LTWYL

I feel like I should write something but I'm pretty dreary so not sure on what or how exactly. But I'm pretty hopped up on Coke, so let's go. I'm kinda back to the sleeping pattern I was in at Uni, although there I used to wake up late, whereas here, I'm having too many early mornings. I kinda like the feeling of feeling tired, something peaceful about it, it's not the worst feeling in the world. Talking of University, I realised today that I've been home for a while now and I kind of miss being away. I just want to go up to people and give 'em a hug. I'm really looking forward to moving into the house next year. It's exciting and something different, the sort of change I want but normally to afraid to make. A Jeff Buckley quote springs to mind "I want to throw myself against the rocks" just to see what happens. Another quote that I came across recently and really liked was "I would cling to unhappiness because it was a known, familiar state. When I was happier, it was because I knew I was on my way back to misery". I sometimes feel like I can relate to that but then realised maybe I'm not that misanthropic (also a word I came across and liked).

On the subject of misery, I've been watching a lot of films recently and the other day was looking for something sad. After watching 10 Things I Hate About You and Remember Me (both of which I really liked) it dawned on me that there's a difference between a sad film and a film that makes you sad. Remember Me on paper is technically a sad movie, but it's beautifully done and the shock twist ending, although sad, leaves you happy because it's a deserved ending to a good film. On the other hand, 10 Things I Hate About You is just another one of those slightly cheesy teen movies, which don't get me wrong I liked, but a geeky Joseph Gordon-Levitt gets the cool, popular girl, and an impossibly beautiful Heath Ledger is always going to get the girl, who could resist, and everyone rides off into the sunset, perfect and happy. This for some reason actually made me feel quite down, maybe it's just me.

Just when I thought I had enough of Julia Styles fuckin' me around, she's been cast in the new series of Dexter. Also, I've watched a few 'Inside The Actors Studio' interviews, which are pretty good, and the one with Mickey Rourke is so emotional, I feel like crying every time I hear him speak, what a man. And because I've been talking a lot about movies of late, I'm going to provide some music for you that I've been in to for a while. Bit of a varied bunch, make of it what you will;

White Blank Page - Mumford & Sons
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_Od0PJp6GI

Forget Her - Jeff Buckley
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=66cOdIRsSho&feature=avmsc2

Going Through Changes - Eminem
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iLq_oSkHZic&feature=player_embedded

Tumhein Dillagi Bhool - Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NpytgCbGJ4k

Still don't know how to actually add songs on to here but I found you the best vids out there so take a fucking minute to listen to 'em! :)

Thoughts/Quotes/Lyrics of the Day...
"Paul, did you just punch a little child?"
"There are thing you don't know about me Jimmy, I'd fuck a little kid up if he kick me in the dick!"

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I Am

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It's funny how sometimes, the more you close your eyes, the clearer things become.

Inception

SPOILER ALERT!!!

Ok, so if you've not seen Inception (seriously go to the fuckin' cinema and watch it) and don't want any spoilers look away and come back later. If you have already seen it, please continue.

I'm gonna start by saying it's probably my all time favourite movie, and that is only a day after my first viewing, it is crazy insane. Christopher Nolan is simply a genius! How do you even begin to conjure up something like this? To connect such a complex and multifaceted story is an impressive feat in itself, but to combine that with the cinematography and beauty of the scenes is mind blowing. The actors play their part as well, Leonardo DiCaprio really does now deserve to be a part of my favourites list. Ellen Page (Ariadne), Joseph Gordon-Levitt (Authur), Tom Hardy (Eames) and Marion Cotillard (Mal) were brilliant in it also, with the nice little cameo from Michael Caine coming as a pleasant surprise.

The movie was definitely not straight forward and there are times during it when you're like 'what the fuck is going on' but I think by the end of it, it all makes some sort of sense and everyone will take their own interpretations of the movie away. The more you talk to people, read about it, and watch it over, the clearer it becomes and more of the genius shines through. I was reading an article yesterday and it provided seven, yes seven, different but all perfectly plausible and valid theories on the ending to the film. How many other movies do you know that can be taken in seven different ways? It's incredible.

The theory I'm going with at the moment is that the end sequence is just a dream and he's stuck deep in limbo (possibly after Saito has shot him) where he has created the projection of his children. He doesn't wait to see if the top stops spinning or not, he doesn't care, he just wants to see his children whether it's in a dream or reality. When Cobb returns home at the end, his children are in the same clothes, same place and same age as they were, making it hard to be reality. This theory also means that Mal was right which is very sad. I thought the whole movie was very emotional, being able to see into some ones sub-conscience like that and see there 'elevator of regrets' was kind of upsetting. Cobb is one messed up individual, racked with guilt and pain, there was a line when Ariadne says something like "why is it so important to dream?" and he replied "because, in my dreams we are still together" :'( If that doesn't move you emotionally even slightly then you are made of stone! The whole spinning top thing is pretty clever, the very end scene, I've never seen a room full of people collectively hold their breath like that.

Last night as I went to bed I was hoping I would have some really vivid and imaginative dreams, but as I'm not normally a dreamer, I wasn't very expectant. However, I ended having at least three separate dreams, which I can remember bits and pieces from! Today I have not been able to watch any other films, it just didn't seem right but in the three days before, I have seen A Knights Tale, Kalifornia, Save The Last Dance, Iron Man 2, Kick-Ass, State Of Play, A Single Man, Death At A Funeral, and then of course Inception, pretty good going really. I want to go watch Inception again.

Thought/Quote/Lyric of the Day...
"Do you want to take a leap of faith, or become an old man, filled with regret, waiting to die alone?"
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"You're waiting for a train; a train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you can't be sure. But it doesn't matter - because we'll be together"

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I Gave You All

I know I've not really been writing much recently, but this whole week has been pretty weird. Just a mixture of sadness and anger, born from boredom I think. I've fallen into this routine of only leaving my isolated attic room for food. I've not really spoken to anyone in days in person or online, and when I have it's like I've spoken but not really talked to them. I just hang around in my night clothes, there's nothing worth changing for. All my meals apart from breakfast seem to be takeaway, even when I don't feel like it, I can't help it, and I've finished a crate of 24 coke cans in the past seven days. The days are too hot for my liking, making it hard to lay in bed, and the windows let too much light in. I stand in the bathroom and aimlessly stare at the mirror as some sort of punishment. Disillusioned in a haze of music and movies, with the inactivity turning my brain into mush. That's probably why there's been no posts for a week or so, it's like I want to say so much, but can't find a way to do it. In a way, I'm starting to get used to and even enjoy this reclusive behavior. Sorry for this ramble, not sure when you'll hear from me again, hopefully it'll be soon and I'll be in higher spirits.

Thought/Quote/Lyric of the Day...
"You desired my attention but denied my affections"

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For Chops

Baker came to me tonight with something he wrote and dug me out of my slump. I told him I'd put it up for him. So even though I said I was done with the poems, this is an exception for my boy. Written by Abubaker Mulla;


Road 2 Wilmslow

These past 2 months were the worst of my life
Sometimes my wrists used 2 ask me for the knife
I used to go sleep giving myself therapy by talking to myself at night
The one thing I needed was the help from gods might
I used to think I was the guy that would never topple
But as time progressed I became used to the bottle
Inspiration from my workplace put life into a new perspective
I suddenly got the urge to enjoy my life and let it live
I give thanks to those who help me and made me see the light
To those I hurt forgive me please, and let me walk free at night
Ill always thanks my homie chops for his inspirtation
He didn’t even know it but he saved me from annihilation
The things ive seen and done may take me to hell
Ive done fucked up things that I don’t want to tell
I realise now that the most you can do is try
But this wouldn’t have been necessary if I was just a good guy

The Collection - Part 2

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My longest poem, but the quickest to write.

Insomnia

Counting time in my mind
Look at all the things you’ll find
In my space, familiar face
Another memory gone to waste
Broken soul growing old
It has already all been told
Seeing red, being dead,
A ghost living inside my head
Energy sparks in me
A sudden surge that I can’t see
Cut too deep, I can’t sleep
All I have to do is leap
Midnight screams, in my dreams
Nightmares are my breathing scenes
To my friends, I love them
But every story has to end

Every breath that is left
Is one step closer to my death?
And I blink, I can’t think
I am running out of ink
Strangling stress, what a mess
I’m innocent till I confess
Troubled youth, hunting proof
No-one ever knows the truth
Lowered down in the ground
That’s where my body can be found
Am I dumb? I am numb
When will death and company come?
Feeling lost, bleeding cross
Will you deliver me to my boss?
Closing hand, don’t expand
Point it high and make a stand

I will glove all my love
I will make you take my drug
Lovely girl, ugly world
Let me win and let it swirl
Wipe your tears, I’m still here
Living in all of your darkest fears
I have grown all alone
In this house that I call home
All I hate, phony fakes
No one has what it takes
Embers flick, fires lit
Not being able to commit
Tell me why the world will lie
I have even failed to die
Counting time in my mind
Look at all the things you’ll find

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Just something I was fuckin' around with.

Acronym For Your Name

Bewildered In Life And Love,
Some thing’s will never change
My sad and lonely existence
It’s bound to remain the same

Believing In Lie After Lie,
You led me further astray
Our relationship could never grow
When you were always away

Because I’ve Loved And Lost,
By the saying I’m appalled
That, its better to have loved and lost
Then to have never loved at all

Broken Innocence Left A Legacy,
Turning a child into a ghost
Life through my blood shot eyes
Now to that lets all toast

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For good friends that have become distant.

The Break-Up Song

Spring in the blossoming sun
Summer when we were born
Autumn in the playing fields
Winter our hands were warm

Spring started to get cloudier
Summer dampened our shine
Autumn withered all promise
Winter reigned in our time

Spring became awfully lonely
Summer was miserable too
Autumn wanted me to say
Winter is here missing you

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I heard Em's verse on Airplanes and had to have a go myself.

Shooting Star

Let’s pretend I never made it this far
Let’s pretend I got stuck at the start
Pretend I was happy being a kid
Pretend I was good at everything that I did
Like I aced all my classes at school
And I was the dude that was classed as cool
Pretend I never always felt so alone
Like I never doodled on every book that I owned
Pretend I just hung around and played with my friends
Pretend I even had a friend to say was my friend
And I walked around wearing clothes that fit
And I wasn’t picked on, bullied, or kicked
Pretend I had a dad at home to put me straight
My mum wasn’t in the hospital and I didn’t arrive too late
I never thought of suicide since the age of nine
And I never threw up those pills that I took that time
Pretend I wasn’t obsessed with every girl that I met
And I actually had the balls to say what I felt
Pretend my dreams weren’t so unrealistic
I seized my chance and never feel like I missed it
In fact, pretend I’m glad that I made it this far
And never look to the sky to wish upon that shooting star

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Inspired by Man On Fire.

St. Jude, Patron Saint Of Lost Causes

Give me a reason to live
As I stare into an empty bottle
Slow my mind, ease my pain
So what if I need a few sedatives?

I don’t care for the world
It really doesn’t need me.
Phones ring and doorbell knock,
Clocks tick and nobody’s home

Derelict mind state. Abandoned.
A dim light flickers hopelessly.
Wallowing in the stench
Of my own self pity. Agonising.

Out of all human consciousness.
Where did it all go wrong?
How did it come to this?
Do you think God will forgive us?

I hear lost voices echoing.
No light at the end of the tunnel
No fairytale ending. Until;
You gave me a reason to live.

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The Collection - Part 1

OK, so after much consideration and deliberation, I have decided I will share some more of my 'poems'. There will be five in this post and another five in the next. These are the few I'm sort of happy to share with people at this moment in time, after these I will probably not put anymore up because the rest are for me.

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Inspired by a Bob Dylan song

Dirge

My mind is all over the place, I don’t know what to do
I had no one else to talk to, that’s why I’m calling you
I couldn’t take it any longer, I just had to know
I had to talk to her, now I’ll tell you of my woe

I couldn’t get any worse; I had nothing else to lose
And all this not-knowing, had me really confused
I knew it sounded crazy, and wasn’t very likely
But I asked her anyway, if she truly liked me?

She hesitated for a moment, I started to dread
I seen it in her eyes, going through lines in her head
Time stood still, I went over every scene I had read
In an apologetic tone, with one fatal, fair line she said;


"How can I like you when you don't even like yourself?"

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The title is from a Jeff Buckley song

You Either Die or You Keep On Burning

I miss my beautiful friend
I just want her to know this
And want to tell her I’m sorry
I hope it’s not too late, I fear it is

I wish things were different
And we could go back to smiling
Spending afternoons on the swings
Before the troubles started piling

My fear got the best of me
I should have never let you fall
Now I’m laying here in regret
It was my fault, I ruined it all

We may no longer speak
But I’ll carry you in my yearning
I wish happiness in your new life
But I am burning, I am burning…


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People told me to stop writing in rhyme and try free verse, this was my first free verse.

To Whom It May Concern;

Haunting ring of rejection is again
Shivering in the sombre sound of silence
Why do you not answer?
Do you hate me? Do you hate me?

Love Unrequited is my oldest friend
She has shaped my thoughts and feelings,
Becoming an integral part of me.
True friends are rare, but She is always there.

My insecurities won’t let go of my inhibitions
I can’t be me around you, open or real
Not willing to risk our friendship on a no go
I will never tell her, she will never know

Seeking comfort in the familiarity of nothingness
Trapped in a self deprecating sense of self.
The Devil and God live within me
Peace fails to exist.

I see no escape route, no where to leave
I feel my time is drawing close
If God loves me, he won’t mind having me
No one knows me and no one will miss me

So to this lonely life I bid farewell,
If you’re listening, hear my cry;
I’m free and all yours.
Goodbye.

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Written at the time I was watching about three serial killer documentaries a night.

Serial Killer Documentary

Look at him such a nice man, a son, a husband, a friend, a father
So smart, he worked harder then any other, lawyer or doctor
Locked her up and chopped her, who would have thought
That he was a killer, who killed her? Tortured her in his chamber
A danger, a friend who’s suddenly become a stranger.

Can’t describe the urge, the surge, merged with murders occurred
There’s no word to describe the vibe; I’m disturbed; it’s absurd
Mindset’s all blurred; I’m distant, bird’s eye view of the world
This is only the blurb; you haven’t even heard the full gory story
Of how a young boy from the suburbs, happen to find his glory

I’m feeling weak, a week since I’ve been asleep, my future’s bleak
A creep who roams the streets for something to eat: child’s meat
A treat, a beast who feasts on at least a piece of the deceased
Pleased to be unleashed off his leash and released all of his disease
Ceasing the peace, strangle her to death, and leave her to bleed.

The thrill to kill, with the will to thrill, no dreams to fulfill
Drink and pop pills, ‘til my stomachs filled. And if you feel I’m real,
I’ll take you home, cut you up, and eat your flesh to seal the deal
I’m only joking honey, don’t be scared by the knife I wield,
It’s the fucking chainsaw I’m going to use to make you squeal.

My favorite hobby is having sex with dead bodies, with every victim
I need more pain to be inflicted, sick sin, so I ripped in to her chest
Slipped in my fist, pulled her heart out, and ticked her off the list
Slit throat and wrists, give her a little kiss, she wont be missed
So what if it was my mother? Bitch shouldn’t have got me pissed!

It’s not a bloodbath; it’s a bath of blood, look at the caskets flood
Cuddle your love; give them a hug before they’re covered in mud
Immediate media attention, police got special case on the task
It’s funny, while I stalk this city, wearing your face as a mask
Who made me this crazy? I can’t say. I’m making them hate me!

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Eminem's Recovery kind of gave me my own recovery.

Recovery

Your persuasive rays of light
Opened doors of hope
Until there was nothing left, but to smile

Did I die and arrive at the hereafter?
Is it me really speaking?
Do I deserve to be joyous unconditionally?

To many irrelevant questions
Holding on to the past
I have let go
Striding blissfully onwards

The pathway to destiny
Or whatever else arises

My mind is clear, spirit is free, and heart is open
Everything else will take care of itself.

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Ayup Me Duck

I'm going to start this post off, like I did my day;

25 To Life
Love The Way You Lie
No Love

These three have been on constant repeat all day long, even when the music is not playing, the lyrics seem to be running through my head. They're just so relevant, I love how Em can speak directly to me. They can say what I can't. I still don't know how to get songs on my blog (which I know can be done) and I was going to just put YouTube links for them, but it's pretty much impossible to find the real thing for the last two without someone messing around with them. Most of you will have heard them anyway, and if you haven't, that's your fault.

Ahh football today was good and I finally had a decent game after about 4 weeks of pure shitness. Now I'm hurting, back is sore and got loads of kicks down my legs, but it's worth it. Hassan made me laugh! Haha.

I think my laptop charger is fucked up, it's being very temperamental. Deciding to charge, then to just stop, and then to work again. I think I might have to get a new one. Gay.

I was in Maryland today, after football, with the iPod on, pretty much on autopilot ordered my usual, and then I kind just woke up out of my trance and realised, I actually quite miss a mixed doner kebab with chilli sauce & ketchup, and a bottle of coke, from Papas :(

I was going to leave you with another poem, but just looking through them they're pretty shit, and the few that are not, I don't think I'm ready to share just yet. But I will have another post with a few on.

Ooh I just realised I can change the time, so it's not American anymore, it was annoying me slightly.

Thought/Quote/Lyric of the Day...
"True friends can go long periods of time without speaking or seeing each other and never question their friendship. These types of friends pick up just like they spoke yesterday, regardless of how long it’s been or where they live".
- Dedicated to Baker, I love you dudey.

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Morning Theft

Look how purrty my new blog looks! :) I spent a good two days on that, I'm loving it. I'm kind of OCDish though and keep nitpicking, changing, and rearranging the smallest things that you can't even see. I originally had pictures of people I liked (Em, Jeff, Proof, etc..) going down the side, but all the pictures were different sizes and just looked odd and out of place, so have gone for the next best thing! ;) Yeah I know it kind of makes me look self obsessed, I actually wanted pictures of all my lovely friends but seeing as I don't have any nice ones, I thought it would look a little weird if one of them just came on here and saw their profile picture! Haha. I might have to go to them one by one and ask for permission to lend me their best snaps to make my page look even prettier. "Hey, do you mind if I copy and paste your profile pictures? Cheers". Not weird at all, should be fun. With all the changes going on, I was also considering renaming the blog, I already have a proof reference 'S4JG' in the html, and now the Jeff lyric going under the blog name, maybe an Em based title? I also like the idea of the short and sweet 'Grace', but I think for now Living Proof, That's What I'm Giving You will stay.

I've spent the last couple of days watching T in the Park footage on iPlayer and really been getting in to it. Loving the live performances and obviously Em being there helps. People who have looked good were Florence, Jamie T and surprisingly Black Eyed Peas, but Mumford and Sons stood out for me, they were amazing. They were on at the same time as Em and The banjoist is actually an Eminem fan, who would've thought, and said if they weren't playing he would be watching him. Also, kind of addicted to I'm Not Alone by Calvin Harris after seeing him perform that, I downloaded it straight away and added it to my iPod. Still not seen the footage of Jay-Z and Kasabian, so looking forward to seeing that.

On that subject, I had a pretty cool dream last and I don't really have dreams generally. A few years back, I had this reoccurring dream about me being behind the wheel of a tractor on my busy, main road, and obviously not knowing how to drive it, and the more I pressed down on the brakes, the faster it went, until I eventually woke up just before the impact of oncoming traffic. But that's another story! Last night I dreamt I went to watch Em at T in the Park and due to him being really late on stage and the crowd starting to leave, I managed to get to the front. Once the show started, Em spotted me in the front row in my Proof t-shirt singing along to all the songs so called me on stage. There we performed together and I killed it! Em was so impressed he offered me a contract to sign with Shady Records. I pretty much said yes before he even offered it me, but no one else was supporting me in this. I went home and told my parents that I was moving to America and that once I was famous I would buy a big house and move them all out there, but no one wanted me to go. I told my University friends that I was quitting Uni to go pursue this dream and tried to reassure them that we would still stay in touch, but again, no one was happy about this. I don't know how it all ended, it was about here I kind of regained some consciousness, looked at my phone and it was 7.43, I didn't get back to sleep.

I don't know, lately my sleep patterns have been pretty fucked up. Like during Uni I could stay up 'til whenever without blinking an eye, but now I don't know what it is, soon as it hits 12, I get weeeell tired, hardly keep my eyes open. Pretty funny though, the other day when I woke up to see Lorna and Jake had posted pretty much the same thing. Maybe I'm just not as hardcore as I used to be, getting soft in my old age. Proper gay like.

Over the last couple of days, I've been watching loads of random but awesome documentaries. Oh I love nothing more than a good documentary. And I feel this trend may continue for a while, seeing as now the football has finished. I already have some lined up for tomorrow, and unless I decide to undertake the task of opening my heart again for a new TV show, I'll need some more.

I saw a status update from Joe Windy before and I had a sudden urge to give him a hug.

Thought/Quote/Lyric of the Day...
"If I see a light flashing, could this mean that I'm coming home
If I see a man waving, does this mean that I'm not alone"

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Here We Go

Maybe lately I have been going a little easy on the blog side. Probably one of my initial fears of me not having the motivation for continuing with the blog when it doesn't have an audience, may be coming to fruition. You're going to have to decide whether you want a more detailed but spread out blogs, or more frequent, short and sweet ones. To be honest, it'll probably be a mixture of the two as my mood dictates. But when I'm under pressure and my back is against the wall, that's when I thrive. Prepare to be amazed... or at least momentarily less bored

So lately I've been laying around in bed on the laptop a lot, doing sweet FA. One of the plus sides to this is that I end up seeing pretty cool things online, such as this short film I came across called Signs. It was advertised as a 'must see for all the ladies', that's probably why I watched it and loved it! Definitely worth twelve minutes of your life. I would love to be a technical whizkid and put up video's, songs, and pictures, making my blog look ever so pretty like I see on so many other's, but I'm not, so you're just going to have to bear with me. Here is a link though;
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uy0HNWto0UY

As some of you may or may not know, I sometimes like to draw pictures and write poems (or songs as I like to think, to sound more cool). Seeing as I don't have any of my pictures uploaded and have given them away to people, I will post a poem. This is one of forty two in my collection and one that has received the most positive feedback from the site I post on.


'Last Goodbye'

A tear is masked, as sheer and vast
I’ve never feared a task but you’re so lovely
The year has passed, it’s clear at last
I’m just here to ask do you love me?
The ring I claim, my wings inflamed
I cling in vein to you-and-me time
I sing the same, your king’s to blame
If things were changed would you be mine?

Thrown and thronged, in the zone and strong
But I can’t hone this song about you
Been alone all along, I’m known to be wrong
I’ve grown to belong without you
Ease what’s been done, three’s just no fun
Seizing you from acting grim
The sea and the sun, is reason for some
Please don’t you run back to him

I’ve been here before, between you and the door
Seen it all and more, your love is a sham
It’s mean to ignore, not my queen anymore
I dreamed you’d adore me for who I am
You melt all the boys, svelte in your poise
I never felt a rejoice, hoped my past would die
You theft me of voice, bereft me of joys
And left me no choice, this is my last goodbye.


What can I say, sometimes I just like to rhyme. This was kind of inspired, when I was going through my last Jeff Buckley phase, by his song Last Goodbye. On that topic, I've been into live performances recently, Seasick Steve and Band Of Horses deserve a mention, but none do it better than the ol' Jeffster. Towards the end of Uni, I bought 'Jeff Buckley: Live At Sin-e (Legacy Edition)'. I had the songs on my iPod anyway, but this came with a DVD, booklet, monologue pieces and other cool things. I gave it a spin the other day and it really is mind blowing, all taking place in a tiny cafe, where he earned a name for himself before he became famous. Two Cd's of covers versions of his idols and the early versions of his very own songs that would form Grace. I love listening to him live, he always ad-libs songs, adding and removing lines as he sees fit, turning songs lasting three minutes into ten with his heavenly crooning. Every version of the same song is different.

Also on a side note, I've started speaking more regularly to Baker, now that he's back on Facebook, which is awesome. And the other day, out of the blue, Abbie started speaking to me also, which was pretty cool and made me smile. Really need to meet up with them over summer.

Told you I'd be back to my best, bitches!

Thought/Quote/Lyric of the Day...
OK, Jake deserves a special mention 'cause he came out with a cracker the other day, something about not needing a girl, when you have an amazing barnet. Obviously his lovely brain was a lot more eloquent, but i forgot to copy it and now it's lost to the eternity of time. Therefore official one is...
"Kiss me out of desire, baby, not consolation"

x

Ahh Egypt,

what a mixed bag.

Delta Sharm, the resort we stayed in was a hundred acres of beauty, the people were friendly, and the food was good too. The weather was hitting 45+ degrees, the expeditions were affordable, and the shopping centre was close by. The World Cup was on everywhere, we met some cool people and visited some interesting places.

On the other hand, the resort was more of a couples retreat, diarrhea, constipation and the mosquitoes hit us all, and we missed out on quite a few activities due to illness.

Someone has been playing with that double edged sword again.

Overall, the truth is I wasn't really bothered about the holiday itself as such, as I knew I was with my best two mates and it would be a laugh nonetheless, and that's what it turned out to be. We'll look back on our time with smiles and laughter and that's all that really matters.

Thought/Quote/Lyric of the Day...
"MASH UP. BAD UP. HAD UP"

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