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.

6:40:00 PM
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
bop to the top
was trying to write a proper, eloquently-expressed entry on the fact that i saw a mynah bird (yellow breast and everything) when i happened to look up at the sky today. and then i was also trying to write, in equally expressive terms, on the reactions of the people around me when the bus broke down in the middle of the expressway- which was really kinda amusing cos everyone (yes, ashamed to say, including yours truly) were just suddenly glued to our seats, watching the driver as he struggled to jump-start the bus, as though we were all incredibly surprised that an efficient and dependable mode of transport could actually break down in the middle of nowhere AND experiencing a simultaneous wave of indignation of seeing another same-numbered bus filled with similar bug-eyed people just speeding past us after slowing down to get a closer look at the almost pathetic souls in the almost dead monster of a vehicle.

and then i stopped writing the original more-long-winded-than-this entry halfway cos i realised that i was trying too darn hard to be literature-esque. hahahh. silly me.

honesty is the best policy