Does being happy need a reason? Can we just be childish and jump around as if high on caffiene? Today I was at a mall and I was bubbling inside. For no apparent reason. Can I honestly claim that talking to you made me that happy? I dont think you're all the reason . I wanted to jump around. Wanted to be five and pretty in a pink dress. Wanted to stand on a road divider between whizzing cars and sing some loud song. Wanted to smile at every unknown face. (Which I did as well!! and all those kind men offering me to try out perfumes probably though I was flirting with them!) Wanted to do something radical. Had anyone asked me if I wanted to go to Europe, drop everything and just go, I would have run to the airport!!
Its so much fun currently! Being as I am, flabby arms and everything! I'm on a happy mood upswing! I want to dance with everyone on the street. Give away my seat on the bus to the fat oily gujju lady and dance all the way home with the conductor!
I'm walking on sunshine (whoa oh)
I'm walking on sunshine (whoa oh)
I'm walking on sunshine (whoa oh)
And don't it feel good (HEY!) Alright now
And don't it feel good (HEY!) Alright now
All right now yeah! (HEY!)
Some songs, unless you're really happy sound absurd! This is another such song!
I feel the love, I feel the love, I feel the love that's really real
I feel the love, I feel the love, I feel the love that's really real
LOLLLL!!
October 28, 2007
October 26, 2007
1st Factory Visit
Yesterday (25/10/07) was my first Factory Visit as an "Internal Auditor", if you please.
I wish I felt like writing more about it, I was experiencing the whole thing as if it were a blog entry. But now, I dont feel like writing about it.
I'm in a weird, cheesed off mood.
I wish I felt like writing more about it, I was experiencing the whole thing as if it were a blog entry. But now, I dont feel like writing about it.
I'm in a weird, cheesed off mood.
October 22, 2007
im loooooooooooooooooooooooooooosing you!
".....This is a blind kind of love
Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing
I'm losing you
Whoa haaa, I'm losing you
Ain't love the sweetest thing
Ain’t love the sweetest thing
Ain’t love the sweetest thing
Ain’t love the sweetest thing ?...."
The ONLY U2 song I adore!!! Its the sorta song that makes you want to break out into a Karan Johar movie-type song... suddenly jump and click your heels, or twirl around poles in happiness!! Or fling your arms in sheer exuberance and want to envelop the whole world in your embrace! Or do an extremely well choreographed little jig.
BASICALLY, this song makes me happy!!
Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing
I'm losing you
Whoa haaa, I'm losing you
Ain't love the sweetest thing
Ain’t love the sweetest thing
Ain’t love the sweetest thing
Ain’t love the sweetest thing ?...."
The ONLY U2 song I adore!!! Its the sorta song that makes you want to break out into a Karan Johar movie-type song... suddenly jump and click your heels, or twirl around poles in happiness!! Or fling your arms in sheer exuberance and want to envelop the whole world in your embrace! Or do an extremely well choreographed little jig.
BASICALLY, this song makes me happy!!
October 21, 2007
Are you lonesome tonight?
Elvis Presley. I have never felt so completely touched by a person's voice ever before. In the middle of this song, its more of a monologue, and its been written so beautifully, anyone could fall in love with the person who's written them. (Or Presley for singing them like that!)
(Words & music: Roy Turk / Lou Handman)
"Are you lonesome tonight,do you miss me tonight?
Are you sorry we drifted apart?
Does your memory stray to a brighter sunny day
When I kissed you and called you sweetheart?
Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare?
Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there?
Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?
(Words & music: Roy Turk / Lou Handman)
"Are you lonesome tonight,do you miss me tonight?
Are you sorry we drifted apart?
Does your memory stray to a brighter sunny day
When I kissed you and called you sweetheart?
Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare?
Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there?
Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?
I wonder if you’re lonesome tonight
You know someone said that the world’s a stage
And each must play a part.
Fate had me playing in love you as my sweet heart.
Act one was when we met, I loved you at first glance
You read your line so cleverly and never missed a cue
Then came act two, you seemed to change and you acted strange
And why I’ll never know.
Honey, you lied when you said you loved me
And I had no cause to doubt you.
But I’d rather go on hearing your lies
Than go on living without you.
Now the stage is bare and I’m standing there
With emptiness all around
And if you won’t come back to me
Then they can bring the curtain down.
Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?"
There is that something about those old hollywood romances. The proper-ness and the cliched-ness of it all. Its heart-breakingly sweet. There are few things better than an out-an-out romantic film/book/song. Something plain and simple, but so beautiful in its simplicity.
The Hero is always a Robert Redford, and the heroine is just the prettiest. He's all macho, and she's chiffon-and-ribbon frail . Its so perfect.
No wonder everyone loves Mills n Boons. Its just a bit of Paris in everyday life! It appeals to almost all uncycnical, romantic females because probably we all would want that Paris in our lives. But we're grounded, and the fountains of Veinna are reserved for a whirlwind trip of Europe (in 14 days!), so whats wrong with a li'l old fashioned romance, even if it is in a dog-eared paperback? It's so nice to put down a book with a huge grin on your face!
You know someone said that the world’s a stage
And each must play a part.
Fate had me playing in love you as my sweet heart.
Act one was when we met, I loved you at first glance
You read your line so cleverly and never missed a cue
Then came act two, you seemed to change and you acted strange
And why I’ll never know.
Honey, you lied when you said you loved me
And I had no cause to doubt you.
But I’d rather go on hearing your lies
Than go on living without you.
Now the stage is bare and I’m standing there
With emptiness all around
And if you won’t come back to me
Then they can bring the curtain down.
Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?"
There is that something about those old hollywood romances. The proper-ness and the cliched-ness of it all. Its heart-breakingly sweet. There are few things better than an out-an-out romantic film/book/song. Something plain and simple, but so beautiful in its simplicity.
The Hero is always a Robert Redford, and the heroine is just the prettiest. He's all macho, and she's chiffon-and-ribbon frail . Its so perfect.
No wonder everyone loves Mills n Boons. Its just a bit of Paris in everyday life! It appeals to almost all uncycnical, romantic females because probably we all would want that Paris in our lives. But we're grounded, and the fountains of Veinna are reserved for a whirlwind trip of Europe (in 14 days!), so whats wrong with a li'l old fashioned romance, even if it is in a dog-eared paperback? It's so nice to put down a book with a huge grin on your face!
potty on potter!!!! LOL
I don't understand how people can accept shit that people write in the name of magic, but wont accept love as magical. And how can ANYONE accept liking a book, or a series of books, that a confirmed non-reader reads? Case in point being Harry Potter. I cannot stand them anymore. Partly because its a whole lotta crap, secondly because the dog on the footpath reads Harry Potter. By that I mean, EVERYONE, everyone, everyone has read those books. AND NOT because they like to read, or because they found it by trial and error, but just because it's a craze. Because everyone from a 7 yr old to a 70 yr old reads it, and they all feel kicked about reading a book with 782 pages. (WOW! ). She writes well, no doubt. Fast and exciting, but is that all reading is about? A book like that doesn't stay with you. Though everyone MUST buy alllll seven books, and must regard them with reverence, how many people actually re-read them? With immense and increasing reluctance I read the 5 and 6 th book, solely because I was damningly free. (AND trust me, I can't remember what happens in either!) But the seventh book, I refused downright. Probably someday, when I'm old and wrinkly and I want to know what finally happens to that potter boy, or I want to converse about books to absolute nincompoops, I'll read them. But till then, Potty on potter!!! LOL
(Hey! I just sounded like a first class bookish snob!...YAYYY! THAT is something I wont bristle if you call me!)
(Hey! I just sounded like a first class bookish snob!...YAYYY! THAT is something I wont bristle if you call me!)
random musings.
So, I have been travelling to and fro Chembur for a week, and needless to say, I've had loads of time to ponder bout stuff. And to day dream. But no time to blog! So I'm just probably going to ramble today -there's this huge list of things I've been dying to write.
Yesterday I saw this little cute girl of about 5 very obviously happy because she was wearing a very pretty dress. I don't know what it is about young girls, but put them in a pink frilly frock, and you have instant happiness running about!! The frillier the better. Ask any 3-9 year old her favourite color, and it IS pink. I remember, birthdays were all about one thing, getting to wear that new pink frock, with those pink shoes!! LOL. (yeah so maybe, some girls were the exception and played those horrible WWF cards, but yes the majority of the cute little girl fraternity loved pink in all its variants)
Also, I believe in Gaurdian Angels. I read ' The Valkyries' (Paulo Coelho) recently and it was all about finding your angel . And I believe in signs. So when I'm walking along an unfamiliar track, and I see something I like, or love, I take it as a sign- that I'm on the right track... its funny how a tiny insignificant thing can be so reassuring....
A few days back I was in a dilemma, very complicated. And I was sitting in this stationary train at Churchgate, with my head in my hands. Too tired and too confused to figure out what I should do. And then I made a decision. Making that decision set me free. I got down so happily from that train, and there was a joyous bounce in my step. It was almost like my angel was leading me, helping me. And inspite of the horribleness I had to do after that, I was maha-pleased with myself.
Yesterday I saw this little cute girl of about 5 very obviously happy because she was wearing a very pretty dress. I don't know what it is about young girls, but put them in a pink frilly frock, and you have instant happiness running about!! The frillier the better. Ask any 3-9 year old her favourite color, and it IS pink. I remember, birthdays were all about one thing, getting to wear that new pink frock, with those pink shoes!! LOL. (yeah so maybe, some girls were the exception and played those horrible WWF cards, but yes the majority of the cute little girl fraternity loved pink in all its variants)
Also, I believe in Gaurdian Angels. I read ' The Valkyries' (Paulo Coelho) recently and it was all about finding your angel . And I believe in signs. So when I'm walking along an unfamiliar track, and I see something I like, or love, I take it as a sign- that I'm on the right track... its funny how a tiny insignificant thing can be so reassuring....
A few days back I was in a dilemma, very complicated. And I was sitting in this stationary train at Churchgate, with my head in my hands. Too tired and too confused to figure out what I should do. And then I made a decision. Making that decision set me free. I got down so happily from that train, and there was a joyous bounce in my step. It was almost like my angel was leading me, helping me. And inspite of the horribleness I had to do after that, I was maha-pleased with myself.
October 19, 2007
Sitting in the pools of your sheets.
Sitting in the pools of your sheets, resting my head on your pillow,
What am I without your love, without your merest illusion?
Drinking from your lips, following your paths,
If it isn't love, it must be devotion.
Standing in your bathwater, living in your embrace,
Travelling in your city, wearing your cotton,
Listening to your voice, walking on your land,
The only thing that is mine is the dreams I've spun.
Holding your hand, following your lead,
Unburdened, free- love is freeing me unto you,
Carefree, reckless, fierce like the Sun,
Deeper than my blood, deeper into you.
18/10/2007
Everytime I open a book to study, a hurriedly-jotted down poem pops out of nowhere! And the only time I can write anything of substance is when my exams are abt to begin... Needless to say, I cn never give away my notebooks to people. Maybe someday I'll compile all these lil smippets together and make an actual book.
What am I without your love, without your merest illusion?
Drinking from your lips, following your paths,
If it isn't love, it must be devotion.
Standing in your bathwater, living in your embrace,
Travelling in your city, wearing your cotton,
Listening to your voice, walking on your land,
The only thing that is mine is the dreams I've spun.
Holding your hand, following your lead,
Unburdened, free- love is freeing me unto you,
Carefree, reckless, fierce like the Sun,
Deeper than my blood, deeper into you.
18/10/2007
Everytime I open a book to study, a hurriedly-jotted down poem pops out of nowhere! And the only time I can write anything of substance is when my exams are abt to begin... Needless to say, I cn never give away my notebooks to people. Maybe someday I'll compile all these lil smippets together and make an actual book.
October 17, 2007
LOL
nothing to write...
but I dont want this 'date' to go away without mention...
I had sucha hard time trying to keep it inside.... but I survived!
LOL!
17/10/2007
but I dont want this 'date' to go away without mention...
I had sucha hard time trying to keep it inside.... but I survived!
LOL!
17/10/2007
October 16, 2007
a particle of an article!
So, FINALLY working!! The days that we have been anticipating/ dreading/looking forward to in equal proportions, are finally here! Yesterday was my first day at work! And by the time I reached home I was so dead tired (this is just to explain yesterday's quick-dash entry). Today was less exhaustive that ways. I sat with the entire ledgers cross checking them three times. And using Tally!
I'm sitting amidst all the accountants in this huge company's accounts dept, in a tiny corner called "Internal Audit" and I can hear noises which are so unfamiliar. I SO don't belong! And all the time that I'm entering records in Excel, crossing them over in Tally, I range from feeling utterly proud of myself (How grown up!) to feeling a sense of extreme loss. Because all I can see is numbers and figures. And accepting these into my life, has in a way, bid adieu to the words I longed to see. Out of the blue, I think "Wtf am I doing here, sitting between all these men?"
And the very next minute I feel, "Wow! I know this stuff! and I can see my life heading into accountancy glory! yahoooo!! "
I'm sitting amidst all the accountants in this huge company's accounts dept, in a tiny corner called "Internal Audit" and I can hear noises which are so unfamiliar. I SO don't belong! And all the time that I'm entering records in Excel, crossing them over in Tally, I range from feeling utterly proud of myself (How grown up!) to feeling a sense of extreme loss. Because all I can see is numbers and figures. And accepting these into my life, has in a way, bid adieu to the words I longed to see. Out of the blue, I think "Wtf am I doing here, sitting between all these men?"
And the very next minute I feel, "Wow! I know this stuff! and I can see my life heading into accountancy glory! yahoooo!! "
October 15, 2007
October 13, 2007
casablanca
Parents influence, among many other things our choices for music when we are growing up. Before the acid rock hits us and before the music volumes are unbearable for our parents. I remember my father played his favourites and my mom and dad slow-danced to "Beautiful Tonight" by Eric Clapton every so often.
There are many beautiful songs that remind me of him, and I like Wham!, or The Police, or Bryan Adams because these are the songs I grew up listening to.
Theres this sweet song tucked away in memory I love listening to. Its called Casablanca, by Bertie Higgins (or Frank Sinatra) depends on the version you can find online.
Its so cute, do listen to it!
"I fell in love with you watching Casablanca
Back row of the drive in show in the flickering light
Popcorn and cokes beneath the stars became champagne and caviar
Making love on a long hot summers night
I thought you fell in love with me watching Casablance
Holding hands 'neath the paddle fans in Rick's Candle lit cafe
Hiding in the shadows from the spies. Moroccan moonlight in your eyes
Making magic at the movies in my old chevrolet
Oh! A kiss is still a kiss in Casablanca,
But a kiss is not a kiss without your sigh.
Please come back to me in Casablanca,
I love you more and more each day as time goes by"
so cute!
There are many beautiful songs that remind me of him, and I like Wham!, or The Police, or Bryan Adams because these are the songs I grew up listening to.
Theres this sweet song tucked away in memory I love listening to. Its called Casablanca, by Bertie Higgins (or Frank Sinatra) depends on the version you can find online.
Its so cute, do listen to it!
"I fell in love with you watching Casablanca
Back row of the drive in show in the flickering light
Popcorn and cokes beneath the stars became champagne and caviar
Making love on a long hot summers night
I thought you fell in love with me watching Casablance
Holding hands 'neath the paddle fans in Rick's Candle lit cafe
Hiding in the shadows from the spies. Moroccan moonlight in your eyes
Making magic at the movies in my old chevrolet
Oh! A kiss is still a kiss in Casablanca,
But a kiss is not a kiss without your sigh.
Please come back to me in Casablanca,
I love you more and more each day as time goes by"
so cute!
OOOH!
"Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction is holding me fast
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to find my way home
Unladen, empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I
Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night
There's no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss
Can't keep my mind from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I"
Pink Floyd, Learning To Fly.
Now, today I think this song is apt. Things are changing and I'm on the threshold of a monumentous change in my life. And I'm frightened because the road ahead is unknown. (I feel so melodramatic!) But its a big thing! I'm starting WORK! LOL! And, I'm learning to fly.
There's a song for everything, isnt there!
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction is holding me fast
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to find my way home
Unladen, empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I
Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night
There's no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss
Can't keep my mind from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I"
Pink Floyd, Learning To Fly.
Now, today I think this song is apt. Things are changing and I'm on the threshold of a monumentous change in my life. And I'm frightened because the road ahead is unknown. (I feel so melodramatic!) But its a big thing! I'm starting WORK! LOL! And, I'm learning to fly.
There's a song for everything, isnt there!
October 08, 2007
Def Leppard- Love Bites
This is, according to me, The Reason why God sent Def Lep to Earth!!! Seriously, were you to have half an ear, and love for 80's slow rock, this would be YOUR fav song as well. Its just so awesome.
I remember seeing it this August on Vh1, and for a song that released in 1987, thts something!
Someone on sing365.com reviewed it like this, and I couldn't have said it better myself!
" Love Bites is so sexy and alluring as my title says. A concert I recently attended definitely showed the electricity with this song. Every woman that had a mate was busy grinding them and was so into the lyrics of the song. The song is so magical and can transform a woman into an animal!!! "
Hmm, now this person got a lil graphic, but its true!
My fav lines are these- I love the way they've been sung
"I don't wanna touch you too much baby
'Cos making love to you might drive me crazy
I know you think that love is the way you make it
So I don't wanna be there when you decide to break it
No!"
Actually this entire song is one long sigh! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhh....
I remember seeing it this August on Vh1, and for a song that released in 1987, thts something!
Someone on sing365.com reviewed it like this, and I couldn't have said it better myself!
" Love Bites is so sexy and alluring as my title says. A concert I recently attended definitely showed the electricity with this song. Every woman that had a mate was busy grinding them and was so into the lyrics of the song. The song is so magical and can transform a woman into an animal!!! "
Hmm, now this person got a lil graphic, but its true!
My fav lines are these- I love the way they've been sung
"I don't wanna touch you too much baby
'Cos making love to you might drive me crazy
I know you think that love is the way you make it
So I don't wanna be there when you decide to break it
No!"
Actually this entire song is one long sigh! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhh....
this is the album Hysteria ('87) one of their best.
October 05, 2007
hush, hush, darlin
Last night I had a dream, a recurring one if u please. About this little boy who is running and running straight at me. Crying like the little child he is. And I don't know who he is, but my heart goes out to him, so I hug him and try to placate him into being calm. But he's hurt, and so he's pouring his heart out. And so moved am I, that I begin to tear up as well. I woke up with a jolt. I wish he'd stop crying first.
music in my ears...
This is something that I've always wondered. If people wear headphones all the time while travelling, doesn't it take away from hearing the myriad sounds of the streets. As I walk to college in the morning, I see people with headphones beginning from their ears and their wires snaking into pant-pockets. Don't they want to hear what all they miss out? The streets are alive with sounds of the city. (LOL! Hey I dont live in Austria like her!) The birds frantically calling out, the hurried cars whizzing about, the friends on a morning walk, the little school children discussing homework ("5 ka table likhna tha..."), the lovers' early morning spat...all these sounds, would you want to miss them out?
Now, as far as music lovers go, I'm a pretty big one. My "first thing in the morning" is to put on my stereo (AAH! the joys of sleeping alone!)... and I HAVE to HAVE my 'current favorite track' playing in the background at all times. But I've lost track of the times I've declined the "Beta, chuck the cell phone, Ill get you an I pod instead". (Which I still think is a rather crappy thing, whatever you say!)...And I don't have a music phone either (I will ALWAYS love you Bobo,the cutest cell phone in the world!), but I don't want to belong to the people who do that. Walk around with music in their ears.
The primary reason I write this, is because, travelling is when I actually think. And read. I come up with most of my blog entries while walking. With most of my poems, and almost every weird idea that I get. I love walking and talking to myself. Its a very therapeutic thing. According to Paulo Coelho, a simple thing like that is akin to speaking with your angel (The Valkyries). So I'd like to not have music then.
And read. What IS better than reading the heavy book to and fro college/class/etc, wherever? I remember lugging around Seth's A Suitable Boy for 3 weeks everywhere I went. (1349 pages, hardbound-NOT a small job!). Fewer things are better than a long bus journey, a comfortable seat, and a good book. (Just remember to tell the Conductor to tell you when to get down... I speak from Experience!).
Now, all this might change were I to be flashy enough to carry a I pod, or whatever is the IN thing currently as of 5/10/2007... or to have a phone with my music collection. When does the mind wander off to un-thought-of things? When do I read the ever growing stack of books I must? Oh, Lord, when do I think of the dearly beloved as well? And most importantly, when do I come up with entries as senseless as this?
Now, as far as music lovers go, I'm a pretty big one. My "first thing in the morning" is to put on my stereo (AAH! the joys of sleeping alone!)... and I HAVE to HAVE my 'current favorite track' playing in the background at all times. But I've lost track of the times I've declined the "Beta, chuck the cell phone, Ill get you an I pod instead". (Which I still think is a rather crappy thing, whatever you say!)...And I don't have a music phone either (I will ALWAYS love you Bobo,the cutest cell phone in the world!), but I don't want to belong to the people who do that. Walk around with music in their ears.
The primary reason I write this, is because, travelling is when I actually think. And read. I come up with most of my blog entries while walking. With most of my poems, and almost every weird idea that I get. I love walking and talking to myself. Its a very therapeutic thing. According to Paulo Coelho, a simple thing like that is akin to speaking with your angel (The Valkyries). So I'd like to not have music then.
And read. What IS better than reading the heavy book to and fro college/class/etc, wherever? I remember lugging around Seth's A Suitable Boy for 3 weeks everywhere I went. (1349 pages, hardbound-NOT a small job!). Fewer things are better than a long bus journey, a comfortable seat, and a good book. (Just remember to tell the Conductor to tell you when to get down... I speak from Experience!).
Now, all this might change were I to be flashy enough to carry a I pod, or whatever is the IN thing currently as of 5/10/2007... or to have a phone with my music collection. When does the mind wander off to un-thought-of things? When do I read the ever growing stack of books I must? Oh, Lord, when do I think of the dearly beloved as well? And most importantly, when do I come up with entries as senseless as this?
October 03, 2007
LILIAN
oooh, please do listen to this song. Its ...plaintive. (oo!) Its not the song I was looking for, but Depeche Mode's good, and this guys singing in a very low voice. Its sexy.
Oh, Lilian
Look what you've done
You've stripped my heart
Ripped it apart
In the name of fun
Oh, Lilian
I'm a poor man's son
And precious jewels
Weren't found in schools
Where I came from
Pain and misery always hit the spot
Knowing you can't lose what you haven't got
Oh, Lilian
I should have run
I should have known
Each dress you own
Is a loaded gun
Oh, Lilian
Oh, Lilian
I need protection
I hear your voice
And any choice I had is gone
Oh, Lilian
Once I begun
I couldn't stop
'til every drop of blood was sung
Pain and misery always hit the spot
Knowing you can't lose what you haven't got
Oh, Lilian
Look what you've done
You stripped my heart
Ripped it apart
In the name of fun
Oh, Lilian
Oh, Lilian
Oh, Lilian
Oh, Lilian
ooooooooo
Oh, Lilian
Look what you've done
You've stripped my heart
Ripped it apart
In the name of fun
Oh, Lilian
I'm a poor man's son
And precious jewels
Weren't found in schools
Where I came from
Pain and misery always hit the spot
Knowing you can't lose what you haven't got
Oh, Lilian
I should have run
I should have known
Each dress you own
Is a loaded gun
Oh, Lilian
Oh, Lilian
I need protection
I hear your voice
And any choice I had is gone
Oh, Lilian
Once I begun
I couldn't stop
'til every drop of blood was sung
Pain and misery always hit the spot
Knowing you can't lose what you haven't got
Oh, Lilian
Look what you've done
You stripped my heart
Ripped it apart
In the name of fun
Oh, Lilian
Oh, Lilian
Oh, Lilian
Oh, Lilian
ooooooooo
October 02, 2007
a lovely love song.
I don't want a break-up sad song. I want to find a song about being in love. I want to write a song about being loved. How is it that I'm searching for a new favourite song? I don't want a song where she's sad, or he's sad. I want to find a simple sweet song about both of them being happy that they are in love. Nothing to do with pain. Nothing to do with longing. Nothing to do with being "too far away". I want to find a song where they're just happy. No "Stay here tonight". Why have people stopped writing about love? And if they do, why aren't they happy about it?
Something beautiful. Something about strumming guitars. Something about you. Why doesnt my brain function like it used to once upon a time. I never thought about you, but I could've written the most beautiful love song. Now all it does, is think of you, and come up with crappy poems. I cant call myself a poet anymore. And thus, I search the internet.
How saddening is it?
oh, lilian.
Something beautiful. Something about strumming guitars. Something about you. Why doesnt my brain function like it used to once upon a time. I never thought about you, but I could've written the most beautiful love song. Now all it does, is think of you, and come up with crappy poems. I cant call myself a poet anymore. And thus, I search the internet.
How saddening is it?
oh, lilian.
October 01, 2007
i like.
Now I like this. I like this part of the day. Early evening, no one home, no one online, nothing of importance to do other than blog. and listen to music. and read. Sometimes go out into the world. But if you know me you know how much I'd rather sit at home and think.
Another part of the day I really like is after dinner. Everyone retires into their own rooms, and since I've long given up on TV, I sit in my cubby-hole sweetheart, and listen to music. Just that. Sometimes Coldplay, sometimes cranberries. Occasionally in the dark as well. And I try to write. Because someone told me "Find out what you want to do, and go out and do it." This was when I was hopelessly wailing to him that my life lacks direction. (the whole "I'm lost" teenage sob story). But he's so patient to hear me out. I like him for that. A lot.
I like Yellow. By Coldplay. Yesterday, I put it on repeat and forgot all about everything else. What a lovely song. Though I still don't know why exactly yellow, but its just right. It makes sense. Coldplay is a band you listen listen to relentlessly, forget all about them, and suddenly suddenly, you WANT to listen to them. And so you rush, to your computer, or wherever you keep your music and since you must, you're lost in them again.
"I like you. I do love you, or that is what I tell myself, but I do like you too. "
The first time I realised there was a difference between liking and loving was when I was 12 and heard a song by Right Said Fred. It went like this "We love you but we don't like ya,/Don't like ya, don't like ya,/We love you but we don't like ya."
And that's when I figured there was a difference. I just presumed liking someone a lot, lot led you to loving them. But that's not how it is. At least not now. Childhood is a distorted place. Anyways, you could love someone and not like them. At least you wouldn't like them if you didn't already love them. Like family. If you weren't taught to love all family, come hell or high water, would you? Would you be friends with all your cousins if you had a choice? But currently, you love them.
OK, enough with love.
I like stringy yellow lights. Somehow I have never liked the colourful ones people put up. The ones that go "Green-Blue-Red-Yellow FLASH FLASH Green-B-Y-R FLASH thrice now". I like the ones that stay bulb yellow, are tiny and don't do jiggly dances. They're more romantic.
I like Michael Hutchence. One of my "Self Deserved Treats For Great Efforts Put In To Be A Good Girl" include listening to "Beautiful Girl" by INXS at full volume. Aaaaah! To have lived on this planet and not have listened to Michael Hutchence croon. How devastating! (OK, I know I'm going overboard).
oh, wht a colossal waste of time. But like I said, I like this
Another part of the day I really like is after dinner. Everyone retires into their own rooms, and since I've long given up on TV, I sit in my cubby-hole sweetheart, and listen to music. Just that. Sometimes Coldplay, sometimes cranberries. Occasionally in the dark as well. And I try to write. Because someone told me "Find out what you want to do, and go out and do it." This was when I was hopelessly wailing to him that my life lacks direction. (the whole "I'm lost" teenage sob story). But he's so patient to hear me out. I like him for that. A lot.
I like Yellow. By Coldplay. Yesterday, I put it on repeat and forgot all about everything else. What a lovely song. Though I still don't know why exactly yellow, but its just right. It makes sense. Coldplay is a band you listen listen to relentlessly, forget all about them, and suddenly suddenly, you WANT to listen to them. And so you rush, to your computer, or wherever you keep your music and since you must, you're lost in them again.
"I like you. I do love you, or that is what I tell myself, but I do like you too. "
The first time I realised there was a difference between liking and loving was when I was 12 and heard a song by Right Said Fred. It went like this "We love you but we don't like ya,/Don't like ya, don't like ya,/We love you but we don't like ya."
And that's when I figured there was a difference. I just presumed liking someone a lot, lot led you to loving them. But that's not how it is. At least not now. Childhood is a distorted place. Anyways, you could love someone and not like them. At least you wouldn't like them if you didn't already love them. Like family. If you weren't taught to love all family, come hell or high water, would you? Would you be friends with all your cousins if you had a choice? But currently, you love them.
OK, enough with love.
I like stringy yellow lights. Somehow I have never liked the colourful ones people put up. The ones that go "Green-Blue-Red-Yellow FLASH FLASH Green-B-Y-R FLASH thrice now". I like the ones that stay bulb yellow, are tiny and don't do jiggly dances. They're more romantic.
I like Michael Hutchence. One of my "Self Deserved Treats For Great Efforts Put In To Be A Good Girl" include listening to "Beautiful Girl" by INXS at full volume. Aaaaah! To have lived on this planet and not have listened to Michael Hutchence croon. How devastating! (OK, I know I'm going overboard).
oh, wht a colossal waste of time. But like I said, I like this
the nearness of you
"Distance is no obstacle to love. In the ocean depths blue whales send sonic serenades across thousands of sonar miles. When two hearts are apart, they are still indissolubly joined, just as "twin compasses are two" separated to trace out different circles yet never doubting they will be reunited. Love is so loyal that it does not need to be present to prove it. Love knows that moments of aloneness refresh and reinforce it; it passes the surest test "for a bond between two people :that each protects the solitude of the other."
Love- the feel good factor
Libby Williams.
Love- the feel good factor
Libby Williams.
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