ok i know its random, but was listening to Sober by Pink on my phone and half way through the song i just felt like seeing(or is it hearing?) whats on radio. turns out was Sober, by Pink, and it picked up from exactly where i stopped!!!
P.S: yes cheryl im working on your narcissistic post.
saw you today. wanted to say hi, but didnt know what you would say. by the time i was about to, you went away. its been too long.
Find your mirror go and look inside
and see the talent you always hide
don't go kidd yourself well not today
satisfaction's not too far away
Hold on now your exits here
it's waiting jsut for you
don't pause too long
it's fading now
its's ending all too soon you'll see
-Pete Murray. Opportunity
for the past couple of days those jonny walker ads have been playing in my head(the one where the guy gets fired from his job so that he can become a film maker, and the one where he cant get a grant so his buddies throw everything in for him)
is it wrong to base your future on a message in a commercial? probably not...
for once i wish i had longer in ns(and no way am i extending).
i still have to decide, july or feb? i would like a last july here. well, still a while away, lets just see what surprise december holds....
P.S: sorry, random thoughts of a confused mind...
Do you ever stop to count all the invitations
At the end of the day when it comes down to one decision
Of dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention,
All these sugars with no vitamin sensation.
Do you ever stop to look over old relations,
Or look to the belly of another one's emotions,
Someone young in the winds of a revolution
Trying to save his face in the evolution.
Asleep at the wheel,
No windshield,
But you know that the streets
Here don't change.
He's kept alive in the chain of mental starvation,
Bone rail skinny, only feeding off frustration.
Unlike you who seem bred from corruption
Feeding off the plates of an ununited nation.
Asleep at the wheel,
No windshield,
But you know that the streets
Here don't change.
With a lover in the street whose waiting to make a connection
To be the mother to the soul of your next abortion,
She'll steal your money with the eyes of a baby's complexion
Then she'll laugh at you and your sexual invention.
Smelling like a rose, in the flowers of devotion,
Devoted the heat of a spotlight in motion,
With a face full of mud even though you were only joking
As if you really understood the value of isolation.
Asleep at the wheel,
No windshield,
But you know that the streets
Here don't change.
Your tongue so fast like a freight train coming on rollin'
Every smile you give's just to keep your mouth from closing
Every engine burns as a sign of the explosion
Locked in neutral your engines are broken.
Like candle wax that sun melts into the ocean,
Like the moon that lights the tracks of the old train station,
You can color in the lines of mother earth's addictions,
And not hold a gun in the face of the Earth's abduction
Asleep at the wheel,
No windshield,
But you know that the streets
Here don't change.
firstly to amanda leo; miss you too! haha and we'll find you a new pool boy soon(and replacements for the other two) hint hint - we will get one you can go slipper shopping with! haha
ok couple of song lyrics for now(not originals, not yet haha, yes feel like writing again)
Livin on a Prayer(in dedication to YWM)
We've got to hold on to what we've got
'Cause it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not.
We've got each other and that's a lot for love -
We'll give it a shot.
We're half way there - Livin' on a prayer
Long story....
my plan for tmr:
Morning- scoop shit
Afternoon - deal with shit
Evening - listen to shit
yes, its gonna be fun!
*sigh* did i mention how much i HATE 2008. every time it gets to a point im happy, something comes around and messes everything up. not to the point of complete disorder or the like, just enough that i feel damn.....sian....(not angry, just sian, dont know how im gonna deal with it but i will try)
i love Bobo, gonna miss the guy when i have to leave. hes so cute! granted quite lazy but hes such a darling, so obedient and lovey.
firstly, i realised some repercussions of having a public blog. not going into details but those involved probably know what i mean. and im just not gonna care bout what damage has been done. because it wansnt my intention and it wasnt meant for everyone, even though everyone could see it.
now, onwards! the days been long, and interesting. was told i've been selected for further training(k9). on one hand its a great job cause i get a bestfriend for the remainder of my tour of service, down side i'll have less time for my other bestfriends, my sisters, ministry and friends. dont know my hours yet, but will soon enough.
cant really complain since part of my duties is what i wanted in the first place. wish somethings would have gone differently, but no point mulling over them now. like i said, damage done.
SIDE NOTE: damn it, i learned those 3 hard lessons for a bloody reason. why are people screwing around with my problems!
SIDE NOTE: sorry. think this year will be harder than last. i wont forget you. i promise.
this is a simple story of a young girl and a prophecy of unending love.
the young girl was searching for love for a very long time. and all her friends thought she had her eyes set on the local carriage driver. all the gossip through the town was that she was trying to get his notice, but to no avail.
so one day the young girl went to visit a sooth sayer in hopes of a prophecy related to the carriage driver. but the prophecy(as with all prophecies was very vague) and read as such: ' before the re-setting of the sun cycle, you will find the man to take you to the life you always dreamed of'
now, a ten-day, before the re-setting of the sun cycle there was to be a day of great feast in honor of a legendary hero, and in his honor the village painter threw a party and invited all the village. and the young girl was so sure the prophecy would be fulfilled at the party, and to her delight the carriage driver was there.
now, all the village knew that the young lady had her eye on the carriage driver, so in human nature they made a great laugh at it. and the young lady mistook these jokes as signs(as we all do when looking too deeply into something that is usually nothing) as such she blamed the painter for misleading her.
fortunately for the young lady, the carriage driver changed his mind after the re-setting of the sun cycle. and began proclaiming to the painter and the baker his love for her. and defended her honor when the two of them were making fun of her. he told them she was his hero, but he blamed the cupid for shooting him with the arrow of love(calling him an eggplant), and still had some fear of the young lady, and refused her invitation for tea, and quickly blamed it on uncontrollable words, in fear they may hurt his true love.
as one season comes to a close,
so too must a new journey unfold.
but a brief moment to remember all those,
those who made you more bold.
gave you courage to step up,
push through the fear in your heart.
even if their lessons were abrupt,
as long as you remember some part.
we move on and grow strong,
live for today and hope for tomorrow.
let go of all that have wronged,
and shed the burden of sorrow.
when you fall, pick yourself up.
when it comes crumbling down, start over.
when you go left but the world goes right, carry on.
mistakes are ment to be made and learned from.
why am i such a perfectionist today?
Could it be? Lets just wait and see what happens.
