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.



sleepless in seattle.. erh.. wrong country..
1:02:00 PM
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
bop to the top
couldn't sleep last night. didn't sleep till it was almost 4, most probably because Wheel Of Fortune was boring the life out of me.

i only managed to read through 10 pages of The Caveman before i decided that i couldn't stand the crude comments and the swear words coming out of the main character's mouth. Why authors seem to think that people like reading that kind of trash is beyond me. i became increasing restless while watching Days Of Our Lives, a no-brainer yet addictive soap opera that was televised at about 1 in the morning. i finally dug up an old favourite of mine from the large bookcase at the foot of my bed- So You Want To Be A Wizard. i admit, it was a weird title to read in bed at the dead of the night but at that point of time, i really wanted something to occupy my mind. it did. i'm just wondering though, why can't we find books nowadays which aren't too complex to understand or littered with trashy language or isn't explicit in content, yet would still be an entertaining read?

i stopped going to the children's section of the library when i was in primary 5 because i didn't want to be caught dead with a kindergardener's book. but i really missed those books now. i mean, they were purely innocent read, meant to fill the imaginations of young minds and to make them realise that "Hey! Books aren't that boring after all!"

fortunately for me, my dad worked in the binding business and would bring home lots of children's books for me to read when i was very young. which was probably why, with a massive dose of Sesame Street and the news on the Malaysian channel that my grandpa loved to watch, that i became a very insightful and empathatic kid. i didn't really care if other kids did better than or whether i did better than them. i felt that it was so trivial, that making achievement known didn't make anyone any special. i was still in kindergarden. (really weird thoughts for a kid. i guess the insightfulness and the emphathy weared off when i grew older cos i still don't feel any smarter than a 12-year-old.)
anyway, to continue with my life story, the few books that my dad brought home grew to the massive collection in my room which consists not only of children's books but also novels and reference books that i've purchased or received over the years. i still read fairy tales when no one's watching. makes me feel like a kid again. i mean, who needs plastic surgeons who only alter your outward appearance when you can have something that makes u feel young at heart no matter how old you are?


i sometimes can't help but to feel sad for those who didn't get to enjoy the joys of reading a book, be it Cinderella, or a Nancy Drew book, or even a classic like Mary Poppins, when they were younger or brushing off with the excuse that all books are a total bore or are afraid that people would label them as "geeks" or "nerds". One can be a bookworm yet have a life.



honesty is the best policy