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.

my Germany.
12:32:00 PM
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
bop to the top

.. and Berlin watched in dumbfounded silence as the nightmarish ball crept into the net. and the vulnerable German team not even being given the decent mercy of fighting back.

God. i have never been so emotionally involved in any other match. the young German team really did deserve to go through to the finals. it's just incredibly heart-wrenchingly sad that their dream of achieving the all-consuming World Cup on home soil was prematurely dashed, just like that. it makes me depressed just thinking about how close they were.

the thing is that unlike brazil or argentina or england, this time 'round, there's no one to blame. the team fought valiantly and really, i applaud them for their tenacious spirit. it's just fate i guess.

i still need time to absorb what just happened.

i'll get over it.

maybe in a year or two.


on a lighter note:

Germany still has 3rd placing to contend for which is not bad considering that there were certain reputable teams with no placing at all.

today will be the last day that you'll probably hear me complaining about my mid-years (at least until i get my results of course) 'cos tmr's my last paper- Literature

and i shall comfort myself today, by watching tons and tons of happy-themed dvds to the extent where i shall be sick to the stomach with all that intoxicatingly induced superficial happiness.



But I believe without
A doubt in you

You were there
For summer dreaming
And you gave me
What I need
And I hope you
Find your freedom

For eternity.


honesty is the best policy