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.

darn that zidane
10:38:00 AM
Monday, July 10, 2006
bop to the top
so we all know who won the finals. (they've waited 24 years so i guess they deserved it.)

and now, world cup is officially over. which will be kinda weird for a while, with no matches to look forward to in the wee hours of the morning, with nothing much to argue over and talk about in school that day, and no skilled (and yes of course, gorgeous) soccer players to fawn and drool and go ga-ga over. there won't be any cheering, any same sort of patriotism and loyalty.

until 4 years later that is, when everything- all the tears, hoarseness of voice, victory dances- start all over again.

geez. i can't wait. ahahh.


some people may seem 1-dimentional, no matter how much you poke and prod, you can't seem to get through to that him/her. maybe perhaps that she isn't ready to let anyone in just yet, to give you an exclusive access to how 3-dimentional, or even 4-dimentional, she really is. so keep on prodding, she'll eventually open up. albeit slowly but surely.


btw, Alastair, i'm not THAT fat hor. you're like in self-denial lorh. the one covering 2/3 of the sun is you, not me.


honesty is the best policy