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.

an actor who has lost her inspiration to act.
11:34:00 AM
Sunday, August 06, 2006
bop to the top

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i really wanna go to MOROCCO.

really, i do.

perhaps one day.

when i stop dreaming and start moving my butt there.

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[photos by Jef Maion]

i've always liked sunrises better than sunsets.

it's sad how we sometimes have no idea how much power we have over our own minds
that we just let our minds conquer us.


i'm on a 3-month hiatus. (really! i am!) i mean, this may not necessarily my last entry for the next 3 months, but ultimately i won't be blogging so often now.

(have got to learn to vanquish the EVIL INTERNET MONSTER. nyahah.)

ooh. and i'm gonna be watching the NDP! LIVE! at the ol' National Stadium. (i think. that is, if my parents are NOT planning to trick me again like they did the other time. no, don't ask.)


oh, and Faith, my sentiments exactly.
how is it that you always manage to put thoughts into words so seamlessly?
your lovely post totally made my day. thanks. (:

for those who have no idea who Faith is, here's her post:

This is For the Nice Girl

The Nice Girl has evolved over the years into cotton candy- it is sweet and it ultimately dissolves and disappears.

This is for the nice girl who patiently listens to every single phone call which can last for hours long, who thoughtfully replies to every single message and mean every word that she puts down, who lovingly hears every single voice that yearns to be heard, even when it is blatantly obvious that the person is a jerk/bitch who will continually talk about himself/herself and demand (instead of deserving) sympathy, and who sacrifices her time just to make time for people who take her for granted. This is for the nice girl who gives the occasional gift and surprise because she truly wants to make people happy, who is expected to say "yes" even before she is asked about anything at all, who does what needs to be done and always always more than that, who is given the worse tasks because she is too reliable and uncomplaining. This is for the nice girl who is repeatedly taken advantage of, backstabbed, betrayed, manipulated, and abused verbally, but yet never brings it up but rather, keeps forgiving instead.

This is for the nice girl who cries alone in the dark, who swallows how she feels because she does not want to hurt or trouble anybody else, and who feels so strongly for the plight of others but chooses to keep quiet instead because she is concerned about how her actions might be unintended intrusions. When she does speak up, she speaks so carefully and gently because she knows the power words hold and she does not wish to offend. She wants to make it right. This is for the nice girl who blames herself and feels extremely guilty when her actions or words (no matter how genuine her intentions are) makes others bewail bitterly, and who can sometimes be so silent she is forgotten. This is for the nice girl who secretly observes and takes in more than anybody else, and withholds an earnestly beating heart of compassion. This is for the nice girl who does not tell the truth because she is worried about the terrible consequences it might have, who tells the truth because she has to do what is right, and who is blamed for spoiling everything when she is only doing what is right.

This is for the nice girl who usually does not confess to the boy she likes that she likes him, because she does not want to become a burden or make any mistake at all, who comforts him when he is crying about some other girl, who is with him when he is bored or lonely, trying desperately to 'entertain' him, who is happy for him if he can be happy with somebody else, who watches for his shadow wherever she goes, and who thinks of him constantly but never utters his name for fear of being found out- and we know that nice girls, being nice girls, simply think too much for their own good, and will think of all the unimaginable possibilities that comes with the accidental error.

This is for the nice girl who is accused of being too idealistic, too trusting, too gullible, too goody-two-shoes, or very plainly, for being too much of a passive doormat. This is for the nice girl who has been hurt far too many times, who has redrawn into her own little world of veils, and who has become very guarded and paradoxically submissive.

This is for the nice girl who is incredibly loyal, worthy, sincere, selfless, kind, mature, and very very, very beautiful.

I hear you. I really do. It's time to stand up for yourself.

The fact is: You deserve better.


be every colour that you are.

honesty is the best policy