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.
bio
i like fridays, rainy days, proud cats, black & white photographs, children's books, short stories and movies that most people would never see. Music serves me
justice on sad days (Adele, The Kooks, Mumford & Sons are gems) and genuine smiles are a must-have.
what is it with singaporeans and winners? would we actually be supporting our fellow countrymen if they weren't even in the final leg of the tournament? i think that most of us are fair-weathered fans, where we only support teams that actually win rather than those which keep disappointing us most of the time. maybe instead of jeering, we should cheer for them, for how many of us would have the courage, much alone the skills and strength, to face tough opponents and challenges ahead of us?
--the roar of the crowd lifts me up beyond the heavens above, permitting me to do the impossible.