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.



no one can find the rewind button boy
6:03:00 PM
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
bop to the top
i really think i should get rid of my chatbox. i don't check on it that much and often i'm itching to give a long-ish reply but the response box isn't big enough so i give up.

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why boys are luckier #1- there's this amazing cultural exchange thing for my rover group to egypt BUT they only accept boys. OH WOE THINE FATE. i think it's probably because egypt is an outright muslim country and fraternizing opportunities with the opposite sex is a no no (oh but same sex is fine i guess). DAMN IT.

why boys are luckier #2- they don't have the indignity of walking on heels the whole day. yes i know it's supposed to make legs slimmer, butt perkier, ankles smaller, look more lady-like and whatever else, but it's torture- so that girls can't run away fast enough from the parents.

however. we girls have perks too.

ever notice how it's cooler for girls to own "guy" cars like SUVs, Jeeps & other off-road-ish vehicles but it's soo terribly loser for a guy to own "girl" cars like a Beetle Volkswagen or a Mini Cooper (i LOVE beetles & coopers btw). at least that's what i noticed when i helped out at the annual SUVEC (a race from singapore to johor, with SUVs) anyway. and i've never seen so many outrightly rich people in the same area in my life before. 20k for just one modification. now that's crazy.

there's also the wonders of mascara and kohl/eyeliner. and the clothes out there. the colours! the cutting! the material!

plus most of us can get away with murder if we really tried hard enough.


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How sweet is life, but we're dying
How mellow the wine, but we're dry
How fragrant the rose, but it's dying
How gentle the wind but it sighs
What good is in youth when it's aging?
What joys are in eyes that can't see?
When there's sorrow in sunshine and flowers
And still only our rivers run free


honesty is the best policy