Click on his picture to see the rest ;) I could just Squish him!
He's learnt a new song, too.
Circle Circle Circle March March March Step Step Step Swish Swish Swish Shake Your Hands, Shake Your Hands Shake Your Bum, Shake Your Bum (Throw Hands Up) Whoo,Exercise!
What makes us crave the pleasurable intricacies of blood and chocolate? The bitten lips versus the sweet to be licked clean, to entice further into a frenzy of desire? The power that stirs us. The dominance when heart precedes mind and everything else melts away... A dream. Where one runs with wolves and kisses, bites her kind alone. The kisses when sapien lack the bite that both ache and arouse all senses. The seeing eyes, the wolfish desire through tongues that speak not words. Dappled moonlight...golden eyes, a proud muzzle. A strong, agile body melting into lean legs that tread on the softest paws. Wildness within unleashed. Never have you felt such power coursing through your veins. So you keen softly, and spring away. A run so endless, past foliage, towards the moon. Your senses come alive, overwhelmed, you taste, hear, smell and feel everything over, under, around you. You live. You feel. You know. Sweet air on your tongue, so sweet you gulp it in, feel it rush into you...The rustling, crushing of leaves as your paws fly over what is and isn't there. Tis not just foliage you brush up to. there are others. You do not run alone. Fur against fur, padded pawfalls in sync as you reach a clearing. You pad softly to a stop, and wait. There are eyes. Glowing red, green. Wolf howls, barks, yelps and snuffles from the surrounding undergrowth. Approach, now, the centre. The other. The fur along ones back is raised, hackles taut and ready to spring. A playful snap or two, a lunge, a feint, until your patience wears thin and the other startles, pinning you down. A frightened, then defiant yelp as you catch the throat between your teeth, the sweetness of tooth pressing down, too gentle to break skin, yet strong enough to maintain grip. Paws wave languidly in the air as one's white belly is exposed, tail is stepped on. And then teeth break through skin, white and grey fur now mottled with blood and pleasure. Effortless pleasure. Forever instinctive. Effortless leaps bound by instinct alone, and everything is and comes alive. Senses awakened in dreams alone. In dreams alone. Perhaps, all are descended from something half sapien, half creature. Perhaps the stirring within our bellies are simply our creatures beginning, prompted to wake. Surpressed for so long and expressed by wanton desire. Why we try to surpress the urge to bite, to leave our mark, to taste blood like chocolate. We quieten the creatures within, and become human once again. But why? Instinct surpressed...We become human. We remain human. To cravings unknown, to lovers bitten deep enough to draw blood, but to what avail, at its basic best...When one can lick wounds clean afterwards, when pleasure retains itself and all that is left is dreams. Our elucidatory escape. never to kiss, to bite, to awaken our instinct? To remain, forever tame? Never to feel the wind lift your spirit when it does not blow? And the sixth sense which enlightens us all? Run with me. Feeling Trapped Within.
He made me such a pretty bracelet! Krish came home and tapped on my knee, And he said 'Pooda, For You!' with this insane grin on his face. In honour of dress casual day, I'm going to wear it today. Its the thought that counts ;) He wouldn't let me put it on either, he wanted to put it on my wrist himself. Aww the darling, I can almost imagine his two painstaking hours creating it...Tongue sticking out the side of his mouth...his eyes focused in concentration, occasionally cross-eyed...Hehe. I'll take a picture and upload it eventually :) I had a gorgeous night. Now all I need is coffee. :P I wonder how you say "I need to tie my shoelace" in French.
I'm...I've been running away from this house all day. I can't quite even call it home. Sometimes I feel like i'm trapped in it. Its not quite what I'd call a pretty place. I got meself a new microphone as promised. :P Today...the weirdest thing happened. I ended up at my dad's office and we ended up going shopping together afterwards. Nope, definately not a bonding experience. We disagreed on the hiking boots, but he's actually pretty good at picking out lingerie...which worries me. :shock: I think this should remain a first and last experience. We ended up fighting anyway :P On another note, Krish's birthday was on September 13th and I finally got around to uploading the pictures! Click on the picture of the birthday boy (below :P) to check out the slideshow :)
I prod gently, gingerly at the green splotch on my left thigh, and wince as the memories explode in my mind. I wonder if this happens to you. Do bruises hurt as deep? Do they ache as much as you let them, or as much as you can remember? This splotch, so young, will turn purple, and black, before returning to its green state. I only acquired this particular curse once when I had one on the side of my face. The constant reminder...The consciousness. The vulnerability and the eyes that glanced away. Hours, It felt like. Standing in front of the mirror. Seeing which light showed less of my pain, which angle would It be most avoidable. But they were everywhere. And the stares wouldn't go away. They would look, as if to read my mind, and glance away before they could feel the hurt themselves. So that whenever they stared, I felt the memories replay..and they havn't stopped since. I trace the scar on my lower right leg...and I hear the noise before it fades again. Again and again and again...
I've been reading 'The Unbearable Lightness of Being' By Milan Kundera. Thanks to Andaloo I've uncovered this literal gem. I was looking through my library catalogue this morning and found it :) And have been reading it ever since. Even while walking, therefore I walked into several lampposts on the way home ;) It is funny, how you can find yourself in books you read. I see myself in Tereza, sometimes. And I very much see Tomas in someone I know...Or perhaps, someone I think I know. I have reached the part about words miasunderstood, now, and I thank Andaloo for recommending this book. I am overwhelmed at the fact that this is a book you can read, and reread certain paragraphs until they form, still, in your mind. I have also, due to my nature, picked up another book by Kundera. Laughter and forgetting, I think it is titled. I will attend to that by the time I finish this one tonight. Thank You, Andaloo, for this little treasure. :) This little bit of sanity to stop my world spinning too fast.
Just because there was so much in my mind tonight, I thought I would finish with something satirical from Rum And Monkey. UPDATE! Joke wasn't that appealing. Changed it to one of their famous Tests and Widgets. ;) Here Goes!
Quite possibly more famous than Jesus, you masterminded and helped orchestrate the biggest war crime of the twentieth century. Twelve million people were killed in your infamous death camps - which will label you as one of the most evil men ever for all eternity.
Not only did you gas people and cook them in massive ovens, you also performed all kinds of horrible experiments on them - experiments that could never be allowed before, or since.
On the other hand, you gave the world highways and the Volkswagon Beetle. Go figure.
It is saddening, to walk into an empty house bereft of emotion, only to inflict upon it your own. To lean against a heavy door, as heavy as heart itself, and to hear its closing echo reverberate right through your soul. I walk home. Everyday I look for one bird, one butterfly. Perhaps its a game I play, perhaps it runs deeper than my little, thoughtful strolls. Everyday I see one white gull fly over the river on the way home. Perhaps it has a nest, somewhere, or maybe it roosts somewhere else. I wouldn't know..Its never spoken to me. The butterfly. Now, those are special. Its lighthearted winged gait. It's drunken dance. Perched delicately above the stairs, on the clear glass roof above my head. They aren't my butterflies, but something about them lifts my spirit. I pray to see one everyday. My personal flowers. A big black one, with blue markings. The fairy green one with its slender white body. Sometimes, the monarch himself deems me a visit. Today I stepped around a butterfly. Its wings pitifully torn...Buttery thin. Yellow and orange markings as I've never seen before. And just to the side of it, My black and blue feathery butterfly. Isn't black the colour to mourn the most beautiful of things? Weight often presses itself onto my shoulders. Noise often scares my heart. There are times I can be...wish to be alone. But not always. It is saddening, to walk into an empty house bereft of emotion, only to inflict upon it your own.
Doritos cheese all over mi fingers. Funny, I though i'd posted today but I hadn't. The topic is...You look like you're eating a log. And he really did! He opened up the sweet potato until it looked like yellow stuff on bark. Yum. I crave starch. Like a norn craves starch. Or maybe an Ettin. Do grendels crave starch?
Im so tiredly content right now... I ran the danger run today. Its actually called the Adventure run but its so bloodi dangerous in places that we call it the danger run instead. couple o km uphill all the way, literally in places where there are no paths and you scramble up slopes. And then you have to slide/climb back down. Satisfying. Got home, twiddled with the taps and ran meself a steambath. absolute bliss. I like steambaths. They do pretty things with my hair, all slightly curly. Hehe. I got fish for lunch. *nodnod* And sweet potato. you know, the one which is bright yellow in the middle, and sweet. Bliss. And I got Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand stuck in my head. Tsk. I'm gonna go munch something. My tummy is growling like my pet tiger.
Today I felt like a bee. Bustled home carrying all these bags, stuck in the lift with these bags with two kids with schoolbags and I felt like a bee. Maybe its because our lift is all mirrors and wood panelling in a Bee-y Kind of way. I also feel like a bee beecause (eeks! pun!) I've been running around all day and I am absolutely exhausted. All I want to do is sleep. Or atleast keep the hive cool. My fan isn't working :( Today krish opened..well, rather slammed open my door, said 'Wassssssuuppp' and I laughed, which got him annoyed. If you've never seen an annoyed expression mixed with puzzled curiosity on a childs face when you do something unexpected, well it sure does make you laugh :P I laughed because he was holding a Watergun almost twice his size, and was wearing his cute little red swimming trunks with yellow duckies on them. Then he came and stood by my legs, waiting for me to pay attention to him, but I was busy typing. So he sunk his teeth into my leg and said "Look! It's Me!" with the cheesiest smile he could muster. Hehe. And then, he said "Poojie Wanna come to sweeming pooh? " (Swimming Pool) before waddling off to pick up his floaties. I havn't given him an answer yet...but I guess I should go. :) After all, how many times do you get to go swimming with a cute guy wearing red trunks with duckies onnem? :P
I still remember the night we met You said you loved my smile But your love for me was like a summer breeze Oh, it lasted for a while I could hold on a little tighter I know But when you love someone you gotta let 'em go so
I'm gonna smile, cause I want to make you happy Laugh, so you can't see me cry I'm gonna let you go in style And even if it kills me I'm gonna smile
Kiss me once for the good times, baby Kiss me twice for goodbye You can't help how you don't feel And it doesn't matter why Give me a chance to bow out gracefully 'Cause that's how I want you to remember me
I'm gonna smile, cause I want to make you happy Laugh, so you can't see me cry I'm gonna let you go in style And even if it kills me I'm gonna smile
I'm gonna smile so you can find the courage Laugh, so you won't see me hurtin' I'm gonna let you go in style And even if it kills me I'm gonna smile
Long day. Went to TST. Waxed. Did my eyebrows (#%#$&@!) and Updo-ed my hair. Contact lenses make my eyes water. Nuff said. Nightnight.
My heart just hurts. For no reason I guess. Maybe heartburn. You ever get the feeling you're missing something? Like, its something you had all along but took it for granted, and now that its gone, it leaves a mind-gap? And you rack your brains till you remember. And then the pain kicks in. So, where was I. On the bus on the way to work. Yeah. I had these lines of poetry floating around in my brain. I can't really seem to recall them because I'm cranky, but here's what I remember.
[u]Empty[/u]
Is it really half full? or empty as I see it? Or perhaps its only me who's chewing on the bit.
Who else would tug on the reins of life for me When everything just feels like its always been empty.
When will I understand, that the heart is a black hole, And once you're off the drug, theres nothing to be told.
Pase lo que pasa, I'l be here till the end, and if that doesn't happen, The glass will empty stand.
I got down the wrong side of the bed this morning. Been cranky and fedup. Bruised my hip and sprained my ankle due to hockey yesterday. Sigh. So i've been hobbling around. I'm changing subjects. From langlit to language. Journalism. Backup. Good Idea. So, whats your favourite torture implement? I like the iron maiden. don't ask me why, I just do. Random memory.. Tiptoeing over the sickly green tiles with yellow flowers, I'd peep my head round the side of the counter, past the clanking implements I wouldn't understand, up towards the smoky, steamy ceiling. All bathed in dim yellow light. No one was around. Run! The fridge handle felt cool to the touch. Its great green hulk blending right into the green floor. Swinging open. Cold. 3 years old, just reaching the bottom shelf for a red plastic bag...Inside, black salt rock crystals. Finding a piece urgently. One small enough to fit into my hand, to hold, to nibble on. Quick, shut the door before anyone comes in and hide behind the fridge. The static warmth, the salty fingers. Licking away at a black rock tasting of the sea. That was me. I used to get flogged if I was caught getting things out of my parents' fridge. :P Not much to say. Just a rotten day.
Top Then Things You Didn't Know About Me (Unless you really do know me...Get away from my window!): 10: I am an Ailurophile 9: I can eat a large pizza and still feel hungry 8: I play guitar/drums 7: I Used to be a bartender 6: I am half-blind in one eye (but you can't tell) 5: I blow 3 kisses out the window before bedtime every night. 4: I bake. A lot. Say, 2.5 Cakes or 50 Cookies a day. 3: I am a (parts) model 2: I got lost in the woods twice. 1: I have been classified as clinically depressed.
There you have it. Today's post. I need a heavy dose of Coldplay right now.
I received a nice compliment today. 'Poojie, U Rawk!' and a friend was just browsing this website of funny quotes today http://www.bash.org and that made me laugh. well, some of it. I've got so much work to do. I feel so procrastinatey. And I need to nap. And Pay my mobile bill. sigh. 3k again this month. Someone shoot me.
There is nothing more heart melting than a child's love and trust. Curled up on a sofa, watching TV. He's snuggled up against my side, his head resting on my shoulder. He was awake. And fidgeting. "Poojie, I wan't sometheeng else" "What do you want?" "Um...Tuna fish" "Okay. In 5 minutes okay? I'll give you tuna fish." "Feed me also?" *laugh* "Yes, i'll feed you too." "Okay" He snuggled up into my arm. The program, gawd knows what it was now, had ended and is now irrelavent. I got up to go to the kitchen. "Poojie..Stay. Don't Go." I stopped moving. That sleepy voice...That vulnerable little want. I stroked his hair gently and whispered "Okay...I won't go. I'm right here. Right here." He purrs in his sleep, sometimes. His breathing matched mine and the world just felt so good. I, very slowly, turned my arm inwards and placed another around him, maneuvering him onto my lap, wincing inside as his eyes fluttering open before sleepily closing, once more. I stroked his hair and just felt his heavy warmth in my arms...Those thick eyelashes resting on his cheeks and his heart beating up against my hand. Its just times like these I don't know whether to laugh or cry. It was quiet. Just us. Our own little world. I stood up carefully, tentatively and took a few steps towards a room. He snuggled closer instinctively. As I placed him on the bed, he turned onto his side and mumbled 'Stay poojie." I curled up right beside him and stroked his hair, tucking his fuzzy blanket around him. Tucking Humphrey under his arm. An hour, maybe two, just watching him through what moonlight filtered through my windows, before replacing myself quietly with a pillow. I don't think theres anything to replace that feeling. To know you're loved, wanted, depended on for love, security, comfort...The memory won't fade. Its instinctive. To protect. To worry. My only soft regret is that he didn't get his tuna, But it'll be there when he wakes up in the morning, and I will be the one who feeds him.
In other news... I'm still hungry. Apparently, as the source sitting next to me says, Camels are now receiving free acupuncture treatments. Fun. Ah well. Its been raining all day, and I seem to have gone missing. And i've got this song stuck in my head thanks to mahabarath. see links. Culo! I just had the oddest conversation. Her: So yeah, Nicole Kidman falls in love with a ten year old boy (No surprises there) Me: If I could raise an eyebrow, I would. Her: She believed that the kid was her reincarnated dead husband. Me: OOOkay.. Her: And they share an erotic scene in the bathtub. Me: Fun. :roll: Her: Apparently the movie's called Child Love. Me: Will you shut up? I'm getting unnerved and I can't really type as fast as you speak. :P End of conversation 1. Please insert disc 2 and press OK to continue. Please check Fark.com for more odd news reports. Hmm...What else. I'm supposed to be fasting today. I'm hungry and its raining.
[u]Charcoal[/u] Burning red Hot and strong Lit up from within Where did I go wrong?
The marshmallow on The end of my stick Does not even deserve A tentative lick.
The bucket of water To put out the fire Was empty and dry and The flames just crept higher.
They ruined my food And burned down my tent So when it went out I was completely spent.
You little staining thing that came in a sack I'm glad you burnt up And your remains were black.
Not just drizzle. Its been raining heavily since yesterday night. Why do I feel so downhearted right now? The weather (rain), and Spanish. Argh...I'm going insane. Sigh. I've realised I understand what she's saying now. I've gotten used to the squirrel-speech but now adlibbing and talking gives me the jitters. Its like everything I learnt in GCSE has drained out of my brain. Damn. 8 people in my class out of 360. What does that tell you? Im thinking of dropping the subject, but I honestly don't know what i'l do instead, and besides, I love the language...This independance (within school) feels just like the one I gained when I was 7. I remember the same, conscious clench of the stomach and bad vibes generally...Sigh. I think by the time I get used to it, the year will be over. Oh well. I'll be fine I guess. I'm very OCD (Obsessive-Compulsive Depressive).
[u]Rain[/u] I'd love it were I allowed To dance in its misty threat, And to walk all around The weather, in ways, just set.
How perfect would it be To walk down a wet boulevard, In the rain, a personal mission To deliver a greeting card.
And to arrive on one's dry doorstep With soppy card in hand And be bundled warmly in Upon carpet, soft like sand.
To be warmed in front Of the fire's heating glow, And the many thanks too Which the receiver does bestow.
Nothing warms the heart Or soothes September pain, Like a cup of hot chocolate on An armchair, watching the rain.
They Kept Meowing! Everytime you walked past they'd go "Meow" and they even scared a year 7 shitless. Today I will talk about random things. Tuck a pant leg into your sock and when questioned say 'Not Now" and walk away. I forgot where I heard that but it did make me laugh. Also Why not say 'Ding!' Every time the elevator doors open? It scares people. It does. It scared me. I also moved my teacher's desk into the elevator on April Fools. The doors opened, and there was another teacher in there. We cracked up laughing. Okay. Onto serious matters. I don't know anyone named Hugh. Feeling: Like This.
Okay, so far so good. Except for Spanish. I mean, What the hell was she saying? She spoke so fast I barely had time to register what the first word of her sentence was! I'm emotionally drained. The whole day, Set yourself a work schedule, 4 hours of homework a day, set yourself a free-time schedule, you will be given independant work, subsidiary, advanced, 4 hours, work... Sigh. I know I'm whining but yeah, AS is supposed to be easier than GCSE. Funny, I havn't quite worked how that works yet. Okay, I've got homework. But Im glad to say apart from Spanish, everything else is splendid. Really.
Since school started I've been feeling quite daunted. Too many times I've asked myself "What have I missed along the way? And why don't I know this stuff and they do?" An example of this would be The RS class we had on Friday. "A life unexamined is not worth living." Socrates. Instantly the two people sitting beside me translated the quote into latin and began discussing Socrates work and eating habits. I blanched. It was as if each of them had ingested their textbooks. I think I was the only one who felt that way. My better judgement tells me that I probably wasn't, but What the hell had I gotten myself into!? What had I missed along the transition from Year 11 to Year 12? And what did they know that I didn't? I'm dreading monday already. I chose subjects that I love, but now each of them seems to be so...Overwhelming. Psychology: I know for a fact that this term its a whole new curriculum so I'm hoping I'm not the only one who's clueless this time around, but a lot of the work is based on last years curriculum so I know for a fact that If I get stuck I have my notes to depend on, and many other students who didn't take this sub last year won't. *Chortles Gleefully* RS: This is scary. Firstly, because I have straight A* students in my class, and secondly, the teacher who teaches the Ethics side of this subject hates me. That and one of the books I've ordered for this subject hasn't been delivered to Hong Kong yet. English: I hope this subject will be okay, as I've met my fellow classmates and I quite like them, but looking through the textbook gives me the shivers. Too many words I don't understand, and this is coming from an A* litlang student who read Charles Dickens when she was 4 (my pride in this seems to pale against the smartasses in my yeargroup, but its my personal little achievement) Finally, Spanish. This doesn't seem too bad. But It makes me question why only 8 students out of 360 are taking it this year, and why the other 7 besides myself were from the top set last year and got Straight A*s (unlike myself) on their exams. Yikes. But oh well...I'l try my best. That particular Friday honestly made me take an Introspective Inventory. I realised, And realised being the key word, that I still had a lot to learn. It actually sunk in deep for once, and wasn't actually just something I would say or know on the surface. It really made me rethink my values. I suppose the reason why it hit me hard was because I have never felt at home in school, which is an odd thing to say. School, to me, has always been for studying. But honestly, I do have a lot to learn. I never considered this fact in detail because I always thought it a great truth, but never realised how great it actually was. The fact is, I've never actually felt like 'just a normal student'. I've always felt very daunted or simply just not a student. Maybe this is due to the fact that unlike most of my classmates, I have to work to support myself. I've always been...more comfortable with people older than myself, because since the age of 7 this is what I grew up around. After school, there was always work, and school paled in comparison. In school I am quite invisible. Oh no, not a loner, I can fake myself into cliques pretty well if I wished to, (with no inclination of doing so) and I get along fairly well with everyone, but I feel as if I don't quite belong. Occasionally theres the odd bout of wistful thinking or yearning to be, but it always passes. Its as odd as the fact that when I see people gossiping in a hallway, I don't feel curious to know what goes on, but merely a sort of mild amusement. The wrong life, or perhaps born into the wrong body. I wouldn't know. Its a long walk back to Eden, Sweetheart. On to other matters. This type of chatter ultimately always leads me into a self-deprecating depression. My uncle died recently. He left me a Canon E05. My first SLR! *laugh* and the way in which I obtained this camera is quite astounding, really, because he was the sort of uncle who never liked me and was one who wanted me smothered at birth. Scene, before I met my dad, on the phone with a friend on the bus. Me: I took photography. I need a camera. Her: Yeah its expensive innit? Me: Yup. Good ones here are over 12K. Her: Ouch. Me: Hey...The lady who just got off the bus handed me some piece of paper before she got off. Her: Weird. Whats it say? Me: Something bout teaching a 7 year old to speak English. and her phone number. Her: Godsend. Take the offer! You can get your camera! Me: I'll think about it. Later, Me and my dad. Me: *thoughtfully* I joined the photography club at school. Dad: You need a camera for that. You know you can't afford it. Why'd you bother? Me: I know. I found out that to get one, It'd take me 7 months to get a good one on my salary. Dad: Okay. Your (name) uncle died. Me: Hows that relavent? I hardly knew him. Dad: He left you his camera. Me: Oh I see... Dad: Yeah. Consider yourself lucky. Odd, the circumstances in which I got that camera. Its a little old, 1980's old, and its sort of broken, but it still works. I can save up to get a new one while I work out how to use these properly. I felt lucky. Red sky at night, Shepherds Delight. I think I ought to go now. Its been a long post. There was other news, but I have forgotten what it was. *Sigh*. Later, perhaps. This has been one helluva long post already. Feeling: Newbie-ish.
I seem to draw it in from big crowds. Today's assembly, for example. I kept getting tingly and excited. Such a rush...But I felt like I was drawing the fear and apprehension in too. Odd. I Had to ground myself after, but I'm left with a mild headache and a craving for something like a peach. Nothings fixed yet. sigh.
[u]Arguments[/u] At home When all one hears is the steady drip of a leaking tap The old creak of an aching stair And voices too loud to block out. Here you will find a lone figure Curled up with a book In an empty room Not quite reading Or seeing but Reaching deep into A cluttered mind. She questioned with A fierce desire To know. Why? Why not? Because. And then you see That though she heard It was not just White noise. A fabric rustle As she rose and crossed To the half closed Door, Half expecting the voices To grow soft As they sensed her soft Approach. Not softer, however, But louder. Intense. A minutes worth before Silence. Why? Why Not? Because.
I Want cheese. Today was a good day I suppose. Excepting the fact that everything electronic item I own is now broken. My PC (Broke last night) My MP3 player battery. It spontaenously combusted in it's charger yesterday night. My digicam. Been broken for ages. My video player. For the last year. My phone seems to be rebelling against me too. Feeling: Headbangy. :P
Hello There, The Angel From My Nightmare...*Sings* I'm hooked to this song. Blink 182's I Miss You. This is dedicated to Lawrie! Don't turn into a hobo, hun. Had a good night, though sleepless. Popped 2 aspirin and went to work at 5 in the morn. I Walked. All the way. Got to work at 10:18am. I Remember looking at the clock. Its nice, walking at night. It was drizzling. Autumnal rain. Cold but sweet. Theres something nice about walking in the dark. So...soothing. Calming. It was cloudy, and there was a patch in the clouds through which you could see the moon. That was helpful because the streetlights were not working where I lived. Powercut. I Walked from Sheung Shui to Sha Tin in 6 inch heels. *proud* The sun seared a hole through the clouds at around 8, So i was pretty dry by the time I got to the office. And very hungry. Came home in the late afternoon. Got to work creating the ultimate Sim house. Have created The dining room and kitchen so far. *nodnod* I bought my school books on the way home, seeing as Paddyfield messed up my order. 14 books. Phew. My arms are still aching from carrying those. I've found a quote I like. "Secreting verbal pearls around grains of fact". Song Of The Day: The Boys Of Summer. Alice Deejay
Nobody on the road Nobody on the beach I feel it in the air The summer's out of reach Empty lake, empty streets The sun goes down alone I'm drivin' by your house Though I know you're not at home But I can see you- Your brown skin shinin' in the sun You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer have gone I never will forget those nights I wonder if it was a dream Remember how you made me crazy? Remember how I made you scream Now I don't understand what happened to our love But babe, I'm gonna get you back I'm gonna show you what I'm made of I can see you- Your brown skin shinin' in the sun I see you walkin' real slow and you're smilin' at everyone I can tell you my love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer have gone Out on the road today, I saw a DEADHEAD sticker on a Cadillac A little voice Inside my head said, Don't look back. You can never look back. I thought I knew what love was What did I know? Those days are gone forever I should just let them go but- I can see you- Your brown skin shinin' in the sun You got that top pulled down and that radio on, baby And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer have gone I can see you- Your brown skin shinin' in the sun You got that hair slicked back and those Wayfarers on, baby I can tell you my love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer have gone
Been playing in my mind and mp3 player all day. This ones dedicated to Ash. Get Well Soon *Hugs* And sorry I snapped at you yesterday. Aight. Thats all for now. Scatty Post, I know, but I'm sorry. Feeling: Quietly Confused.
Like This
Trapped Within.
Steady State. Content.
Eevel
Yes. Quite.
Like This.
Newbie-ish.
Lurky.
Headbangy. :P
Quietly Confused.