Sunday, November 08, 2009
slowly now
just ask nicely.
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
hooked
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jEofC4N66eo&feature=related
...I was cruising down the expressway a few hours ago, just me in the car, listening to one of the local radio stations, when this song played...
"Don't stray...don't ever go away...I should be much too smart for this, you know it gets the better of me..."
It felt really liberating to just drive, with no destination, no time to chase, no passengers' comfort to mind, no voices competing with the music's and my head. I wanted to drive all night. I wanted songs of which I knew the lyrics to to play one after another so I could sing my heart out and drown in the distinct off-key tone of my voice. I wanted the wheels to keep rolling underneath me as I drive, barefooted, stumbling at this junction or that, cursing my fate of having to drive a manual transmission car but feeling so inwardly blessed that God actually thought I deserved to pass the test and lawfully put me on the roads among others far more experienced and skillful and whose patience remain unjustly tried by my ineptness. I want to ride off into the night even though big trees seem to frown at me in the dark and that makes me scared in a frightened-little-girl sort of way.
All these, just to forget that you will go to sleep tonight disappointed in, angry and upset with me, when I want to go on believing you're the one who owes me an apology.
cos that's just the way I am
All Love
Written by Ingrid Michaelson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fUxZ4htg3vswhen i push the sheets away from your face and watch you sleep all day here.
and when i push you away and say you simply cannot stay here.
its all love, all love, it's all of my stupid love.
when i say you take away the most important parts of me with you and when i've had the greyest day, you add more grey, that's just your way, it's true.
it's all love, all love. oh.
it's all love, all love. oh.
it's all love, all love. oh
it's all of my stupid love.
you can't be the one to kill the pain anymore.
you let me in but then you slam my fingers in the door.
i've had enough but i keep asking you to give me more.
when i say that there's no way.
it's all love, all love. oh.
it's all love, all love. oh.
it's all love, all love. oh
it's all of my stupid love.
it's all love, all love. oh.
it's all love, all love. oh.
it's all love, all love. oh
it's all of my stupid love.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
poison
I had a bad dream. I can't wait for things to be all rosy again, because recently there's been some dark clouds hanging over my bed and these really pungent hormones intoxicating my bloodstream, making me far too depressed for a Soefie. Gotta dig out the possimist in me again.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
la vérité
The best thing about a blog is that you could easily type out how crappy and depressed you feel (with concise descriptions of tears running down the sides of your chubby cheeks) when you could jolly well be having the time of your life, laughing, and having this tiny man called joy dancing in your heart.
hm.
you could.
Friday, October 23, 2009
breakfast
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
tattoo
I want the words to be written into my skin. Because as the ink fades, what's left is only the hope that the feeling will last. 