Wednesday, December 8
today must be the epitome of indulgence. at least it would seem that way to my mum. did nothing productive all day but toss out unwanted clothes. that make up half my wardrobe. hah! i only have 3 pairs of jeans and 1 pair of three quarts now, okay? and 3/4 of the skirts are there.. half the shirts. yup. played a lot of piano.. met chris.. and we did our favourite stuff. swim. in ice-cold water that hopefully helped us burn more calories. complain that the sun never comes out when we swim. freeze some more. eat. and eat some more. fall asleep. horrify my mum by falling asleep. i swear, she'll never believe i'm straight now. darn. but it's such a girl thing. nevermind. wake up. spend 15 mins guessing what present i got for her birthday. [starts with a c. comb? nahh. but you need one. next letter's a. ca. ... calendar? finally.] slack around downstairs. i play the piano. she reads bits off a chinese mag to me about won bin, who incidentally is exceedingly attractive. 'nuff said. watch friends. eat dinner. discuss gone with the wind in general and scarlett o'hara in particular over dinner with my mum. watch friends. she goes home, leaving her retainer on my table where it proceeds to collect dust and breed germs until she comes for it tomorrow. such wonderful days we have, eh?
am very poor. am $150 below my bank minimum. sorry if i can't get y'all nice presents this year, but honestly i've never been this broke before. pre-o's pigging really killed my account. when i get my wages.. it might be different. cos right now i pay for everything but water, electricity, lodging.. yup. you should see the picture of chris that appears on my phone when she calls. hah! eating! what else. hehh. i changed my plan too. so i'd prefer if you call instead of msging cos my free msgs go down to 500 from 700 meaning if i exceed to 1000 it'll be double and my head will be on the chopping board.. but free incoming calls all day so yay let's yak. =D missing y'all. don't want to start school with weird classmates and schoolmates and probably a handful of creeps. i'll hate them, they'll hate me, i hate it that i'm already so negative.. the arts people tend to be wilder than science huh. and ooooh i love this song. kiss from a rose. =D i. love. it. i love the music, i love the words, and yes i do love it. why do i love so many songs? i should love only one. but there are so many that i love! not just like. love. i really am extreme. just to let you know, i dislike several songs intensely. i'm not supposed to hate, so.. intensely dislike. i am extreme, and which one of us is god enough to judge another eh? therefore i love it!
There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea
You became the light on the dark side of me
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill
But did you know
That when it snows
My eyes become enlarged and
The light that you shine can be seen
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, The more I get of you stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grey
There is so much a man can tell you
So much he can say
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know
That when it snows
My eyes become enlarged and
The light that you shine can be seen
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, The more I get of you stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grey
Bridge:
I've been kissed by a rose on the grey
I've been kissed by a rose (on the grey)
I've been kissed by a rose on the grey
(...And if I should fall along the way)
I've been kissed by a rose
On the grey
There is so much a man can tell you
So much he can say
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know
That when it snows
My eyes become enlarged and the light that you shine can be seen
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, The more I get of you stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grey
Yes, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, The more I get of you stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grey
Now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grey
it must've been love.
9:24 pm
xoxo
