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.

6:39:00 PM
Saturday, July 08, 2006
bop to the top
3-1 against portugal.

life is FINALLY fair.

they WILL dominate the next World Cup.

nope, it's not a prediction, it's a FACT.


been thanking God for a lot of things lately. i mean, i've never really been THAT religious (graduated from madrasah last year. haven't been to a single religious class since).

maybe i'm just afraid that all the good things would be taken away if i don't show appreciation for them.

or maybe, i might be turning into some sort of a Muslim nun.

if there's such a thing.


k. my tagboard's kinda screwd cos it doesn't let me tag.
(i think it hates me.)
so here goes:

firstly, merv:
nope. your quizzes are not lousy. (:
and thanks.

secondly, wh:
me? in love? hello?!
why wld anyone like some geeky girl with messy curly hair anyway?

and thirdly, 'bloghopper':
sad to disappoint you but i'm NOT les. just 'cos i don't make public of every single one of my BOY crushes in my blog, doesn't mean i don't have them. and there's such a thing as sisterly PLATONIC love.

and in case you, you can't-even-be-bothered-to-leave-your-name person, don't know what platonic means (which is HIGHLY likely that you don't) do check what is known as a 'dictionary'. if you don't even know what that is, i suggest you go back to watching Sesame Street.
i hear they teach better English than your dog.


there goes my nun career.

honesty is the best policy