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.

5:00:00 AM
Monday, March 17, 2008
bop to the top
stupid flu bug. now my whole family's infected- me, my sis, my ma, my grandpa. my dad's the only survivor since he doesn't get home til late. and what makes things worse is that my projects are due and my midterms for brain-numbing bio is on sat morning. (only a science mod would force people to come to sch on saturdays. and after a public holiday at that. seriously nothing better to do la these pple.)

and i'm starting to hate wordpress. sitting for hours doing the f^&%$#@ template and posts with the correct fonts and pictures but the f^%$#%^ thing doesn't come out. it's just so silly with me wheezing and blowing my nose to oblivion on my laptop and squinting at the screen trying to disciphere the coding which is NOT like the easy html. and its like the template doesn't stay permanent like all templates should; it's actually affected by the fonts used. THIS IS SO GETTING ON MY ACHING NERVES.

i have a headache now. and i need to do my social work report and project and tutorial assignment and to start on my soci term papers and to study for bio and to solve the stupidstupidstupidly urgent blog problem. AND ITS HANGING. AGAIN. gah.

i think my brain's getting fried by invisible waves from the laptop. or maybe its cos of the fever.

rant rant. pity me.
okay. well don't. i'll just vomit from all the sympathies and niceties.
ah crap. the bitchyannoyingdemanding me is here.
this is why i hate being sick.
i get evil.

edited 31march: this is like one of the worst incoherrent doesn't-make-any-sense entries i've ever written. ignore it. i was behaving like such a teenager.

honesty is the best policy