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.
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.
memories. can't buy them. can only live through them.
10:17:00 PMbop to the top
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
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.