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.

memories. can't buy them. can only live through them.
10:17:00 PM
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
bop to the top
DESARU. i think the word's gonna mean differently for me from now on. it now symbolizes airplane hangers, big big floods, beautiful sunrise and sunsets, freezing mornings, chicken rice, french fries, commando crawls, 5hr bus rides, "very good", cosy campfires, lovable and adorably funny villagers, "resting my eyes" during internal elections, irritating mosquito bite on the undersole of my foot, delicious Sprite and mee goreng (my temporary heavens), desperately trying to fix the flag with thumbtacks with steph just before Colours, Wise Man Hut, raw hotdogs and maggie mee, flying tents, VBC, mugs, super wet shoes, danish (!), starry nights and shooting stars.


oh happy days.


sometimes it's hard to maintain a balance. u do too much and people see it as showing off. u do too little and people see it as giving up. everyone has flaws. trying very hard to accept them. really.

and i'm tired of waiting. of hoping so much more.
gonna move on.

honesty is the best policy