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.

thinking too much for my own good
7:00:00 PM
Thursday, March 30, 2006
bop to the top
after much thought from our conversation, i still think that hoping is the same as expecting. i think that when u hope for something to happen, there's already this small little part of you who'ld be expecting that something would happen, no matter how small it is but as long as it's related to that something that u've been hoping for. and thus, this has led to my conclusion that there's no use telling urself that by hoping, u won't be disappointed when ur hopes don't come true because the fact is, u will be disappointed because u had expected something all along.

sigh. and no use making me happy for no good reason.

already not hoping, not expecting anything so, yearh. no chance of disappointment.
or happiness.

kinda pessimistic i know but being a realist is better than being 'self-deluded'.
(and yearh faith, i know what u're thinking when u read that phrase. no no, what she thinks isn't infectious. aiyah. ok. maybe a bit. but. bah. will bring earplugs next time.)

so yearh. making this clear. nothing will happen.
i'll kinda make sure of it. and squash everything.

honesty is the best policy