1234.

You give me more lovin’ than I’ve ever had
Make it all better when I’m feeling sad
Tell me that I’m special even when I know I’m not

Give me more lovin’ from the very start
Piece me back together when I fall apart
Tell me things you never even tell your closest friends 

Make me feel good when I hurt so bad
Barely gettin’ mad, I’m so glad I found you
I love being around you
You make it easy, it’s as easy as 1234

There’s only one thing to do
Three words for you:
I love you.
There’s only one way to say
Those three words and that’s what I’ll do:
I love you.

-Plain White T’s. 

 

One day
To-morrow. 
3 cheers, to
4 months =]

Earth, consumed.

“From the soft, malleable body at the mercy of the artist’s hands to the heavy breathing of flames in the kiln, clay provides infinite possibilities of form and function.”
-quoted from Sculpture Square website. 

Ceramics is suddenly everywhere, and can do anything, and is everything I’ve dreamed of in a medium. As a child, I loved it. But now, comparing it to sculpture, where does my “true passion” lie? Somebody help me. 

And I read the cd review for Snow Patrol’s latest album “A Hundred Million Suns”. It was very negative, saying their previous album was upbeat-er, this album is too mellow, blah blah blah. But I felt that this album was alot more sensitive, and carried alot more Irish tunes/beats/rhythms. Heck, even the accent in some songs were sexy. And who needs funky distracting upbeats when you can have contemplative, beautiful lyrics =]

Set Down Your Glass – Snow Patrol

Just close your eyes
And count to five
Let’s craft the only thing we know into surprise.

Set down your glass
I painted this
To look like you and me forever as we’re now.

And I’m shaken, then I’m still
When you’re eyes meet mine I lose simple skills
Like to tell you all I want is now. 
Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you more than I could ever promise, more than I could ever say, more than ever now after today. 

So ceramics, or sculpture? AHHH.

Veh Cool.

[Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty English songs. The first line of the twenty-first is the title. ] Matt did it, Dzaki did it, so my itchy ears/fingers just had to give it a go =]

Show Me What It Is You’ve Done

Maybe if my heart stops beating it won’t hurt this much
Look at this photograph,
Watching every motion in my foolish lover’s game
Three little birds sat on my window.

Hello, good morning, how’d you do
I slip softly through your slim fingers, leaving traces
I am thinking its a sign;
Put on your best clothes. 

A picture paints a thousand words.
Caught up in this madness, too blind to see
Cradle me, I’ll cradle you, we’ll do the things that lovers do
Desperado: Why don’t you come to your senses?

Tonight, I celebrate my love for you;
Lonely the path you have chosen.
She seems dressed in all the rings of past fatalities
Your shadow walks faster than you. 

Daydreaming and I’m thinking of you
I take a breath, hold the air until there’s nothing left
And in the end, we lie awake and we dream:
Welcome to the greatest show, the greatest show on Earth.  

 

Overall, I think its pretty cool, minus the ‘three little birds’ part. Sounds a bit retarded. Also cause slipknot had a part to play in the 4th stanza. But I think the last verse makes the most sense. I could never have written that stanza on my own, although I wish I could have. 

Because Jicheng was right about situations like this. You can’t find it in you to start, because you know you never want it to stop. 

If you were certain I’d leave you a little something again, you were right =P I can’t wait for tomorrow!

 

 

How Now Brown Cow. Chocolate cake Olé.

Anyone Else But You.

You’re a part-time lover and a full-time friend
The monkey on your back is the latest trend
I don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else, but you

Here is the church and here is the steeple
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else, but you

We both have shiny happy fits of rage
You want more fans, I want more stage
I don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else, but you

You’re always trying to keep it real
I’m in love with how you feel
I don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else, but you 

I’ll kiss you on the brain in the shadow of the train
I’ll kiss you all starry eyed, my body swinging from side to side
I don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else, but you

The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me
So why can’t you forgive me
I don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else, but you

I don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else, but you.  

And it begins.

38.4 degrees celsius. Assessment starts tomorrow. By the grace of God, may I not screw up, and if I do not get As, grant me the serenity to accept whatever I get. Let this (first) assessment be a productive one, and a good one. Please, let the week pass quickly, so life can begin. 

Taylor Swift – Love Story. Awesome new single off ‘Fearless’ ;]

Romeo, save me; they try to tell me how to feel. 
This love is difficult, but it’s real. 
Don’t be afraid, we’ll make it out of this mess. 
It’s a love story, baby, just say yes. 

Hunger Pangs.

Song: When The Sun Sleeps
Artist: Underoath

I thought you’d come back
At least I prayed (so I prayed)
The romance has been dead for years
But I’ve been too afraid
To dig the grave (so I prayed)
Relief, support, never came
Memories carry me through the days
Of when we were kids
And angels came to watch us play
Close my eyes
Just for tonight
The sun still sleeps
And when she wakes
A movie that plays in my mind 
Remembering you helps me survive
Every day a re-run of the next
I promised to stay by your side
That all would change
I can’t complain
Another victim of the game
Close my eyes
Just for tonight
The sun still sleeps
And when she wakes
Maybe love will find us again
For there is always tomorrow
Sincerely ’til the end
Close my eyes
Just for tonight
The sun still sleeps
And when she wakes,
You’ll be a memory.

Influenza.

So when the rock mantra doesn’t work anymore, what’s next?

 

Screwed. Because no matter how much I wish and wish and wish, girls like them always get their way. I hope one day this will all start to make sense again. One other fine day. 

KT Tunstall – If Only

Walking around in the days
Out for days now
Talking it up as amazing,
A maze that I’m in.
Looking at the stars for the answers
But all that I found was silence and dirty ground

If only you could see me now
If only you could hear me out
If only it was only me now.

Listen just a little bit harder
The hearts tell the truth
Is it just a pistol on the edge
To keep you moving
You’re looking like you’re looking for something
And now, you’re surrounded by silence.

If only you could see me now
If only you could hear me out
If only it was only me now.

Yes, if only it was only me now.

Queeze from Leeway.

Don’t kill me for spelling your name like that =x I still loves you.

 

3 names thats in your mind
-Poodee, Sandra and Jerry (my Hippo). 

 

3 things you’re wearing now
-shirt, shorts and underwear?

 

3 things you can’t live without
- sleep, chocolate and blueberry tea (yes, even if I suffocate, I’ll grow gills and live in tea)

 

favourite cake
-BT’s boston chocolate (don’t judge me!)

 

Am I in a relationship?
-Yes, a few. Just not romantic ones. 

 

Have I ever been given a rose?
-Yes. And a fake gerbera. LOL

 

My all time favourite romance movie?
-Amelie and Love me if you Dare. Both fwench.

 

Have I ever been in love?
-You tell me.

 

What’s/Who’s my current problem?
-someone foul and fair, lost and won. 

 

Have I ever had my heart broken?
-Ofeh courseh. But gloo-ed back already =]

 

Have I ever seen a friend as “more than a friend”?
-I know Barney the Purple DInosaur has. 

 

Do I believe in the statement “once a cheater, always a cheater”?
-As much “once a whore, you’re nothing more” (meaning: nope)

 

How many kids do I want to have?
-67

 

What are my favourite colours?
-I am an arts student and must not be bias to ugly colours. I love ‘em all.

 

Do I believe I love only once?
-I don’t think so. It varies. 

 

Am I friends with my ex-es?
-HAHA ask them. 

 

5 things in my head?
-a small brain
-my assignments
-tomorrow’s list of things to bring to sch
-my assignments
-my assignments

What age did I start liking the opposite sex?
- 12, I think. But I still hate boys. 
 
What song I want to be played at my wedding?
- Secretly, I want Adam Sandler’s I wanna grow old with You X)

I wanna make you smile whenever you’re sad
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad
All I wanna do is grow old with you

I’ll get you medicine when your tummy aches
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks
It could be so nice growing old with you

I’ll miss you, kiss you
Give you my coat when you are cold
Need you, feed you
Even let you hold the remote control

So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink
Put you to bed when you’ve had too much to drink
I could be the one who grows old with you
I wanna grow old with you.

 

Is that not the most adorable song ever. 

What am I to you?

What am I to You? – Norah Jones.

What am I to you?
Tell me darling true.
To me, you are the sea,
Vast as you can be
And deep the shade of blue.

When you’re feeling low,
To whom else do you go?
See, I cry if you hurt;
I’d give you my last shirt – 
Because I love you so.

If my sky should fall,
Would you even call?
Opened up my heart,
I never want to part;
I’m giving you the ball.

When I look in your eyes,
I can feel the butterflies.
I love you when you’re blue;
Tell me darlin’ true:
What am I to you?

When I look in your eyes,
I can feel the butterflies.
Could you find a love in me?
Could you carve me in a tree?
Don’t fill my heart with lies.

I will you love when you’re blue;
Tell me darlin’ true:
What am I to you?

But we’ll stay.

–

I am thinking it’s a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they’re perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay
And true, it may seem like a stretch, but
Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
Head when you’re away when I am missing you to death
When you are out there on the road for
Several weeks of shows and when you scan
The radio, I hope this song will guide you home

They will see us waving from such great
Heights, ‘come down now!’ they’ll say
‘But everything looks perfect from far away!’
‘come down now!’ but we’ll stay.

I tried my best to leave this all on your
Machine but the persistent beat it sounded
Thin upon listening
And that frankly will not fly. You will hear
The shrillest highs and lowest lows with
The windows down when this is guiding you home.   

–

-The Postal Service.

Beautiful songs. Its songs like this that give you hope, that mankind still has a few people who think as much as you, and love as much as you.