Hope.

there is alot more that goes on that i sometimes want to share..
but sometimes, i think it's better to refrain, right?
cos personal means... personal.
and if you share it, you might jinx it.
or maybe you might just... lose your identity.
i'm keeping my pandora's box to myself.

or so i think.

but to recap.
and for the record.

today i was let down.
let down so terribly, that i cried in public.
it wasn't hard.
and so aptly put by damien rice
".. it's not hard to fall, when you float like a cannonball"

and all this while i keep thinking that i'm such a superwoman,
but after today, i look at my hands, and see that i'm just a girl.

but i'm so thankful for saviours ...
saviours that come in form of family and friends.
for record's sake: popo ahyee mom dad kenny sayang and benjaminshane.

hope truly floats.