I feel I'm running out of time...
(don't know what else to say)
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
song
Song a friend dedicated to me when I was fourteen!
When light goes down, I see no reason
For you to cry. We've been through this before
In every time, in every season,
God knows I've tried
So please don't ask for more.
Can't you see it in my eyes
This might be our last goodbye
Carrie, Carrie, things they change my friend
Carrie, Carrie, maybe we'll meet somewhere again
I read your mind, with no intentions
Of being unkind, I wish I could explain
It all takes time, a whole lot of patience
If it's a crime, how come I feel no pain.
Can't you see it in my eyes
This might be our last goodbye
Carrie, Carrie, things they change my friend
Carrie, Carrie, maybe we'll meet again
somewhere again
When light goes down
When light goes down, I see no reason
For you to cry. We've been through this before
In every time, in every season,
God knows I've tried
So please don't ask for more.
Can't you see it in my eyes
This might be our last goodbye
Carrie, Carrie, things they change my friend
Carrie, Carrie, maybe we'll meet somewhere again
I read your mind, with no intentions
Of being unkind, I wish I could explain
It all takes time, a whole lot of patience
If it's a crime, how come I feel no pain.
Can't you see it in my eyes
This might be our last goodbye
Carrie, Carrie, things they change my friend
Carrie, Carrie, maybe we'll meet again
somewhere again
When light goes down
Sunday, July 26, 2009
-the new BH 90210- dixit
one girl was telling another:
"The best cure for a break-up is a hook-up."
ver funny indeed (eventhough I don't agree with that strategy)
"The best cure for a break-up is a hook-up."
ver funny indeed (eventhough I don't agree with that strategy)
lesson in love
I'm not proud, I was wrong
and the truth is hard to take
I felt sure we had enough
but our love went overboard
lifeboat lies lost at sea
I've been trying to reach your shore
waves of doubt keep drowning me
All the dreams that we were building
we never fulfilled them
could be better, should be better
for lessons in love
For restless eyes egos burn
and the mold is hard to break
now we've waded in too deep
and love is overboard
heavy hearts token words
all the hopes I ever had
fade like footprints in the sand
All the homes that we were building
we never lived in
could be better, should be better
lessons in love
if we lose the time before us
the future will ignore us
we should use it, we could use it, yeah
lessons in love
lost without love
Lessons in love
when will you ever learn
lessons in love
when there's nowhere left to turn
lessons in love
don't let your spirit burn
lessons in love
I'll wait 'till you return
All the dreams that we were building
we never lived them
we could lose it, we should use it
(lessons in love) lessons in love
all the homes that we were building
we never lived in
could be better (could be better), should be better
lessons in love
if we lose the time before us
the future will ignore us
we should use it, we could use it (good god)
lessons in love
High School 1st year... anyone?
Friday, July 24, 2009
¿tenés un plan?
Cuando estoy molesta, angustiada, cansada, aburrida o cualquiera de las anteriores, me la agarro con las zapatillas:
las blancas quedan brillantes
las negras quedan lustrosas
las más deportivas (ergo, las que más uso) quedan frescas, perfumadas, con el exterior impecable y el interior insoportablemente limpio.
si paso de un formato a otro, puedo decir que:
las botas quedan como nuevas
las botas más viejas sufren cambios (tacos, color)
si de eso salto a la limpieza:
la cocina queda como si nunca hubiera cocinado
el piso queda más lustroso que las zapatillas
el baño queda impecable, no se salvan ni los herrajes de la puerta.
Ahora si es más frustración que otra cosa, pasamos a plan b:
noscortamos el cabello, eliminamos una por una las canas (con pincita de depilar y, preferentemente, sentada al sol), nososcurecemos las canas (según si tenemos por delante una salida muy pero muy interesante), nospeinamos las puntas del cabello para arriba, nosmiramos al espejo con una abstracción total.
Y si estoy exxxxtresada, necesito caminar durante horas.
Bien, ustedes que me conocen, ¿cuál dirían que es mi situación actual? (tendría que otorgar premios si alguien lo adivina?)
las blancas quedan brillantes
las negras quedan lustrosas
las más deportivas (ergo, las que más uso) quedan frescas, perfumadas, con el exterior impecable y el interior insoportablemente limpio.
si paso de un formato a otro, puedo decir que:
las botas quedan como nuevas
las botas más viejas sufren cambios (tacos, color)
si de eso salto a la limpieza:
la cocina queda como si nunca hubiera cocinado
el piso queda más lustroso que las zapatillas
el baño queda impecable, no se salvan ni los herrajes de la puerta.
Ahora si es más frustración que otra cosa, pasamos a plan b:
noscortamos el cabello, eliminamos una por una las canas (con pincita de depilar y, preferentemente, sentada al sol), nososcurecemos las canas (según si tenemos por delante una salida muy pero muy interesante), nospeinamos las puntas del cabello para arriba, nosmiramos al espejo con una abstracción total.
Y si estoy exxxxtresada, necesito caminar durante horas.
Bien, ustedes que me conocen, ¿cuál dirían que es mi situación actual? (tendría que otorgar premios si alguien lo adivina?)
Thursday, July 23, 2009
introduction
Thinking about Romi -and a few friends who are on the process of moving out of their parents'- made me remember a very funny introduction: the first time I met the super of my former apt.
"Hi, my name is Pequeña Orquídea, I'm the owner of the apt xx. How do you do."
He answered to me: "Hi, Demetrio."
Of course I knew that was a first name. However, I was nervous and told him: "That's your surname. And your first name?"
Not exactly the best way to say hi for the very first time...
"Hi, my name is Pequeña Orquídea, I'm the owner of the apt xx. How do you do."
He answered to me: "Hi, Demetrio."
Of course I knew that was a first name. However, I was nervous and told him: "That's your surname. And your first name?"
Not exactly the best way to say hi for the very first time...
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
playing games
Baby...Ooh...
Even in my heart, I see
You're not being true to me
Deep within my soul, I feel
Nothing's like it used to be
Sometimes I wish I could
Turn back time
Impossible as it may seem
But I wish I could
So bad, baby
Quit playing games with my heart
Quit playing games with my heart
Before you tear us apart (with my heart)
Quit playing games with my heart
I should've known from the start
You know you've gotta stop (from my heart)
You're tearing us apart (my heart)
Quit playing games with my heart
I live my life the way
To keep you coming back to me
Everything I do is for you
So what is it that you can't see
Sometimes I wish I could
Turn back time
Impossible as it may seem
But I wish I could
So bad, baby you'd better quit playing games with my heart
Quit playing games with my heart
Before you tear us apart (with my heart)
Quit playing games with my heart
I should've known from the start
You know you've gotta stop (from my heart)
You're tearing us apart (my heart)
Quit playing games with my heart
Quit playing games
Baby, baby
The love that we had was so strong
Don't leave hangin' here forever
Oh baby, baby this is not a lie
Let's stop this tonight
Baby, ohh, quit playing games
Sometimes I wish I could
Turn back time
Impossible as it may seem
But I wish I could
So bad baby
Quit playing games with my heart
Quit playing games with my heart
Before you tear us apart (with my heart)
Quit playing games with my heart
I should've know from the start
You know you've gotta stop (from my heart)
You're tearing us apart (my heart)
Quit playing games with my heart
Quit playing games
Don't you miss those old times?
Saturday, July 18, 2009
kiss
Abby's great post:
The first time I met him face-to-face I wanted to kiss him.
Actually, I had wanted to kiss him for some weeks; each conversation we had over email, IM, or Skype increased my desire, so that by the time I finally saw him in the flesh I was almost craven with my need to feel his lips against mine.
Ever present in my mind, though, was that the feeling might not be mutual: how can you know if there’s real chemistry until you meet offline? Not to mention, of course, the fact that he’d recently learned of my Girl with a One Track Mind infamy, and I was anxious to show him another side of me, so that he would be getting to know me, Zoe, not the obsessed-with-shagging ‘notorious’ sex diarist.
But I still wanted to kiss him, god how I wanted that.
I had a meeting in town and we agreed to meet up after that for coffee. My meeting finished early and I sat, nervously adjusting my skirt, in a coffee shop. I had partly dressed for my meeting and partly dressed for our date and struggled to find clothing that was appropriate for both. How to appear professional at a business meeting and sexy – but not too sexy – at a daytime date? I mentioned this to him over IM and he seemed shocked: had I not heard of the film Secretary? he asked. When he said that, I smiled inwardly and was reminded of a long-ago conversation I’d had with my friend Badman, about how one should test out people’s openness about sex and kink, by asking them if they’d seen Secretary. So I opted for the Maggie Gyllenhaal look of a fitted white shirt, black pencil skirt, and black peep-toe heels, and hoped that he’d like what he saw.
I waited for him to arrive and tried to catch up with work on my laptop, becoming so immersed in what I was doing that I didn’t see him until he was standing right in front of me. He was dressed – as he always is – sharply, a smart pressed grey jacket just covering a black shirt, and his Vans sneakers matching both the colour of his jacket and the salt and pepper of his hair. On his face was a huge grin, and instantly all my anxiety and worry disappeared into the air.
I jumped to my feet and our smiles matched as we each mouthed a quiet ‘hi’ amongst the hubbub of the coffee shop. We both simultaneously reached out into an embrace and we stood there a moment, our arms wrapped around each other, my face buried into his neck. I was faintly aware of the length of time we were intertwined, and how closely our bodies were pressed against the other – it was very intimate for such a public place – but I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was breathe in the delicious aroma of his skin and feel the curves of his body against mine.
At some point, we both pulled back, slightly, and then before there was time for me to question it, or become anxious or succumb to nerves, he leaned in towards me and pressed his lips against mine and the kiss I had been waiting for, been wanting so badly, was happening. The anticipation had been building for some weeks and now finally, in one swift moment, it was here.
His kiss made me tremble, as I thought it might. With the gentle but firm pressure of his lips on my mouth, I felt electricity run through me: my whole body felt like it was tingling. More specifically, though, was the throb between my legs that his kiss had elicited: it was as if my pussy had a pulse of its own; a surging blood supply; a separate beating heart. Kissing him made my entire body feel alive and I wanted to greedily devour his lips, his tongue, and his breath like each was oxygen energising me.
We spent much of the date continuing to kiss, stopping only briefly for coffee, cake and of course conversation. Our “quick coffee” turned into a ten-hour date, and neither of us wished for it to end. It was so natural, so easy and relaxed, and with him, the hours went by like minutes.
I confessed to him, a few weeks later, just how turned on I had become, through those kisses. That sitting there, in that café, with his lips against mine, had left me so horny that I wanted to fuck him then and there. I described to him how, after some hours had passed, I had gone to the toilet and my knickers were so wet from my desire for him that I had to peel them off me before I could remove them.
His kisses still do that: whenever he places his mouth on mine, my pussy almost has a Pavlovian response, and I instantly get wet. “Your lips make my lips throb”, I informed him recently, to which he grinned, mischievously, and kissed me some more.
But besides the horniness that his kisses inspire, they now affect something else much deeper, and more pronounced, in me: they make me feel like I am me; they make me feel like I am home.
taken from here.
The first time I met him face-to-face I wanted to kiss him.
Actually, I had wanted to kiss him for some weeks; each conversation we had over email, IM, or Skype increased my desire, so that by the time I finally saw him in the flesh I was almost craven with my need to feel his lips against mine.
Ever present in my mind, though, was that the feeling might not be mutual: how can you know if there’s real chemistry until you meet offline? Not to mention, of course, the fact that he’d recently learned of my Girl with a One Track Mind infamy, and I was anxious to show him another side of me, so that he would be getting to know me, Zoe, not the obsessed-with-shagging ‘notorious’ sex diarist.
But I still wanted to kiss him, god how I wanted that.
I had a meeting in town and we agreed to meet up after that for coffee. My meeting finished early and I sat, nervously adjusting my skirt, in a coffee shop. I had partly dressed for my meeting and partly dressed for our date and struggled to find clothing that was appropriate for both. How to appear professional at a business meeting and sexy – but not too sexy – at a daytime date? I mentioned this to him over IM and he seemed shocked: had I not heard of the film Secretary? he asked. When he said that, I smiled inwardly and was reminded of a long-ago conversation I’d had with my friend Badman, about how one should test out people’s openness about sex and kink, by asking them if they’d seen Secretary. So I opted for the Maggie Gyllenhaal look of a fitted white shirt, black pencil skirt, and black peep-toe heels, and hoped that he’d like what he saw.
I waited for him to arrive and tried to catch up with work on my laptop, becoming so immersed in what I was doing that I didn’t see him until he was standing right in front of me. He was dressed – as he always is – sharply, a smart pressed grey jacket just covering a black shirt, and his Vans sneakers matching both the colour of his jacket and the salt and pepper of his hair. On his face was a huge grin, and instantly all my anxiety and worry disappeared into the air.
I jumped to my feet and our smiles matched as we each mouthed a quiet ‘hi’ amongst the hubbub of the coffee shop. We both simultaneously reached out into an embrace and we stood there a moment, our arms wrapped around each other, my face buried into his neck. I was faintly aware of the length of time we were intertwined, and how closely our bodies were pressed against the other – it was very intimate for such a public place – but I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was breathe in the delicious aroma of his skin and feel the curves of his body against mine.
At some point, we both pulled back, slightly, and then before there was time for me to question it, or become anxious or succumb to nerves, he leaned in towards me and pressed his lips against mine and the kiss I had been waiting for, been wanting so badly, was happening. The anticipation had been building for some weeks and now finally, in one swift moment, it was here.
His kiss made me tremble, as I thought it might. With the gentle but firm pressure of his lips on my mouth, I felt electricity run through me: my whole body felt like it was tingling. More specifically, though, was the throb between my legs that his kiss had elicited: it was as if my pussy had a pulse of its own; a surging blood supply; a separate beating heart. Kissing him made my entire body feel alive and I wanted to greedily devour his lips, his tongue, and his breath like each was oxygen energising me.
We spent much of the date continuing to kiss, stopping only briefly for coffee, cake and of course conversation. Our “quick coffee” turned into a ten-hour date, and neither of us wished for it to end. It was so natural, so easy and relaxed, and with him, the hours went by like minutes.
I confessed to him, a few weeks later, just how turned on I had become, through those kisses. That sitting there, in that café, with his lips against mine, had left me so horny that I wanted to fuck him then and there. I described to him how, after some hours had passed, I had gone to the toilet and my knickers were so wet from my desire for him that I had to peel them off me before I could remove them.
His kisses still do that: whenever he places his mouth on mine, my pussy almost has a Pavlovian response, and I instantly get wet. “Your lips make my lips throb”, I informed him recently, to which he grinned, mischievously, and kissed me some more.
But besides the horniness that his kisses inspire, they now affect something else much deeper, and more pronounced, in me: they make me feel like I am me; they make me feel like I am home.
taken from here.
Friday, July 17, 2009
oh my little girl
Words like violence
Break the silence
Come crashing in
Into my little world
Painful to me
Pierce right through me
Cant you understand
Oh my little girl
All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm
Vows are spoken
To be broken
Feelings are intense
Words are trivial
Pleasures remain
So does the pain
Words are meaningless
And forgettable
All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm
Enjoy the silence
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
domestícame
it's funny: I belong to a group that collects The Little Prince in different languages and that's Spanish in the title of this entry.
I don't know if I could take such a hobby. Anyway, my favourite phrase is in many languages: on ne voit bien qu' avec le coeur.L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux...
plus:
Tu deviens responsable pour toujours de ce que tu as apprivoisé...
oh, no, it wasn't a title that suggested something else... sorry if you got to this blog with a different idea in mind.
I don't know if I could take such a hobby. Anyway, my favourite phrase is in many languages: on ne voit bien qu' avec le coeur.L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux...
plus:
Tu deviens responsable pour toujours de ce que tu as apprivoisé...
oh, no, it wasn't a title that suggested something else... sorry if you got to this blog with a different idea in mind.
both sides
Her house was facing the river and also the city she loved.
Take your time to go there. It's amazing.
extreme measures
Not financial measures, not economic policies...
What I'm trying to tell you is that my surgeon measured my breasts (how bizarre though necessary job).
He said sorry and excuse me so many times that I felt completely overwhelmed... oh, well, he's a surgeon but also a young man.
and I won't tell you my measures, hehe. Not until I get my reduction.
What I'm trying to tell you is that my surgeon measured my breasts (how bizarre though necessary job).
He said sorry and excuse me so many times that I felt completely overwhelmed... oh, well, he's a surgeon but also a young man.
and I won't tell you my measures, hehe. Not until I get my reduction.
caught you!
that's a game a friend of mine played with her pet.
In fact, it was sth like: caught your nose!
Can I play the same game with people? Oh, it'd be so much fun!!!
In fact, it was sth like: caught your nose!
Can I play the same game with people? Oh, it'd be so much fun!!!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
précis
Dustland fairytale beginin
Just another white trash
County kiss
Sixty one
Long brown hair and foolish eyes
Look just like you gone into some
Kind of slick chrome american prince
A blue jean serenade
Moon river what'd you do to be
But i don't believe you
Some cinderella in a party dress but
She was looking for a night gown
I saw the devil warping up his hands
Hes getting ready for the show down
I saw the minute that i turn away
I got my money on a pond tonight
Change came in disguised of revelation
Set his soul on fire
She said she'd always knew he'd come around
And the decades disappear like sinking
Ships we persevere god gives us hope
But we still fear
We don't know
The mind is poison castle in the sky
Sit stranded vandalized
The draw bridge is closing
Some cinderella in a party dress but
She was looking for a night gown
I saw the devil warping up his hands
Hes getting ready for the show down
I saw the ending were they turned the page
I threw my money and i ran away
Strait to the vally of the great divide
And were the dreams roll high
And were the wind dont blow
Out here the good girls die
And the sky wont snow
Out here the bird don't sing
Out here the field don't grow
Out here the bell don't ring
Out here the bell don't ring
Out here the good girls die
Now cinderella don't you go to sleep
Its such a bitter form of refuge
Ahh don't you know the kingdoms under siege
And everybody needs you
Is there still magic in the midnight sun
Or did you leave it back in sixty-one
In the of the cadence in the young mans eyes
And were the dreams roll high
I can't describe it...
rien de rien
This is a song I learnt by heart when I began taking French classes 20 years ago:
Non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette rien
ni le bien qu'on m'a fait, ni le mal
tout ca m'est bien egal
non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette rien
c'est paye, balaye, oublie, je me fous du passe
Avec mes souvenirs j'ai allume le feu
mes shagrins, mes plaisirs,
je n'ai plus besoin d'eux
balaye les amours avec leurs tremolos
balaye pour toujours
je reparas a zero
Non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette rien
ni le bien qu'on ma fait, ni le mal
tout ca m'est bien egal
non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette rien
car ma vie, car me joies
aujourd'hui ca commence avec toi
Well, I never acquired that "r" sound that she spelled in her language.
Have you watched the movie about her life?
Non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette rien
ni le bien qu'on m'a fait, ni le mal
tout ca m'est bien egal
non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette rien
c'est paye, balaye, oublie, je me fous du passe
Avec mes souvenirs j'ai allume le feu
mes shagrins, mes plaisirs,
je n'ai plus besoin d'eux
balaye les amours avec leurs tremolos
balaye pour toujours
je reparas a zero
Non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette rien
ni le bien qu'on ma fait, ni le mal
tout ca m'est bien egal
non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette rien
car ma vie, car me joies
aujourd'hui ca commence avec toi
Well, I never acquired that "r" sound that she spelled in her language.
Have you watched the movie about her life?
coincidence
I see the numbers and I can't explain myself:
2 eights in my phone number
also 2 fours
at least every 5 minutes I need to write my passkey on one of the devices I use: 2 eights are right there on the screen.
I live on the 8th floor.
and I guess I never ever thought of that coincidence -until now-
and four is my lucky number, combined with eight.
ok, forget all about it, it's not a riddle, it's just coincidence! (should I buy a lottery ticket?!) (cliché to be inserted here concerning luck)
2 eights in my phone number
also 2 fours
at least every 5 minutes I need to write my passkey on one of the devices I use: 2 eights are right there on the screen.
I live on the 8th floor.
and I guess I never ever thought of that coincidence -until now-
and four is my lucky number, combined with eight.
ok, forget all about it, it's not a riddle, it's just coincidence! (should I buy a lottery ticket?!) (cliché to be inserted here concerning luck)
don't you
Simple Minds Don't You Forget About Me
Won't you come see about me?
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby
Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving me everything inside and out and
Love's strange so real in the dark
Think of the tender things that we were working on
Slow change may pull us apart
When the light gets into your heart, baby
Don't You Forget About me
Don't Don't Don't Don't
Don't You Forget About me
Will you stand above me?
Look my way, never love me
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down
Will you recognise me?
Call my name or walk on by
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down, down
Don't you try to pretend
It's my feeling we'll win in the end
I won't harm you or touch your defenses
Vanity and security
Don't you forget about me
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby
Going to take you apart
I'll put us back together at heart, baby
Don't You Forget About Me
Don't Don't Don't Don't
Don't You Forget About Me
As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
When you walk away
Or will you walk away?
Will you walk on by?
Come on - call my name
Will you call my name?
Do you remember that old movie? Well, I watched it again some time ago and it deeply moved me.
phrase to share
taken from a friend's email: ...mi lugar en el mundo, de alguna forma, y donde soy yo y mis circunstancias como en ningún otro lugar...
crystal clear!
Loved that phrase!
crystal clear!
Loved that phrase!
cliché
tout compte fait, en fin de compte... -sorry, back to English for a while- I cannot say exactly what I think... ("de tanto aparentar bondad, uno acaba por ser bueno", said Mr Dolina in a book). Have you heard of that book?
I can think of -at least- ten clichés in a row... how many can you think of?
I can think of -at least- ten clichés in a row... how many can you think of?
Monday, July 13, 2009
La Rama de Salzburgo
Soon: starting a reading club... -both in English and Spanish- (hi girls, will you join me?).
strange-strange
for what is worth:
Mi dispiace devo andare via
ma sapevo che era una bugia
quanto tempo perso dietro a lui
che promette poi non cambia mai
strani amori mettono nei guai
ma in realtà siamo noi
e lo aspetti ad un telefono
litigando che sia libero
con il cuore nello stomaco
un gomitolo nell'angolo
lì da sola dentro un brivido
ma perché lui non c'è, e sono
strani amori che fanno crescere
e sorridere tra le lacrime
quante pagine, lì da scrivere
sogni e lividi da dividere
sono amori che spesso a quest'età
si confondono dentro a quest'anima
che s'interroga senza decidere
se è un amore che fa per noi
e quante notti perse a piangere
rileggendo quelle lettere
che non riesci più a buttare via
dal labirinto della nostalgia
grandi amori che finiscono
ma perché restano, nel cuore
strani amori che vanno e vengono
nei pensieri che li nascondono
storie vere che ci appartengono
ma si lasciano come noi
strani amori fragili,
prigioneri liberi
strani amori mettono nei guai
ma in realtà siamo noi
(coro)
strani amore che spesso a questa età
si confondono dentro l'anima
strani amori che mettono nei guai
ma si perdono come noi
strani amori che vanno e vengono
storie vere che ci appartengono
strani amori fragili,
prigioneri liberi
strani amori che non sanno vivere
e si perdono dentro noi
mi dispiace devo andare via
questa volta l'ho promesso a me
perché ho voglia di un amore vero
senza te
I'm gonna keep to these songs-mood for a while, the '80s-90's have come back! (stay with me, guys!)
+ I'll be taking Italian classes (hey, right after French, for those who follow the blog and won't be signing as followers).
Thursday, July 09, 2009
Winter
The great thing about winter is that you can stay at home with any excuse:
1) It's cold/windy/rainy/stormy/cloudy...
2) I'm cold/windy/rainy/stormy/cloudy (kidding, sorry)...
3) It's nice to have a cup of tea/coffee/ cocoa/mate/ any sort of warm beverage...
4) You have some spare time to complain about the weather (as usual)...
5) I caught a/n cold/angina/ I'm sneezing all the time/ My allergies won't let me go out...
6) I rented that old movie I wanted to see years ago...
7) My dog caught cold...
8) My cat is sneezing...
9) It's a great day to cook...
10) Oh, I'd like to stay in bed all day long...
1) It's cold/windy/rainy/stormy/cloudy...
2) I'm cold/windy/rainy/stormy/cloudy (kidding, sorry)...
3) It's nice to have a cup of tea/coffee/ cocoa/mate/ any sort of warm beverage...
4) You have some spare time to complain about the weather (as usual)...
5) I caught a/n cold/angina/ I'm sneezing all the time/ My allergies won't let me go out...
6) I rented that old movie I wanted to see years ago...
7) My dog caught cold...
8) My cat is sneezing...
9) It's a great day to cook...
10) Oh, I'd like to stay in bed all day long...
Monday, July 06, 2009
Saturday, July 04, 2009
old song comeback
Listening old songs on radio shows is a blast when you wake up in a sunny day morning and dream of a different life...
ALWAYS (CROSSROAD)
This romeo is bleeding, but you can't see his blood
Its nothing but some feelings, that this old dog kicked up
Its been raining since you left me, now I'm drowning in the flood
You see I've always been a fighter, but without you, I give up
Now I can't sing a love song, like the way its meant to be
Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore
But baby, thats just me
And I will love you, baby - Always
And I'll be there, forever and a day - Always
I'll be there till the stars don't shine
Till the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme
I know when I die, you'll be on my mind
And I love you - Always
Now your pictures that you left behind
Are just memories of a different life
Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry
One that made you have to say goodbye
What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair
Touch your lips, to hold you near
When you say your prayers, try to understand
I've made mistakes, I'm just a man
When he holds you close, when he pulls you near
When he says the words you've been needing to hear
I wish I was him, that those words were mine
To say to you till the end of time
And I will love you, baby - Always
And I'll be there, forever and a day - Always
If you told me to cry for you, I could
If you told me to die for you, I would
Take a look at my face, there's no price I won't pay
To say these words to you
Well, there aint no luck, in this loaded dice
But baby if you give me just one more try
We can pack up our old dreams and our old lives
We'll find a place where the sun still shines
Yeah and I will love you, baby - Always
And I'll be there, forever and a day - Always
I'll be there till the stars don't shine
Till the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme
I know when I die, you'll be on my mind
And I love you - Always
Always ...
Hey, I wouldn't mind somebody like Jon in my life... have you heard his new songs? (oh, so nice when he sings rock & pop while he forgets the roll thing)
ALWAYS (CROSSROAD)
This romeo is bleeding, but you can't see his blood
Its nothing but some feelings, that this old dog kicked up
Its been raining since you left me, now I'm drowning in the flood
You see I've always been a fighter, but without you, I give up
Now I can't sing a love song, like the way its meant to be
Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore
But baby, thats just me
And I will love you, baby - Always
And I'll be there, forever and a day - Always
I'll be there till the stars don't shine
Till the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme
I know when I die, you'll be on my mind
And I love you - Always
Now your pictures that you left behind
Are just memories of a different life
Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry
One that made you have to say goodbye
What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair
Touch your lips, to hold you near
When you say your prayers, try to understand
I've made mistakes, I'm just a man
When he holds you close, when he pulls you near
When he says the words you've been needing to hear
I wish I was him, that those words were mine
To say to you till the end of time
And I will love you, baby - Always
And I'll be there, forever and a day - Always
If you told me to cry for you, I could
If you told me to die for you, I would
Take a look at my face, there's no price I won't pay
To say these words to you
Well, there aint no luck, in this loaded dice
But baby if you give me just one more try
We can pack up our old dreams and our old lives
We'll find a place where the sun still shines
Yeah and I will love you, baby - Always
And I'll be there, forever and a day - Always
I'll be there till the stars don't shine
Till the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme
I know when I die, you'll be on my mind
And I love you - Always
Always ...
Hey, I wouldn't mind somebody like Jon in my life... have you heard his new songs? (oh, so nice when he sings rock & pop while he forgets the roll thing)
Thursday, July 02, 2009
more and more
If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.
-Steven Wright
-Steven Wright
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