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.



some thoughts. 3 DAYS.
12:02:00 PM
Sunday, November 19, 2006
bop to the top
ok. i confess. in spite of my exams, i'm a late night movie junkie. [what? no.. don't give me the accusing looks larh shu wen.. i studied ok.. the tv keeps me company while i'm mugging lorh] i love late saturday night chinese movies on channel 8 'cos they're always really funny. take 'The God of Gamblers Part 3- Back to Shanghai' yesterday, where Stephen Chow [one of my favourite comedians like EVER] goes back in time to 1926 Shanghai and becomes [who else?] the professed God of Gamblers with special powers. as ludicrious as it sounds, i couldn't stop laughing in my rotating chair that it almost crashed into my study table. thank goodness it didn't though. ohh. and i found out where that famous/infamous 'char siao pao' song came from. hahahh.

and then right after that was 'A Chinese Ghost Story 3' [no, don't ask me why the movies were the part threes when the parts 1 and 2 haven't shown yet] which i at first thought was a horror movie and vainly tried to wake my sis up while cowering under my covers, but like a monkey on sleeping pills, she was virtually dead. but the movie was pretty funny actually, with a bumbling [but adorable] monk who kept trying NOT to be seduced by a pretty demonic ghost while trying to save his master from the clutches of the disgusting Tree Demon and to keep his little Golden Buddha statue from smashing into pieces.



ahh. if only mugging was always that entertaining. (:


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i've always taken it for granted that we'ld always be together, that we'ld always be there to have last-minute bbqs, late night sleepovers, bubble-blowing sessions, crash mello's house, scream the loudest at movies, bet on the next person to get attached with the prospect of free pizzas, or just to reflect on our previous lives in st marg's. but with you leaving, i can't help but have this sinking feeling at the pit of my stomach as though all our girlish fantasies of having bus-loads full of children and watching them grow up while we sit sipping iced tea by the side lines, like an old wives' club, might be just a thing of the past. that we're being forced to grow up. not by our own decisions. but by Fate. in this case, idiotic annoying frustrating bummer-izing EVIL EVIL Fate.

dammit. and the day's getting closer.

honesty is the best policy