concluding my day to you. Hmmm... thought of skipping Bmgt tutorial today as I just can't force myself to leave my cosy bed. Thanks to my mum, who came to knock on my door every 5 minutes that I decided to attend tutorial afterall which turns out to be quite okay. Always thinks that I'm very lucky to have Ms Tan as my tutor. I think she's really very capable. She really knows how to read people's mind or what. Like, if I feel that I'm able to answer a particular question, she'll call on me... yah, something like that.
No INFA lesson today, so slacked at library. Also went watched movie "TurN LeFt, TUrN RiGht" le... FINAlly~~~ Somehow it's very touching, about fate playing a trick on those two people. Passing each others for so many times, but never realised it. Hmmm... those who heaven't watch the show, should watch it. Gigi Leung and Takeshi Kaneshiro are so well matched... *YeAh* =D
Found the poem on the web.
Love at First Sight by Wislawa Szymborska
They both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
They thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?
I would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.
Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?
There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;
But every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
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by ChewyJas
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