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.

what she gets.
10:03:00 AM
Friday, July 25, 2008
bop to the top

Women are wiser than men because they know less and understand more.
-James Thurber

one of my favourite children's book characters- The Little Princess, now immortalised on Kids Central. (yes, rather bored at home, resorted to watching Kids Central, so BRING ME OUT YOU before i memorize every Barney/Sesame Street/Dora the Explorer/Go Diego Go/Hi5 song there is.)

anyway, i think if i had a daughter, she'ld probably be like the Little Princess character-just as bratty, doing whatever she wants BUT still be super adorable, smart, sweet, real, incredibly refreshing, independent and happy.

hey. that sounds familiar. like someone we know la.


i've been shopping around lately, thinking of a new layout but for some odd reason, i felt disloyal to this layout. it's like as if this blog is tsk-tsk points-finger-at-me for even thinking of changing the skin when it has served me well for so long.

yes, I KNOW. blogs that can point fingers.
i'm officially going insane.


i recently borrowed a book that had a collection of real and fictional love letters over the centuries. i felt like an intruder sometimes, trespassing on something so private, yet, some letters are so incredibly sweet-i-want-to-melt that after a while, i didn't mind being kaypoh.

oh there's this funny little one from Mozart to his wife in 1789:

Dear little wife, I have a number of requests to make. I beg you
1. not to be melancholy,
2. to take care of your health and to beware of the spring breezes,
3. not to go out walking alone- and preferably not to go out walking at all,
4. to feel absolutely assured of my love. Up to the present, I have not written a single letter to you without placing your dear portrait before me.


W.A. Mozart

see boys. take your cue from Mozart. we girls are suckers for stuff like that.
you know what to do. :D


i twisted sprained my ankle. ):
not by running but through something really stupid. i was getting up this morning when one of my legs suddenly went to sleep, so i fell (macam nangka busuk. not my words) and twisted sprained my foot. it's really sore and the area's all swelled up now. ): great. i'll be limping around like some old woman tomorrow. people are gonna mistake me for my grandma.


i've been talking foul, and parachuting.
okay not realy. but these are great games you can play! (:

parachuting (need to click on link to play. warning- addictive):

Games at - Base Jumping
Base Jumping

Base jump over 5 rounds to challenge the King.

Play this free game now!!

and if you like playing word games, THE CHICKENS ARE FREAKING ENTERTAINING!:

Games at - Fowl Words
Fowl Words

Play this fun game between you and 7 hens.

Play this free game now!!


honesty is the best policy