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.

6:43:00 PM
Friday, April 15, 2005
bop to the top
just read my previous entry and thought that i sounded really negative. i should really stop that. no, not the reading. i meant the thinking negatively part. my class isn't that bad.. i was really just in a horrible, foul, self-absorbed, feeling-sorry-for-self, fire-breathing mood.

my class is a pretty friendly and very quirky bunch of people. we each have our own personality and i think that one problem that we might face sooner or later is that we each want to be heard in some way or other and that trying to cater to what everyone wants would be a huge headache. but so far, things have been somewhat smooth sailing cos we've already started planning our first class bbq and our class tee.


too bad the class tee isn't likely to be purple.

darn it.

surprisingly, i'm running for student's council. i'm not really sure how the nonsense that actually happened but i personally thought that i wasn't going to join another organisational committee where they expect everyone to be perfect role models. that was like 3 months ago. i guess my mind changed then. i mean, it was a choice between serving the library or serving the school.

i already have Ventures. i wonder how i'm gonna cope especially with work piling up. i've learnt it the hard way in secondary school.. that studies is just as important as cca. my problem was that i didn't pay enough attention to my studies and my time management skills was kinda terrible so now, i'm trying my best to keep up and at the same time, not get too busy.. just busy enough to keep myself occupied.

i just realised that speaking malay in nyjc is a pretty good retaliation against those chinese-speaking people who constantly speak mandarin despite knowing that there are other non-mandarin speakers among them. it's just plain rude that they just carry on speaking mandarin while the rest of us watch in agony wondering as to whether they're actually talking about us.

so, chinese-speaking-people-who-absolutely-love-speaking
-mandarin-around-non-chinese-speaking people.. be forwarned.
we malays have a code language.


don't get me wrong. i'm not trying to discriminate anyone.

just trying to prove a point.

honesty is the best policy