So I don't really know who would be interested in my mundane life.
Oh who am I kidding. My life is far from mundane. But what I mean to say is, I don't often write a lot about the happenings of my life anymore. I can't remember when it started to be like that, probably Sec 4?
It's kinda bad cos like I wanted to be really cryptic. Sec 4 I felt constantly like people were talking about me so I always left out things on purpose. This slowly degenerated to me not talking about things that happened at all eventually, I suppose. So I'm gonna try and write more about things that happen so I won't forget.
Just now I met Theo for dinner/supper at KAP Mac and we talked and had a great time though it was mostly me talking about my own stuff.... As usual. So thankful to all my friends who hear me rant cos I know it can be pretty unbearable sometimes... I am terrible. I always tell people things and seek their opinions cos I don't know what to think anymore. Still I'm glad to have caught up with Theo :-)
Walked with him to the bus stop and after his bus arrived and he got on I walked back. On the way back I bumped into Bingyu and we spoke for a while, I stood there shifting my weight repeatedly cos I wanted to go cos I was very self-conscious of how I looked then haha. Asked Bingyu if his sister and Kengyi were still together and he said he didn't think so.
Earlier in the evening Jenny Kawata made a call to my house and we discussed the classes I should take in the coming semester. I'll be taking English (Reading Literature), French 110, Introduction to Women's Studies and another FS class, which will be about Environment Conservation. Frankly I'm not that keen on Environment Conservation but I figured I could just give it a try, I'm kinda regretting it though cos I feel like I should have gone for something like Storytelling sigh. I can't even remember why I put Environment Conservation as my first try, maybe cos like I wanted to do hiking or something. Because of this class though, I end really late on Thursdays... 4.20 PM.
On the bright side, I guess that is actually pretty early compared to poly, where we end at 6 on some days and then there are projects on others so your days (and nights) are pretty much burnt. What's exciting me now is the prospect of making a new timetable. I'm going to do that in Illustrator and make it all pretty hehe :-)
I actually didn't really wanna take French, I'm taking it mostly to pick up a new language. Unfortunately there's no Japanese or Italian :( I should taken up a History class though, on hindsight. Sigh.
The good thing is, one of my roommates Michelle is taking French too! We're in the exact same class. And another girl from Germany, Natasha, who lives near my room (I'm in 399D and she's in 399A or something like that) is in my Reading Literature class :-) Glad that I won't be going into class not knowing anybody.
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Wednesday, July 25, 2012
I am extremely self-absorbed, NOT because I'm deeply in love with my own personality. In fact I think people around me who know me well enough would know that my self esteem is not quite there.
I am self-absorbed not because I love the way I am, but because I don't understand myself completely and I'm constant stuck in my head trying to figure out who I am and where I place in the scheme of things.
In that sense I guess I can come across as self-centered, but I never set out with the intention of being like that.
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Sharon Au
As some of you should know, I'm a huge fan of Sharon Au. I remembered her vibrant and cheery personality as a host on City Beat years and years ago when I was a kid. I didn't really understand the content and what they were talking about but I laughed anyway.
Subsequently, she decided to put her media career on hold and pursue her university education at Waseda University (which, my aunt says, is a "university for geniuses" hahaha). While she was there she also went to France one year for an exchange program, making her effectively trilingual... No, quadrilingual actually (is there even such a word?).
She's been back in Singapore for over a year now and being one of her avid followers, I knew that she was facing troubles readjusting to Singapore. K basically the whole point of this post is cos I saw her featured in an interview in 早报 two Sundays ago (15 July 2012). I don't really know why the interview struck me and although I had trouble grappling with the Chinese (since I don't actively read/write Chinese anymore), I was curious enough to finish the article. Which is quite a feat really, considering how I don't really read the papers and read books anymore (which is terrible). So here, I'm going to translate the article into English just for the record.
The Japanese, French and Singaporean's cultures of love vastly differ
Air stewardess, celebrity, student, career woman... Few people get to experience so many different roles in one life. Singapore, Japan and France – few people get the chance of having lived in all these countries, much less be able to claim that they have friends or even boyfriends from these places.
Sharon Au is only 36 years old, yet she has done all of that. Destiny and one's personality plays a role in determining how our lives turn out. In 1994, she could have gone on to university, yet she chose to become an air stewardess to explore the world; in 2005, she left her successful entertainment career to become a student.
Having seen the world, how does she view men and women? How does she view the different roles in society? How does she view family and freedom?
Sharon Au (ex-TV artiste, current MediaCorp administrative staff)
1. Japanese, French and Singaporean men – what are their unique qualities?
Japanese men are very cool – you'll often see them smoking cigarettes, and they don't really like to talk. In a café, when you see a Japanese couple on a date, you usually see the girl talking. On Valentine's Day, a girl gives a boy a present to express her liking towards him. It is only a month later, under the situation where the boy feels the same way, will he reciprocate and present her with a gift as well. (Side note: this occasion is known as White Day)
The French man's romanticism flows in their blood – it's not just part of their culture, it's basically ingrained into their DNA. Their goal in life is to make women happy – they will write poems or songs for you.
The Singaporean man is the most sincere of the three cultures, they aren't extreme at all. They're not cool and aloof like the Japanese man, but they aren't passionate and fiery like French men either.
2. What are your reasons for liking Japanese, French or Singaporean men?
Every place has it's own type of culture when it comes to love. The Japanese man has got lots of style, but you have to put in continuous effort. They taught me that knowing how to love someone is something very admirable.
When I was in France, I was drawn by their culture of love, it affected me really deeply. But the French men are passionate and fiery, they invest their emotions quickly, but these emotions can leave just as quickly too.
In juxtaposition, some people feel that Singaporean men aren't stylish and cool enough, and aren't expressive enough. But honestly, Singaporean men are very down-to-earth and they don't have any huge emotional fluctuations.
There is no one type that is the best, every type has its own good to savour and bad to undertake. I've experienced the good and bad of all three types before.
3. What happened to your last relationship with your French boyfriend?
We were together for three years, and it has ended. The time we spent together in France was sweet. But after I left France, the long distance relationship came along with being unable to interact and meet directly. This took a toll on our relationship, especially when we were feeling emotionally or physically down. This physical absence is something that even technology cannot help salvage.
He was from Lyon, France and originally planned to move to Singapore. But after the tsunami in Japan, his parents were especially worried. In their eyes, that equates to the occurrence of such a huge natural disaster in the whole of Asia, so they were insistent on him returning home. Because of circumstantial and personal reasons, in the end we still broke up.
4. Having been back for 1 year and 3 months, how have you been doing in Singapore?
Me being unable to resettle and adjust to Singapore – the problem doesn't lie with the place, the problem lies with me.
Imagine a bird who has been cooped up in a cage, but it doesn't know it's trapped in a cage, and goes on living in ignorance. One day, you open the cage and release the bird, giving it six years of freedom. After that, you place the bird back into the cage and lock it up. By then, no matter how comfortable the confines of the cage, the bird will still be unable to feel at ease.
5. Air stewardess, celebrity, student, career woman – which role do you love the best?
Student. Although I was poor for those 6 years, and even had to work part-time at McDonalds' to earn extra money, but by comparison the freedom it came with made me very happy.
After returning, I feel less happy. This has to do with the environment and my identity. When I was in Japan, I often think to myself, No wonder my acting was so bad then, I thought up everything then, my view on life in the past was so narrow.
6. What have you read lately? And what are some insights you've gained?
Playwright Michael Chiang gave me a book he bought in New York, "Why be Happy When you Could be Normal", written and autographed by Jeanette Winterson.
The title of the book is actually something the author's mother told her. The author is a lesbian, and after her mom found out, she was very shocked.
The author told her mother, "I'm very happy, I've come out of the closet, and I'm finally happy!"
But the mother, being strongly religious, replied, "Why be happy when you could be normal?" In the end, the author decided to leave her home.
Besides the theme of homosexuality, the author writes in detail about her childhood, her thoughts on life, which greatly reflects what I've been thinking as well. When I first saw the title of the book, I thought it was a sign telling me to accept things as they are, but in the end the book was really about the author's pursuit for freedom.
7. If you could be anyone in the world, who would you be?
The female owner of a bakery in France. When I was in France, I loved staying in the bakery.
People often walk in tired, the weather perhaps very cold outside, but after they've been in the bakery a while you start to see the change in them. They look and pick breads they want, and they might then sit down and happily enjoy their food, or they leave the store happily with their purchase.
The owner knows all of the people who walk in, and even knows what bread they want and how they want their bread cut. They will talk while preparing the bread for purchase, and there's a feeling of community, and you sense the history of the place.
The bread isn't expensively priced, I suspect the female owner only earns enough to pay her rent. But in Europe, earning money isn't for buying houses or cars – it's solely to lead a happy life, like enabling one to go to the south in summer to suntan. Every single day is an enjoyment, and you don't have to wait till the holidays to seek bliss. It all sounds very surreal, but it is a way of life there. It's hard for Singaporeans to imagine because we don't place importance on these relations anymore.
8. Having been overseas for 6 years, is there anything about returning home that makes you exceptionally happy?
Why would I not be happy after returning? What makes me the happiest is being able to visit my mother for a meal whenever I want to. No matter how happy I was overseas, my greatest regret has always been being unable to be with my mother. When my mother fell ill, the fruit grocer living below her made a call to Japan to me and said, "Your mother is having a high fever and she told us not to tell you because you're having exams, but we felt that you should know."
At that point in time, I wished so badly to be in Singapore.
9. What is a woman? What is Sharon Au?
Women are clever creatures, when they aren't bogged down by the troubles of love.
Sharon Au can be happy, but only when she doesn't dwell on the past and doesn't want to take flight.
K end of transcribe hahaha
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Thursday, July 19, 2012
Making myself write cos I haven't written seriously in a while.
At present I'm laboriously making my way through Anchee Min's Pearl of China and in case if you haven't already realized the use of the word "laboriously" earlier in this sentence... This book is rather lame indeed.
Prior to reading this book I had thought it was gonna be purely a fiction book, at least that was what I thought after going through the synopsis at the back of the book, though I had my doubts cos the synopsis kind of hinted that this was not 100% made up.
I'm usually all for Asian history fiction/nonfiction cos I love to learn about the cultures of various Asian countries of the past. I was completely mesmerized and blown away by Memoirs of a Geisha (penned by Arthur Golden) and I loved the film adaptation although it paled in comparison to the book.
I suppose the closest parallel I can find that I've read to Pearl of China would be Snow Flower and the Secret Fan by Lisa See... I don't even know how many times I've read that book, I've read it so many times before going to bed that one day I think like the book accidentally fell off my bed while I was asleep and disappeared. I was kinda saddened by the loss of the book but I kept having the misconception that I had loaned it to someone else but I couldn't remember who. My sister liked the book too and on several occasions we brought up the topic of the book's whereabouts, and our conversation always concluded with me saying, "I think I lent it to someone else... But I can't remember who." Years later (I think it was this year, actually), while sticking my hand around the underside of my bed trying to retrieve something I'd dropped, I was rewarded with a copy of Snow Flower – now completely dusty and rotten. Sadly I had to throw it away but I would love getting another copy. But I digress.
I think Anchee Min's greatest error in writing the book was that the whole book seemed like a made up story to introduce literary heroine Pearl S. Buck (she's a real person though). I found the prose childish and dull. The whole book seemed slanted to show the merits of Pearl S. Buck (although I cannot deny that it was highly probable that she was a good person, but I feel like biographical accounts should always strive to be as impartial as possible and should always be balanced).
I cannot understand why the Los Angeles Times hailed Anchee Min as "a gifted and lyrical writer". Pearl of China proves that she is far from that.
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Sunday, July 15, 2012
我很矛盾。
心很痛。
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Saturday, July 14, 2012
iPhone Screenshots
iPhone has this really nifty screenshot tool. Like many other iPhone users, I've taken many screenshots over the span of time I've owned an iPhone (one year and three months, in case you were wondering). Here are some of them:
My Year 1 Sem 1 timetable!
I was, for this period of time last year, obsessed with this game "Pocket Academy". It involved, amongst other things, trying to get the students of your school to get grades as high as possible in the nation, and sending them for CCA competitions. The first screenshot shows my school getting a perfect grade muahahaha I was so happy. I took the second screenshot because I sent students of this particular club (it was Tennis I think?) for a competition and to my amusement, I realized that one whole class was away cos all four of them were from the Tennis Club.
Was also obsessed with nonograms for a period of time last year, after playing one of the Nancy Drew games. I downloaded this nonogram game app but after using it for a while it started to crash on me, maybe cos I didn't have iOS5 then (whoa maybe I should download it again to try). I had to resort to other nonogram apps, and taken in the above screenshots is the one I settled on. It was made by this Japanese company, and it was really cute cos after you finish a nonogram it shows you what image it forms! The ones in the screenshots above were ones I found particularly cute ("Onigiri", "Piichi", and "Usagi").
This was before Sheryl and I became close. I went out with Zexun and on impulse decided to go for fortune telling. A while back prior to this I'd read Sheryl's blog and learned that she went for fortune telling, so I tweeted her and asked her where she did it!
Academic Calendar for my first year in poly, and my Year 1 Sem 2 timetable!
Sometime late last year, I decided to go have supper at the McDonalds' near Fuhua with Ben Chia and Javan. Retweeted a couple of Javan's tweets hahaha the one on top was... I can't remember why, but we were talking about sex I think and Ben Chia asked me a question involving this imaginary scenario where I would have to have sex with Javan. I shot Javan a look and said, "I'll never have sex with you," which explains the tweet I guess hahaha. Second latest retweet was cos I was talking about how social media has screwed up my mind and memory, so we had a pact to not use Facebook and Twitter for a week. Third latest tweet (which is a retweet) was about me whining about why Singaporeans read Low Kay Hwa's books, cos his books are really bad.
My sister was talking to me on WhatsApp last winter, and she also sent me a picture of the view outside her dorm room.
Egg white mask recipe from Audrey (Fourfeetnine)'s blog!
I re-read parts of Liar Game around when school started this semester. The two screenshots here really struck me cos I could really relate to what Akiyama was saying. It made me feel a whole lot better for judging people as much as I did... Although of course too much judgment is always bad.
Found this hilarious, HAHAHA "toilet exile"!!!! Burst out laughing at this. You've got the read the manga to understand it. :)
Screenshot depicts text conversation I had with a loser.
This screenshot was sent to me by Hairul, it's his conversation with the same loser in the previous screenshot.
My Year 2 Sem 1 timetable and Academic Calendar for Year 2!
Kaiwen and Zexun's timetable for Year 2 Sem 1, asked them to Whatsapp it to me so I could see when we could meet for lunch.
Was trying to learn the 4-chord song on my ukelele so I took a screenshot of the chords required haha.
Highest score I've ever gotten for Scramble with Friends... I was very happy of course :)
Sent Abel a birthday text, only to have him reply like that HAHAHA. Found it quite funny
Can't remember why I took this, but just another random text message screenshot with Cheeyuan.
Theo introduced Plague Inc. to Phoebe and I and we started to play it! Named my first virus "Fibi" and the second virus "Path ▲" (couldn't type the ▲ on the game so I had to settle with the onirigi emoji ahhaha)!
There was this guy I liked who is a Sagittarius. These tweets from ZodiacFacts came out around Fathers' Day and seemed really characteristic of the guy so I took screenshots of the tweets to show to him.
Also took this to show the guy cos he's not an animal person LOL
you can fall for pretty strangers, and the promises they hold
Come up on different streets, they both were streets of shame Both dirty, both mean, yes and the dream was just the same And I dream your dream for you, and now your dream is real How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals?
You can fall for chains of silver, you can fall for chains of gold You can fall for pretty strangers, and the promises they hold You promised me everything, you promised me thick and thin Now you just say, "Oh, Romeo, yeah, you know, I used to have a scene with him."
Juliet, when we made love you used to cry I said "I love you like the stars above, I'll love you till I die," And there's a place for us, you know the movie song When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?
I can't do the talk, like the talk on the TV And I can't do a love song, like the way it's meant to be I can't do everything, but I'd do anything for you I can't do anything 'cept be in love with you
And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be All I do is keep the beat, the bad company And all I do is kiss you, through the bars of a rhyme Juliet, I'd do the stars with you any time
Forcing myself to write.
So I'm officially not an NP student anymore, and I re-ascertained this fact when I was unable to log into NPConnect with my old NP Student ID and password.
Thinking back about the past almost year and half in poly... It's like time has gone by really fast. Isn't it clichéd but true, how time seems to go by faster as we get older?
I've been thinking a while about the people who helped me get by in poly.
Poly has been boring/tough/fun/interesting, but altogether a rewarding experience. I've been telling people that my only gripe would be that I didn't go to JC to take Literature. But otherwise, my poly experience has been good although incomplete. I've learnt a lot, grew a lot, and changed a lot as a person. I would probably say the same things had I gone to JC but I feel that people change more in poly, since it's a tertiary institute and works differently from JC.
Am going to write a series of posts about people who helped me get by in poly and this will be the first! People mentioned are in no particular order, although there are some that I have intentionally left for later posts.
Christabel
Strangely, Christabel is the first person I'm going to mention and I kind of don't really know why. I guess most people don't know her but Christabel is from DVFX. She's kind of the first real friend I made in poly – we met during FBC 2011 and she was in my sub-tribe. As Day 1 wore on I don't really know how but the both of us just fell together and stuck with each other. We didn't like the other girls cos we thought they were too bitchy and angmoh pai and we couldn't take it, so we just hung out together and bitched about some of them hahaha. Towards the end of the camp we only sort of accepted Sheryl in our group cos we thought she was okay to hang out with. Eventually we started being okay with the others but more time went on and I felt increasingly alienated and strange around everyone else, including Christabel, so I pulled away from my sub-tribe entirely.
I also unfollowed Christabel on Twitter probably a few months back cos she always rage-tweets about her fangirl stuff and I found that annoying, especially since she can't see reason and is usually rather irate. I also couldn't stand her constant tweets about love and liking this guy. I eventually felt she was quite childish so I didn't want to hang out with her anymore. I suppose that seems rather mean, but thank you Christabel for the company at the very beginning of my poly life... It really made things a lot easier, having someone there.
Fendi
What would Spiderman (my FBC 2011 sub-tribe) be without Fendi? He's practically the mascot of our sub-tribe. Without him being so okay with acting gay and hyper, I don't think our sub-tribe would be as bonded as it was. He's a really nice and funny guy.
We don't hang much but he's a friendly person. I appreciate the random moments when we do sort of talk because he's always up to hang out and chill and not like, be all dao and quiet (which is what I would probably do HAHA cos I'd feel awkward). I remember at the start of this semester we were at the Atrium for some reason I don't know why and he just took my phone and we (me, him, Sheryl and Adler) started taking photos. He went to post the photos on my Instagram although I have since deleted all of my Instagram photos in a bout of emotional frenzy... But that's another story for another time.
Adzreen
We don't talk/hang/chill and I don't even know if he remembers me but I remember him because he's one of the best SLs around. Our sub-tribe's camaraderie was, in huge part, due to his efforts. Lately I've heard from Sheryl vaguely about his less-than-great reputation in FMS but he does seem rather friendly. I remember in Year 1 once I tweeted about how I needed an S&W shirt that fits cos mine was humongous and he replied me hahaha. Shawn
I was so glad to have Shawn in the sub-tribe cos I thought, like, whoa thank God there's someone seemingly normal in the sub-tribe HAHAHA. It made me feel more re-assured cos back then first getting into FMS was like a huge culture shock. Although we never really spoke that much but it was nice nonetheless to have someone down to earth around cos back then I thought almost everybody else were crazy. Joyce
My first friend everrrr (like for real) in FMS! I don't think those in my sub-tribe really count as "first friends" cos I drifted from them after the initial weeks of school.
Dear Joyce, when I first met and spoke to you, I thought we were really alike. I was really wary then of everyone around me and after being ditched by Felicia, I was desperate to find a best friend. I thought I could find someone like that in poly and I thought that could be you. I guess we are similar in various ways but not as similar as we thought. We're not close anymore but that's okay. In the past I would get really annoyed with you sometimes cos I thought you were stubborn, uptight and narrow-minded when it came to work sometimes. And you were staunchly Christian and I guess that made you waaaaay more conservative and I have ever been in my life and I think that is the main thing that drove us apart a little.
But at the same time, no one can deny how hardworking you are. I'm sorry for annoying you when I appear not as serious about work as you are, or when I kind of "argue" with you whenever we don't agree on something in work. In Year 1 we grouped together for almost all the modules and I'm thankful to have someone as diligent as you are in my teams. While others are griping and kvetching about how inefficient, irresponsible and lazy their group mates are, I should be thankful that our conflicts all stem from the fact that we want to do well.
Thank you for listening to my complaints (although I started telling you things less and less cos it's like our minds are wired differently and sometimes you just didn't get it) especially in Year 1 Sem 1 when I was like such a huge, whiny bitch most of the time hahaha. Could never have made it past Year 1 without you :-)
That's all for now. Will write more about everyone else soon :-)
Sometimes I find myself sittin' back and reminiscing
Especially when I have to watch other people kissing
And I remember when you started calling me your missus
All the play fighting, all the flirtatious disses
I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood
I don't why I trusted you, but I knew that I could
We'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt
I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt
Dreams, dreams
Of when we had just started things
Dreams of you and me
It seems, it seems
That I can't shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too.
The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but it's so true
I know it's not right but it seems unfair
That things are reminding me of you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if only for one weekend
So come on, tell me
Is this the end?
Drinking tea in bed, watching DVDs
When I discovered all your dirty grotty magazines
You'd take me out shopping and all we'd buy is trainers
As if we ever needed anything to entertain us
The first time that you introduced me to your friends
And you could tell I was nervous, so you held my hand
When I was feeling down, you made that face you do
There's no one in the world, who could replace you
Dreams, dreams
Of when we had just started things
Dreams of me and you
It seems, it seems
That I can't shake those memories
I wonder if you feel the same way too.
The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but it's so true
I know it's not right but it seems unfair
That things are reminding me of you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if only for one weekend
So come on, tell me
Is this the end?
Posted the lyrics to this song plenty of times before (in my old blogs). Will never get sick of this.
I was laughing at something
I didn't even find funny
My laughter sounded false
To my ears and left
An empty and bitter
Aftertaste
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Sunday, July 8, 2012
nail bed
I went to count how many posts I wrote for the month of June and I realized I only had 10 posts, which comes up to an average of 1 post a day. That is not a very good number and I need to write more. Right now it's a week into July and I don't even have one proper post (the one below does not count) and this is very bad.
Life for me is strange in that at times I feel like my heart is so empty and there's nothing in me to show at all but at other times things get so overwhelming I get pressurized and I'm so asphyxiated I can't even find the right words to say.
Thursday marked the official end of my life in Ngee Ann's Mass Communication and hell yes I went out explosively... It depends on how you look at it. After submitting the withdrawal form I got into this huge fight with my mom – basically her going on at me for 20 minutes at the FMS car park while I stood there looking most displeased – but it wasn't as dramatic as it sounded.
I was very heartened to have people coming over right after to attempt to cheer me up. Right after my mom left I sat down at the bench facing the FMS carpark looking emo and all with tears flooding my eyes and lo and behold, Honkei popped up in my peripheral vision. I was ready to burst into tears in front of the right person(s) but clearly Honkei was not one of them and I just started chanting this mantra in my head, "Stop it loser, crying is for the weak" and held my tears back. It worked until each time I got agitated whilst explaining to Honkei what happened and the tears would come back but I would make myself compose. The company was good but I guess he didn't really know what to do or say so he left after a while.
Although I kinda only wanted to see Ben and maybe Alicia, many of the others tagged along hahaha. I appreciated everyone's concern, I still do, but really seeing them made me force myself to smile and laugh which I guess in a way was not a bad thing. Before that I thought I was probably gonna sit there and sulk and rant until I felt better but since the circumstances were different I had to behave differently.
At this point I don't really know how to go on saying what happened subsequently or what happened over the past few weeks/days but I just feel like I have this huge tendency to really fuck things up. It's in my nature somehow, I don't know how and why this happens. It's like sometimes I get so self-assured like I'm doing the right thing but once in a while (or once in many whiles) God – or whoever it is up there, anywhere – sends me this huge, figurative slap and I'm sent flying back, the air punched out of my gut. Hahaha I guess the image of it is quite comical somehow but right now this is how I feel. It sucks when whatever you think you've been doing right... Turns out to be wrong, and all your prior deeds (which you thought were all CORRECT) come back and drag you down.
Argh I feel so emotional I can't even. Please don't let this be PMS.
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Saturday, July 7, 2012
who the hell was I
Skinny Love Birdy
Come on skinny love, just last the year Pour a little salt, we were never here My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
I tell my love to wreck it all Cut out all the ropes and let me fall My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Right at the moment this order's tall And I told you to be patient And I told you to be fine And I told you to be balanced And I told you to be kind And in the morning, I'll be with you But it will be a different kind 'Cause I'll be holding all the tickets And you'll be owning all the fines Come on skinny love, what happened here? Suckle on the hope in light brassiere My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Sullen load is full, so slow on the split And I told you to be patient And I told you to be fine And I told you to be balanced And I told you to be kind And now all your love is wasted Then who the hell was I? 'Cause now I'm breaking at the britches And at the end of all your lines Who will love you? Who will fight? Who will fall far behind? Come on skinny love My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my