you just might make me believe

what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun.
when it rises dripping from
the sea when it falls like honey on
the trees when it swallows up
clouds my soul moves with it.

mine is you.
when you lift your eyes
when you look straight ahead
when you try to speak my
heart moves with you.

2:55:00 PM
Monday, November 29, 2004
bop to the top

prom's today and i look really weird with make-up on. my mom has been screaming at me non-stop cos i keep trying to wipe the lipstick off my face. i think that she's thoroughly amazed that a person could be so resistant to cosmetics. the fact that the medication that i'm taking for flu is making me woozy, moody and miserable isn't much help either.

great. just great.

bleah. will write again later.

honesty is the best policy