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.
i like fridays, rainy days, proud cats, black & white photographs, children's books, short stories and movies that most people would never see. Music serves me justice on sad days (Adele, The Kooks, Mumford & Sons are gems) and genuine smiles are a must-have.
7:15:00 AMbop to the top
Monday, March 19, 2007
it's been so long. forgive the random nature of the post because i honestly don't know where to start.
no, i don't think i've changed much despite the "new" look. it's certainly weird to get a different kind of attention. perhaps it would have been better if i was prettier to begin with; at least then, i won't be so bashful about it and perhaps be more gracious.
my attention span's getting shorter, i pay more attention to the movements of people's faces rather than their words, which is kinda distracting (for the other person cos i really really look straight into their eyes) and kinda disruptive especially when i'm receiving orders, where i'ld be left blinking, trying to figure out what was it that was being/have been said.
and i like boys with British accents again! a revival with help from the boys of THE HISTORY BOYS- incredibly cheeky, incredibly smart-alecky, incredibly funny, incredibly lovable and not to mention, incredibly gay fellows (in both sense of the word). too bad for the last part though. ahahh..
i think i shouldn't make my plans known like outloud in public, or else it'll never come true. so far it's been so it seems that it feels as though i'm procrastinating or simply building castles in the air and not following through my declared plans. maybe i'll go backpacking. maybe i'll stay on. or maybe i won't do any of these things until a near opportunity comes along, most likely, i'ld probably miss it and lament and bemoan my bad luck in years to come.
and nope, i've got no idea what i'm talking about either.
oh desperado, why don't you come to your senses..