…and I hope you all rot in limbo as hell is far too easy for the likes of you.
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I am still a teenage girl when it comes to love. And the severeness is easily measured up by how much of Johnny Mathis I listen to in a night of work. Call me corny, I don’t care. Call me old, well maybe I am getting old. All I know, tonight my heart is as young as a 16 year-old in love. I’ve posted quite enough mushy songs in my Indonesian blog, and now I would like to share the joy (maybe nausea to you, but who cares anyway) in this blog.
Bebe, this one’s for you too, and this should also be in the ultimate playlist 😉
Chances are ’cause I wear a silly grin
The moment you come into view,
Chances are you think that I’m in love with you.
Just because my composure sort of slips
The moment that your lips meet mine,
Chances are you think my heart’s your Valentine.
In the magic of moonlight,
When I sigh, “Hold me close, dear,”
Chances are you believe the stars
That fill the skies are in my eyes.
Guess you feel you’ll always be
The one and only one for me
And, if you think you could,
Well, chances are your chances are awfully good.
So, I wish I hadn’t.
That’s the thing about knowing. Sometimes it’s good, sometimes not so much. The other times I think ignorance is bliss, but now I think knowledge is IBLIS.
Shitty facts happen to good people. Weird how I wish I was the shitty fact instead of the ‘good people’ sometimes. Because shitty facts can just bump into good people and leave without care.
But what happens to the good people?
They are left with globs of mess around them, knowing they should probably clean it off but there will always be a peering eye that watches their movements.
People say I make them depressed sometimes. Do I like to do it, no. Do I need to do it, sometimes yes. But have they ever thought about it in reverse?
It is hard to stay in the middle all the time, especially with all this mess around. The broom is within reach, but for some reasons… I’m just gonna sit down pretty and pray it will go away.
Not fucking easy growing up at all, I tell ya.
Went to an old friend’s wedding on Saturday. It was a church wedding and it was beautiful.
The only thing that struck me was the choir’s pop-ish playlist. If I’m not mistaken, it has Nat King Cole’s “L.O.V.E”, Andra & The Backbone’s “Sempurna”, some other ‘today tunes’ and the ultimate selection: Phantom of The Opera’s “All I Ask of You”.
I love the songs as they are weirdly appropriate to be sung inside a church by a somewhat funky choir which made it all the more enjoyable. But I’ve always thought that “All I Ask of You” is kinda desperate, lyric wise. Am I wrong here? Again, it was beautiful, though. I think selecting songs from musicals for your wedding is really smart.
Well, not just any musicals. It would be weird to have “Keep It Gay” of “Springtime for Hitler” from The Producers in a wedding.
Just had a deep conversation with Mr. J (no, not Jesus) and we spoke about stuff that might not be comprehensive to other beings who probably wouldn’t understand our lingo. But the thing that got caught on my memory is when we spoke about living in this conventional world.
There is such place as heaven
There is such thing as peace
If you know that
You’ll be allright
Sorry for your loss, J. My heart and thoughts goes out to you.
I never thought I’d like the American Independence Day this much. Spent tonight not working but on a date with my guy shopping -and I’m not just talking drooling over a dress and trying to get over it when seeing the ridiculous price tag. I meant really shopping (Denny Wirawan should thank me for overpaying for what I bought). Well I didn’t clean the store, I did back off on that brown dress with a cute large belt, but I did give it some serious thought.