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.

10:36:00 PM
Saturday, April 14, 2007
bop to the top
so i was taking the mrt home today and there was this guy sitting in front of me who kept digging and digging and digging and digging his finger into his nose. i know i should have looked away but i couldn't exactly tear my eyes off him since he was just right in front of me. serious eww-ness. and then after digging and striking gold, he kept rubbing his booger-fied hands all over his wallet, which was




oh. and i was thinking that it would be cool to be the tallest person on the mrt. then when you're standing, you'ld be able to see both ends of a crowded train with no problems at all. and the air would be an incredible improvement to the after-work/sch/gym/PE odour down below.

this morning, i guided a blind man onto his bus.

and then later on, on my way home, i saw this grandmother who was going down the stairs, struggling with her walking stick and her huge trolley bag. i was on the escalator on the opposite direction but i was so disgusted at the fact that so many young able people were brushing past her that when i got to the top, i went back down again to help her all the way to her platform, even when it meant going up 2 flights of stairs and coming back down again to catch my train.

sure i couldn't really understand what she was saying to me but oh God. just her smile made my day.

it's cliche and boastful i know but -shrugs.

i was looking at my old photos from like a few years back and oh my God, it was like a flashback of embarrassingly bad hairstyles, what-the-nonsense-were-we-thinking poses and ultra-ugly mega-huge dorky glasses. after the first few slides, i couldn't take any more of the onslaught and stuffed the CD into some far corner of my drawer never to be seen by another pair of eyes again.

i think i should put a hazard sticker there like the kind they put on cigarette packets- "Warning: Look at these photos at your own risk. May cause permanent eye damage and stomach cramps due to non-stop hysterical laughter."


unsurprisingly, i'm getting rounder working at that place. all that sitting down and eating really is taking its toll.

not good.

someone teach me how to ride a bicycle please.

life wasn't meant to be so hard.

if you enjoyed Little Prince, do read The Alchemist.

take care now. (:

honesty is the best policy