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.

lift. lift!
1:38:00 PM
Sunday, July 30, 2006
bop to the top

He who binds himself to a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sunrise.

-Eternity, William Blake


had two weird dreams last night.

was dreaming that it was 10am and i was about to run for a marathon but there was no one there at the starting line. and then, some official said that it had already started, at 8am. got frustrated cos i apparently prepared hard for it so i ran towards the finish line and met up with the front people who were about to finish the race and started running with them

[at that point, my sis woke me up. was around 3am. she got woken up cos some drunkards on the void deck under our block were singing horribly out of tune. man. and i thought singapore idol was bad enough.]

anyway, so then, managed to drift off to sleep. and this time was dreaming that my WHOLE family was joining a marathon (this is totally HIGHLY UNLIKELY in real life cos my mom hates any form of exercise- even the thought of walking gives her muscle cramps. and my dad, the long-time smoker that he is, can't even climb to the 4th floor to save his life. my sis & me would just be too lazy to even hand in the application form. AND there's NO WAY that my grandpa can run.) but in this dream, we were all amazingly fit and prepared, complete with 1.5l water bottles and those big plastic 'refillers'. when the race started, we were in first position for a while (with me awkwardly trying to balance that super heavy bottle) before i suddenly felt tired and then my family seeing this, decided to let some of the other runners pass. and i felt super guilty. but i can't seem to help feeling out of breath though no matter how slow i ran.

and then i woke up.


gave up on sleeping and watched Debbie Travis' on tv instead.

of all the things to dream about and here i am dreaming abt marathons. well. at least it doesn't seem to be as bad as wh dreaming of studying when he skipped sch one day.



quite humourless these couple of days. darn. hate this rubbish feeling.

think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts, think happy th..

oh, btw. read today's Lifestyle Section (The Straits Times), pg 4-5: are blogs merely a form of self-expression or is it really just self-obssession?

hm. possible GP essay question.

honesty is the best policy