Friday at Coffee bean ~ Black Coffee
Night Swimming
Beach walking
Always silent
Never talking
Then you call my name
And I know inside I love you
Sail away
I miss you more
Until you see the shore
There I will be waiting
Anticipating
Each moment is new
And breeds a moment
Each moment is cool
And breeds a moment
I wouldn't wanna be
Anywhere else but... here
I wouldn't wanna change
Anything at all
I wouldn't wanna take
Everything out on... you
Though I know I do
Everytime I fall
Day dreaming
Chain smoking
Always laughin
Always jokin
I remain the same
Did I tell you that I love you
Brush your teeth
And pour a cup of black coffee out
I love to watch you do that every day
The little things that you do
Each moment is new
And breeds a moment
Each moment is cool
And breeds a moment
I wouldn't wanna be
Anywhere else but... here
I wouldnt wanna change
Anything at all
I wouldn't wanna take
Everything out on... you
Though I know I do
Everytime I fall
Each moment is cool
And breeds a moment
Nice women
Beach walking
Always silent
Never talking
Then you call my name
And I know inside I love you
Sail away
I miss you more
Until you see the shore
There I will be waiting
Anticipating
...Why is there oil floating on top?
...Oh, it's because of the beans madam, see when we grind the coffee beans...
...But I'm drinking hot cocoa...
Thursday, November 07, 2002
3 hours and a babe
We visted Sue again today. She looks great, I'm starting to see that wonderful girl she once was before it took over. She is so beautiful, it hurts me i guess to see her in such a state. We laughed, talked, shared and high-fived a lot. Finding common ground all over again. I cannot wait for her to be back.
Miki was gone, to social welfare... I can only pray that she is ok...
So is our fallen nature that we chase our children out of our bosoms. That we fall prey to pincers, that ironically seem to be attached to ourselves. mmumpph.
Song of the Day: Lagrene Bireli & Jaco Pastorius - The Chicken.
We visted Sue again today. She looks great, I'm starting to see that wonderful girl she once was before it took over. She is so beautiful, it hurts me i guess to see her in such a state. We laughed, talked, shared and high-fived a lot. Finding common ground all over again. I cannot wait for her to be back.
Miki was gone, to social welfare... I can only pray that she is ok...
So is our fallen nature that we chase our children out of our bosoms. That we fall prey to pincers, that ironically seem to be attached to ourselves. mmumpph.
Song of the Day: Lagrene Bireli & Jaco Pastorius - The Chicken.
Wednesday, November 06, 2002
Find Your Inner Cartoon Babe
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What sexy girl are you
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How slutty are you? I mean really.
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How strange are you?
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Seriously?
Mythical Creatures
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You are a unicorn. You've had a lot of heartbreak, but you don't let it get in your way. Don't hold your anger in too much, But at the same time, don't take it out on your friends and family, either. Unicorns are known for their beautiful but untame nature.
Heart break?
Psychology Test - Are you Sane?
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Somehow You have arived on the top of the scale, You seem smart when it comes to school, work, and love, You typicly have a good outlook on life, and most people under this catagory are still close to their parrents. We all should learn from you.
As you can tell, I'm bored out of my shirt.
Tuesday, November 05, 2002
Something, last year. I dug it up, a little historic find... embarrassing but honest. That's what we're all made of... little sparks of embarrassment and honesty. I contemplated censoring the idiotic bits, the ones that made me want to slap myself... But we can't claim to be honest, and leave out the awkward bits. Maybe, if you read this, think hard enough, you'd know, then again, not many would be bother so it's ok.
So you've moved. Congrats on your new room. Hardly an apt greeting but never mind. So how have you been? It's been a while.
What have you been up to so far? I haven't an inkling of an idea of your standing in your life now. *blink blink* I'm extremely frustrated. I've been a dazzle-head lately. Forgetting things, been perpatually tired (I think that's the worst), lagging in school work etc.
Ok, the seedlings of another depressing letter. Hey, I like letters written or received, depressing or not. I know you'd opt for the latter but oh well, this is such a depressing colour.
I miss you a lot, I miss Dennis a lot, Luke, David, daniel, Ian, Adele etc. I really wish I could go back. I'm trying I am. But I can't. I've left and lost my place. There's really no way back I feel. Spoke to Dennis that day, poured it all out. Whimpy huh? Okay I'll cut that.
Anyway who I'm highly intersted in now is you (oh gee, maybe that's why I wrote! You think?)
I go to church and look at the people there. There only one I don't recognise is you. *frown* you know what i'm talking about. Quit frowning. Been a long time, been too far away. Don't think that's not anticipated, maybe even welcomed to you. Well enjoy the fruits of your lack-of-labour. I wish I could.
You know what. I stumbled across an interesting verse. "be careaful not to forgot the Lord your God" I think this says a lot yah? Anyway doing QT? I'm not. Dong is. What a strange flip-over.
You know how sampson lied to delilah abt. his hair? Some p.ple use that to justify white lies... Still whose to say that what sampson did was right? False assumption... Alas! How then do we lie? I think we're all liars... We're a pretty sad lot. Sometimes, I wish I had more guts, more brain, to walk away. Then again, don't we all?
You know what I like about my letters to you? (I only write this way to you) they're like dreams little disjuncted garbage bags that do away with what's crowding my mind. Consequence or not. Sorry it had to be you... Don't have to reply. You can't anyway.
Song of the night: I'll be ok. Amanda Marshall.
So you've moved. Congrats on your new room. Hardly an apt greeting but never mind. So how have you been? It's been a while.
What have you been up to so far? I haven't an inkling of an idea of your standing in your life now. *blink blink* I'm extremely frustrated. I've been a dazzle-head lately. Forgetting things, been perpatually tired (I think that's the worst), lagging in school work etc.
Ok, the seedlings of another depressing letter. Hey, I like letters written or received, depressing or not. I know you'd opt for the latter but oh well, this is such a depressing colour.
I miss you a lot, I miss Dennis a lot, Luke, David, daniel, Ian, Adele etc. I really wish I could go back. I'm trying I am. But I can't. I've left and lost my place. There's really no way back I feel. Spoke to Dennis that day, poured it all out. Whimpy huh? Okay I'll cut that.
Anyway who I'm highly intersted in now is you (oh gee, maybe that's why I wrote! You think?)
I go to church and look at the people there. There only one I don't recognise is you. *frown* you know what i'm talking about. Quit frowning. Been a long time, been too far away. Don't think that's not anticipated, maybe even welcomed to you. Well enjoy the fruits of your lack-of-labour. I wish I could.
You know what. I stumbled across an interesting verse. "be careaful not to forgot the Lord your God" I think this says a lot yah? Anyway doing QT? I'm not. Dong is. What a strange flip-over.
You know how sampson lied to delilah abt. his hair? Some p.ple use that to justify white lies... Still whose to say that what sampson did was right? False assumption... Alas! How then do we lie? I think we're all liars... We're a pretty sad lot. Sometimes, I wish I had more guts, more brain, to walk away. Then again, don't we all?
You know what I like about my letters to you? (I only write this way to you) they're like dreams little disjuncted garbage bags that do away with what's crowding my mind. Consequence or not. Sorry it had to be you... Don't have to reply. You can't anyway.
Song of the night: I'll be ok. Amanda Marshall.
Monday, November 04, 2002
*grump*
Hannah is in a bad mood. Hannah is not one for studying. She desperately wants to go outside to play. She wants over-nighters, booze, pubs, music, shopping and all other antithesis' to studying.
*grump*
Hannah has been foul for the past few months, due to lots of happenings. This has been a trying time for her and she is not making any effort to NOT sound like a brat. She is at her wits end with so many tangents on her mind.
*grump*
Hannah is unsure of her prep for the Big A's. Hannah feels over-prepared and under-prepared at the same time. She isn't sure if she can be bothered either. She's depressed Self-indulgent and whiney. She needs a slap. She irritates me.
May this be her song in 3 weeks.
Sunday Morning After
(Cell phone ringing)
Amanda: "Uh-hello?"
Guy: "Where are you?"
Amanda: "What time is it?"
Guy" "Ummm...it's...1:30...in the afternoon"
Amanda: "Uh"
Guy: "Are you alright?"
Amanda: "Hang on"
I woke up with a killer hangover
Hope it was worth all this pain
(I'd do it all over again)
By the time the party was over
Tequila was my claim to fame
(I couldn't remember my name)
I was dancing with Jake
When I last saw my keys
That was my first mistake
'Cause what happened to me?
I look down at my arm, baby
And something's lookin' back at me
And I cannot believe it
Oh my god!
I woke up with a snake tattoo
Oh my god!
And I think that my tongue's pierced too
Oh my god! Oh my god!
It's the Sunday morning after, and baby who the hell are you?
I remember yelling, "Hey DJ!"
"Jack the volume, I love this song!"
(And then it all gets hazy)
And my clothes are selling on e-bay (click me)
And I don't know what I'm gonna put on
(Where were my friends to save me?)
I blacked out I came to
And it's all such a blur
Had a blast, I assume
But I'm really not sure
Exactly where I am now, baby
Wake up and tell me your name (excuse me)
'Cause this is insane!
Oh my god!
I woke up with a snake tattoo
Oh my god!
And I think that my tongue's pierced too
Oh my god! Oh my god!
It's the Sunday morning after, and baby who the hell are you?
(Oh my god! Oh my god!)
My alter ego took over and took me on a fantasy ride
You can take me anywhere twice
But the second time will be to apologize
Oh my god!
I woke up with a snake tattoo
Oh my god!
And I think that my tongue's pierced too
Oh my god! Oh my god!
It's the Sunday morning after, and baby who the hell are you?
Oh my god!
I woke up with a snake tattoo
Oh my god!
And I think that my tongue's pierced too
Oh my god! Oh my god!
It's the Sunday morning after, and baby who the hell are you?
Where am I?
What am I?
Who am I?
How did I?
- amanda marshall, sunday morning after
Hannah is of the opinion that DQ will like this song.
Hannah is in a bad mood. Hannah is not one for studying. She desperately wants to go outside to play. She wants over-nighters, booze, pubs, music, shopping and all other antithesis' to studying.
*grump*
Hannah has been foul for the past few months, due to lots of happenings. This has been a trying time for her and she is not making any effort to NOT sound like a brat. She is at her wits end with so many tangents on her mind.
*grump*
Hannah is unsure of her prep for the Big A's. Hannah feels over-prepared and under-prepared at the same time. She isn't sure if she can be bothered either. She's depressed Self-indulgent and whiney. She needs a slap. She irritates me.
May this be her song in 3 weeks.
Sunday Morning After
(Cell phone ringing)
Amanda: "Uh-hello?"
Guy: "Where are you?"
Amanda: "What time is it?"
Guy" "Ummm...it's...1:30...in the afternoon"
Amanda: "Uh"
Guy: "Are you alright?"
Amanda: "Hang on"
I woke up with a killer hangover
Hope it was worth all this pain
(I'd do it all over again)
By the time the party was over
Tequila was my claim to fame
(I couldn't remember my name)
I was dancing with Jake
When I last saw my keys
That was my first mistake
'Cause what happened to me?
I look down at my arm, baby
And something's lookin' back at me
And I cannot believe it
Oh my god!
I woke up with a snake tattoo
Oh my god!
And I think that my tongue's pierced too
Oh my god! Oh my god!
It's the Sunday morning after, and baby who the hell are you?
I remember yelling, "Hey DJ!"
"Jack the volume, I love this song!"
(And then it all gets hazy)
And my clothes are selling on e-bay (click me)
And I don't know what I'm gonna put on
(Where were my friends to save me?)
I blacked out I came to
And it's all such a blur
Had a blast, I assume
But I'm really not sure
Exactly where I am now, baby
Wake up and tell me your name (excuse me)
'Cause this is insane!
Oh my god!
I woke up with a snake tattoo
Oh my god!
And I think that my tongue's pierced too
Oh my god! Oh my god!
It's the Sunday morning after, and baby who the hell are you?
(Oh my god! Oh my god!)
My alter ego took over and took me on a fantasy ride
You can take me anywhere twice
But the second time will be to apologize
Oh my god!
I woke up with a snake tattoo
Oh my god!
And I think that my tongue's pierced too
Oh my god! Oh my god!
It's the Sunday morning after, and baby who the hell are you?
Oh my god!
I woke up with a snake tattoo
Oh my god!
And I think that my tongue's pierced too
Oh my god! Oh my god!
It's the Sunday morning after, and baby who the hell are you?
Where am I?
What am I?
Who am I?
How did I?
- amanda marshall, sunday morning after
Hannah is of the opinion that DQ will like this song.
Sunday, November 03, 2002
So many things. Too small a head.
I bought my dress. Prom dress. I'm happy.
I cannot get over what happened on friday afternoon.
Not my fault, I had no intention, but I pulled the trigger.
So get out of my selfishness and be strong for... But how can i be anything for?
I'm sorry Mr teo, if I have been disturbing you.
So we've got it spinning round. What do we do? Naught.
Blessed are the shallow, depth they'd never find
~JOC
*nod*
Also, I'm suddenly plagued with insecurities, what, if I had been wrong?
hmmmmmm....
*never declare what you cannot be sure of, you'd only end up explaining yourself*
Somewhat echoing the fool in Lear.
Band of the evening: Save Ferris. THE WORLD IS NEW!
I bought my dress. Prom dress. I'm happy.
I cannot get over what happened on friday afternoon.
Not my fault, I had no intention, but I pulled the trigger.
So get out of my selfishness and be strong for... But how can i be anything for?
I'm sorry Mr teo, if I have been disturbing you.
So we've got it spinning round. What do we do? Naught.
Blessed are the shallow, depth they'd never find
~JOC
*nod*
Also, I'm suddenly plagued with insecurities, what, if I had been wrong?
hmmmmmm....
*never declare what you cannot be sure of, you'd only end up explaining yourself*
Somewhat echoing the fool in Lear.
Band of the evening: Save Ferris. THE WORLD IS NEW!
