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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.
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There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard, No song that I could sing but I could try for your heart. Our dreams they're made of real things, Like a shoebox of photographs with sepia tone loving It's not always easy And sometimes life can be deceiving But I'll tell you one thing It's always better when we're together. + the fact that we were 2 months late (but you were in new york!) didn't stop us. :D  successfully dragged the other three halfway across the island after sch (went to swensens' first- yes that waiter was cute) for some teh tarik, horlicks & milo pongpong with marshmellows ice cream (AND apple pie. ahh. damn sinful), i conned faith to the toilet (which wasn't very difficult. it's easy to lie to gullible friends. hahha) while sylvia & shuwen set up the candles. (rich) gift 1: macarons and "Between the Sheets"- which (naughtynaughty!) had whisky.   (weird) gift two: the crocodile poked at it for a couple of minutes before giving up. the thing doesn't work. toys 'r us cheated us. haiyohh.   (pretty) gift three: jack-in-the-box a.k.a. joel, jack, jaime, james, john & jude a.k.a. pretty merry-go-round that turns to the music of "So This Is Love"- Cinderella's dance with the Prince (yes we wish you every happiness. either that or we think your childhood was slightly deprived. i'ld choose the former. haha)    horridhorridHORRID attempts at the timer mode. and other random blackmail-ish things. i love sylvia's laughter! and shuwen's attempts at advertising her paper cup. and faith's sleepysleepy my-cheeks-hurt look. (:             + |
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