I was the one, who would always jump in first
Didn't think twice to look behind
Got such a good feeling, just from playing in the dirt
Once, when I was little

We could build a rocket, fly to the moon
Leave Tuesday morning, and be back for noon
There wasn't nothing, nothing that we couldn't do
Once, when I was little

Yeah I could dream more then
Yeah I believed more then
That the world could only get better
Yeah I was free more then
I could pretend more then
That this life could only show me good times
Once, when I was little umm ohh lalala

There was a time when I trusted everyone
Yes I did
There was no place that I would not go oh no
Spend a day on the hillside next to the holly mo
Oh once, when I was little
Yea once, when I, I was little

Yeah I could dream more then
Yeah I believe more then
That this world could only get better
Yeah I was free more then
I could pretend more then
That this life could only show me good times
Once, when I was little

Used to feel so strong
Even when they tell me, tell me I was wrong
That I can't live in a magic world
Cause it's time for me to grow up
That I got to be like the rest of them
When I know there acting up ohh

I could believe more then yes I could
I could pretend more then
That this life could only get better
I could believe more then yes I could
I could pretend more then

That this world could only show me good times
Once, when I was little
When I was little

So here comes the next one, the next in line
Stay as young you can, for the longest time
Cause those days flew by
Like a breeze just passing through
Once, when I was little


- James Morrison

Other Lives and Dimemsions and Finally a Love Poem by Bob Hicok

My left hand will live longer than my right. The rivers
of my palms tell me so.
Never argue with rivers. Never expect your lives to finish
at the same time. I think

praying, I think clapping is how hands mourn. I think
staying up and waiting
for paintings to sigh is science. In another dimension this
is exactly what's happening,

it's what they write grants about: the chromodynamics
of mournful Whistlers,
the audible sorrow and beta decay of Old Battersea Bridge.
I like the idea of different

theres and elsewheres, an Idaho known for bluegrass,
a Bronx where people talk
like violets smell. Perhaps I am somewhere patient, somehow
kind, perhaps in the nook

of a cousin universe I've never defiled or betrayed
anyone. Here I have
two hands and they are vanishing, the hollow of your back
to rest my cheek against,

your voice and little else but my assiduous fear to cherish.
My hands are webbed
like the wind-torn work of a spider, like they squeezed
something in the womb

but couldn't hang on. One of those other worlds
or a life I felt
passing through mine, or the ocean inside my mother's belly
she had to scream out.

Here, when I say I never want to be without you,
somewhere else I am saying
I never want to be without you again. And when I touch you
in each of the places we meet,

in all of the lives we are, it's with hands that are dying
and resurrected.
When I don't touch you it's a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.




Ahh, I miss those literature lessons back in secondary school where everyone could spend hours slowly drinking in and digesting the words on those pages.

I need people with drive. With real passion. With initiative to start things rather than to wait and ask: "So what's the plan?", to be constantly aware of everything happening around them, and act on it instead of waiting for others to do it simply because "I'm not in charge of that, so I don't do it".


Rainy days make me moody and broody and reflective. Need my comfort fooooooddd. Like spaghetti and mashed potatoes. And then hide under my warm blanket and sleep.

Hello peopies,

finding that school's not as bad as i thought it would be now.Less hardcore study mods and more project-y mods, which is much yay. Get along quite well with my new class people too, which adds to the nice factor. Except for lectures which I get damn sick of I always leave halfway. Feel quite bad for dickie and xueyi cos I always pangseh them. Haha. Sorry ah guys, i love yall.

Today's the last day of Baracuda auditions, like FINALLY OMG TIRING. Met alot of interesting and amusing people, quite a fun experience although it can be quite a chore sitting there listening to them all talk about the same stuff. But there's alot of things to talk about regarding these 3 days man.

Turning quite needy now, dunno if its a good thing or a bad thing. Over-dependency syndrome ah later. But I think I won't be so jialat. Want lots of huggggsssssss NOWW.