Wednesday, February 27, 2008

IF SHE WANTS ME- Belle & Sebastian


I wrote a letter on a nothing day.I asked somebody, “Could you send my letter away?”“You are too young to put all of your hopes in just one envelope.”

I said goodbye to someone that I love.It’s not just me, I tell you it’s the both of us.And it was hard,Like coming off the pills that you take to stay happy.

Someone above has seen me do alright.Someone above is looking with a tender eye.Upon your face, you may think you’re alone but you may think again.

If I could do just one near perfect thing I’d be happy.They’d write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes.On second thoughts, I’d rather hang around and be there with my best friend,If she wants me.

And far away somebody read the letter.He condescends to read the words I wrote about him.And if he smiles, it’s no more than a genius deservesFor all your curious nerve and your passion.

I’m going deaf, you’re growing melancholy.Things fall apart, I don’t know why we bother at all.But life is good and it’s always worth living at least for a while.

If I could do just one near perfect thing I’d be happy.They’d write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes.On second thoughts, I’d rather hang around and be there with my best friend,If she wants me.

If you think to yourself, “What should I do now?”Than take the baton, and girl, you better run with it.'Cause there is no point in standing in the past cause it’s over and done with.I took a book and went into the forest.I climbed the hill, I wanted to look down on you.But all I saw was twenty miles of wilderness so I went home.

If I could do just one near perfect thing I’d be happy.They’d write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes.On second thoughts, I’d rather hang around and be there with my best friend,If she wants me.

If I could do just one near perfect thing I’d be happy.They’d write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes.On second thoughts, I’d rather hang around and be there with my best friend,If she wants me.If she wants me, yeah.If she wants me, yeah.If she wants me, yeah.

Friday, February 22, 2008

So I love French song. It's happy and light melody lead me to believe it was about someone carefree or even in love. Well the chorus says: "I don't want to work, I don't want to lunch I only want to forget and so I smoke." She's sick of love! My point: you can't judge a song by its melody.

Sympatique
by Pink Martini

Ma chambre a la forme d'une cage, le soleil passe son bras par la fenêtre. Les chasseurs à ma porte comme les petits soldats qui veulent me prendre.

Je ne veux pas travailler, je ne veux pas déjeuner, je veux seulement l'oublier et puis je fume...

Déjà j'ai connu le parfum de l'amour, un million de roses n'embaumerait pas autant. Maintenant une seule fleur dans mes entourages me rend malade.

Je ne veux pas travailler, je ne veux pas déjeuner, je veux seulement l'oublier et puis je fume...

Je ne suis pas fière de ça, cette vie qui veut me tuer. C'est magnifique, être sympathique, mais je ne le connais jamais.

Je ne veux pas travailler, je ne veux pas déjeuner, je veux seulement l'oublier et puis je fume...

Translated into english that means:

My room is a cage The sun streams through the window, the bellhops are at my door like those little soldiers who want to take me away.

Chorus-
I don't want to work, I don't want to lunch I only want to forget and so I smoke.

Long ago I knew the smell of love, a million roses didn't smell as sweet. Now a single flower in my way makes me sick.

Chorus

I am not proud if this life that wants to kill me. It's magnificent to be sympatico but I have never known this.
Chorus

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Tahiti bungalow







So my hair-artist does the "So You Think You Can Dance" hair and makeup. She's awesome :)







Saturday, February 16, 2008

How much better does it feel after you've been to the gym?!? That's it I HAVE to go to the gym at least 4 times a week even if i have to go straight from work. I expect to have some amazing BMI in 8 weeks time... stay tuned

Friday, February 15, 2008

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Monday, February 4, 2008

"If music be the food of love, play on"- Shakespeare

people i love







Sunday, February 3, 2008

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REMAIN IN MY LOVE
John 15: 9-12

A Reading from the Holy Gospel according to John

Jesus said to His disciples:
“As the Father has loves me, so I also love you.
Remain in my love.
If you keep my commandments, you will remain in my love, and remain in His love.”

“I have told you this so that my joy might be in you and your joy might be complete.
This is my commandment: love one another as I have loved you.”
LET MARRIAGE BE HELD IN HONOUR BY
Hebrews 13: 1-4a, 5-6b

A Reading from the Letter to the Hebrews


Brothers and sisters:
Let mutual love continue.
Do not neglect hospitality
For through it some have unknowingly entertained angels.
Be mindful of prisoners as if sharing their imprisonment,
And of the ill-treated as of yourselves,
For you also are in the body,
Let marriage be honoured by all
And the marriage bed be kept undefiled.
Let your life be free from love of money
But be content with what you have,
For He has said, I will never forsake you or abandon you.
Thus we may say with confidence:
The Lord is my helper,
And I will not be afraid.
STERN AS DEATH IS LOVE
Song of Songs 2; 8-20, 14, 16a; 8:6-7a

A Reading from the Song of Songs


Hark! My lover- here he comes
Springing across the mountains,
Leaping across the hills.
My lover is like a gazelle
Or a young stag.
Here he stands behind our wall,
Gazing through the windows,
Peering through the lattices.
My lover speaks; he says to me,
“Arise, my beloved, my dove, my beautiful one, and come!

O my dove in the clefts of the rock,
In the secret recesses of the cliff,
Let me see you,
Let me hear your voice,
For your voice is sweet,
And you are lovely”

My lover belongs to me and I to him.
He says to me:

“Set me a seal on your heart,
as a seal on your arm;
For as stern as death is love,
Relentless as the nether-world is devotion;
Its flames are a blazing fire.
Deep waters cannot quench love,
Nor floods sweep it away.”

Saturday, February 2, 2008

Tree Hugger

The flower said, "I wish I was a tree,"The tree said, "I wish I could beA different kind of tree,The cat wished that it was a bee,The turtle wished that it could flyReally high into the sky,Over rooftops and then diveDeep into the sea.
And in the sea there is a fish,A fish that has a secret wish,A wish to be a big cactusWith a pink flower on it.And in the sea there is a fish,A fish that has a secret wish,A wish to be a big cactusWith a pink flower on it.
And the flowerWould be its offeringOf love to the desert.And the desert,So dry and lonely,That the creatures allAppreciate the effort.
And the rattlesnake said,"I wish I had hands soI could hug you like a man."And then the cactus said,"Don't you understand,My skin is covered with sharp spikesThat'll stab you like a thousand knives.A hug would be nice,But hug my flower with your eyes."
The flower said, "I wish I was a tree,"The tree said, "I wish I could beA different kind of tree,The cat wished that it was a bee,The turtle wished that it could flyReally high into the sky,Over rooftops and then diveDeep into the sea.
And in the sea there is a fish,A fish that has a secret wish,A wish to be a big cactusWith a pink flower on it.And in the sea there is a fish,A fish that has a secret wish,A wish to be a big cactusWith a pink flower on it.
And the flowerWould be its offeringOf love to the desert.And the desert,So dry and lonely,That the creatures allAppreciate the effort.

Lyrics by KIMYA DAWSON

Film: Juno

Saw the film JUNO this week. Highly recommend it. It's a cool little indie film with funny and sweet moments entwined. Left with a feeling of content.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K0SKf0K3bxg

Music soundtrack is also in my favour (the bold songs in particular). You can hear some of it at the bottom of this page:

http://www.amazon.com/Juno-Original-Soundtrack/dp/B00104W8T6


1.All I Want Is You
Barry Louis Polisar

2
My Rollercoaster (J...
Kimya Dawson
3
A Well Respected Man
The Kinks
4
Dearest
Buddy Holly
5
Up The Spout
Mateo Messina
Buy the MP3 Song: $0.99
6
Tire Swing
Kimya Dawson
Buy the MP3 Song: $0.99
7
Piazza, New York Catcher...
Belle & Sebastian

8
Loose Lips
Kimya Dawson
Buy the MP3 Song: $0.99
9
Superstar
Sonic Youth
10
Sleep (Instrumental)
Kimya Dawson
11
Expectations (Remas...
Belle & Sebastian
12
All The Young Dudes
Mott The Hoople
13
So Nice So Smart
Kimya Dawson
14
Sea Of Love (Remast...
Cat Power
15
Tree Hugger .... i think
Kimya Dawson & Antsy P...
16
I'm Stickng With You
The Velvet Underground
17
Anyone Else But You
Moldy Peaches
18
Vampire
Antsy Pants
19
Anyone Else But You
Michael Cera & Ellen Page

One short story

He was a boy
Who felt like a man
She was a girl
From a far away land
Far more beautiful
Than the picture in his hand
She had eyes
That would draw him in
They took a plane ride
Together they would find
Her long lost smile
They went home againBack to her friends
Back to repair her heart

He loved this girl
With all of his heart
He wanted her mind
Her secrets and her trust

She would never do him any harm
He'd give her the world
If it sat in his palm

One rainy day
It was dark in the sky
She turned and she said to him
With grey in her eyes

Go home again
Go back to your friends
Go back and repair your heart
Go home again
Go back to your friends
Go back and repair your heart

His heart turned to liquid
And it trickled from his eyes
All he could do now
At this point in his life

Was to go home again
Back to his friends
Back to repair his heart
Go home again
Go back to your friends
Go back and repair your heart.

Lyrics by XAVIER RUDD
http://www.myspace.com/xavierrudd

Thinking of Someone

For you I have stored up an ocean of thought,
Quiet, transparent, bright.
Your arms encircle the city of sleep
Of my far off, beautiful dreams.

A lamp shines faintly through a cresent window.
It is your name, changes to gold and silver silk,
That has wraped me and entangled me
With half a century.

An ocean of thoughts
All stored in that quiet city moat-
The most beautiful language,
Sounds like beautiful flower petals,
That fall and clothe my body with dream.

HSIUNG HUNG (1940)
I have been lucky enough to be shown the ways of the world by a
2 1/2 year old.







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babychino's are all the rave right now....