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.
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ok. so it's that time of year while i'll semi-consciously be humming christmas songs under my breath whether i like it or not. as they say, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. so merry christmas everyone. oh, in addition. happy hanukkah, selamat hari raya haji and happy new year! yearh well it's funny how you just manage to chip at the surface and think that it's enough to satisfy you but in reality it's barely enough to sustain you but by then you're afraid of diving deeper because you're afraid of what you might have already known, all along and that scares you so bad that it keeps you up awake at night, using all your energies pretending to not wonder at what's deep within the cavasses of your thoughts. and no. it's not about that. stop wondering. oh. and it's ok. to be lonely. just keep diving into your dreams. like what cinderella does. oh. and you know what they say about good guys finishing last? what BULL. at least they have a position. good girls don't even qualify for the race. a dying breed i tell ya. just like pandas and un-kiasu aunties and Kermit the frog. hey anybody know what happened to him anyway? did he marry the pretty pig in the end? And I always knew, what was right ok. side-tracking again. watch Ben Stiller's NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM. ultra hilarious. happy holidays people! =D |
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