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.

belated birthdays.
11:43:00 AM
Saturday, August 23, 2008
bop to the top

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 hunter
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. (:


honesty is the best policy