Sunday, July 16, 2006
I think i have more than a few weird songs in my i tunes. I looked through them and i realise that i almost always listen to just the 30 odd songs on my playlist while the 200 odd rest are neglected. I tink songs and their lyrics are like a sort of art. Or should i say words. They always manage to evoke lots of emotions. Its amazing how one sentence can contain so many hidden meanings which can make you tear and laugh. In fact i tink words are more powerful than what you'd see on the television.
Someday, maybe someday, i'll write smth, smth beautiful for you.
I like sundays. It feels lazy. I want to go out. I want to be under the sun again and feel its warm glow carresing my face. I want to splash in the water. I want to run.
I had a very weird dream last night. I dreamt that i was in Afghanistan, out on a field, with kites floating around. It was beautiful. Now, nothing bad of that sort happened. Then suddenly, it switched to a japanese street and there's geishas strolling around me. I like dreams. Otherwise, sleeping becomes boring.
I realise smth. I mustn't own smth, cos' when i've it, i won't like it as much. Its the same for everything, from an object to a relationship. I just finished my chinese essay hmw. I'm amazed. I had forgotten how to write my chinese name. I'm trying to waste some time before tuition, so sorry for this numbingly boring post.
She said I think I'll go to Boston.
I think I'll start a new life.
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name.
I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,
I think I'll get a lover and fly 'em out to Spain.
Oh yeah wellI think I'll go to Boston.
I think that I'm just tired.
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind.
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of Sunset,
I hear it's nice in the summer, some snow would be nice,
oh yeah.You don't know me,
And you don't even care, oh yeah,