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.

jumping jellybeans
11:08:00 AM
Thursday, February 21, 2008
bop to the top
weirdly enough, that Queen song's really calming. and yes, the ending makes me laugh crazily to myself in public. oh mama mia mama mia let me go!

man, i can really embarrass myself really bad sometimes.

i picked up a parenting magazine the other day for erm research purposes and immediately the mama shop uncle looked at my tummy. so i thought "uncle, my tummy i know very big after i makan that yong tau foo but don't need to stare like that la".
and then i put the magazine back down.

i've been sighing a lot. sometimes i'ld catch myself cos my mom says that it means you're not satisfied with life and thus, unsatisfied with God which is unfathomable unforgivable unthinkable blasphamous (insert other big words here) etc. but its something uncontollable isn't it? i mean being easily satisfied isn't desirable in i-want-that-LV-bag-now-now-NOW society is it. when u're tired/bored/irritated, its nice to have a sound that describes your mood. so what better way than sighing.


as for the youth olympics, let's hope that singapore gets it. it'ld be so cool to watch the events on campus.

Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.
So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess,
And to stop the muscle that makes us confess.
-Ingrid Michaelson

i suck at writing poems. they always end up either really cheesy or erm really cheesy. ahha.

honesty is the best policy