i carry your heart with me.

here's a poem by e.e cummings. interesting poet.

i carry your heart with me,
i carry it in my heart.
i am never without it.
anywhere i go you go,my dear;
and whatever is doneby only me is your doing, my darling
i fear no fate,
for you are my fate, my sweet.
i want no world,
for beautiful you are my world, my true.
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant,
and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
here is the deepest secret nobody knows;
here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart.
i carry your heart,
i carry it in my heart.

swafawhompledelight.

2nd june. yes yes. more or less a month since the last post. IM SORRY, OKAY.

havent been in the best of moods lately. perhaps its because of the holidays. where have all the good ole holidays gone? its not that being free from school has turned into a bad thing, but i guess im just not in the mood. gahh. yes. right now my mood is bad, bad, bad.

i'll be heading to bangkok in less than 144 hours, which is like, next week? people who wants presents from me, feel free to ask. i'll not be buying any. (; hahaha, cash-strapped lately. i need a job. damn it.

my mom's in india now, visiting our relatives. not. i suppose the wireless there must be vastly abundant. considering the fact you could create your own phoneline operator if you've the money. hey, and i just realised that statement didnt make any sense. HAHA. and NEVER, EVER, go to india on a holiday. why? cause my mom's there. and she'll bombard you with a godjutrillion questions about me once she realises you even know my name. the worse thing is, she'll end the conversation with a BYE. HAHAHAHAHA. okay. wth. someone kill me? =X

imagine coming back from india and immediately setting off for bangkok. i wonder how my mom can actually stand that. sigh, she'll be speaking gibberish by the end of the trip i tell you. the horrors of being a working individual. *prays to god* i dont want to grow old. =(

imagine wrinkles with viagra. bad combination, really.


poking wires,
loosened braces.
guys' faces,
ignited fires.
a sincere apology,
a living effigy.
only
to tell you,
baby,
i miss you.