The comet Lulin is visible for a couple of weeks. I haven't seen it yet, because it "rises" above the horizon very early in the morning. I have a good telescope and I haven't been able to use it for quite some time now, because most of the time the weather sucks.
My Ex spoke to me on MSN today. I removed him from my friend contacts ages ago cause I thought it would be annoying to J and my ex's wife if we talked to each other. But today I figured it is totally okay and added him to friends again. We don't have feelings for each other anymore. We broke up for a reason back then and we live 600 kilometers apart, so what harm could it do to anyone?
I still love him, when he comes to my mind once or twice a year, but not in that relationship-love -manner. It's like the love you feel for something good that happened, the good memories and feelings remembered. I love all my exes, the good bits in them. But I would never want to have a relationship with them again. I know what was M's biggest fault and I bet he found a great deal in me. Being awfully jeallous isn't the smallest, I bet.
The only relationship I regret were the two I didn't have. One because I didn't want to break up with M and one because this guy was too good a friend to lose. The friend has long been gone, so no harm would have been done anyway.
Regrets, one thing the humans could do without.
Showing posts with label Memory. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Memory. Show all posts
Tuesday
Remember Me And I Shall Live Forever
Thomas Young deciphered the first comprehensible word of the Rosetta Stone: Ptolemy. A name of Alexander the Great's general, Ptolemy. As we all know, the basis of understanding the ancient Egypt, was on that stone.
The French man, Champollion or something, whose name I can't even pronounce (or write) discovered the name Ramesses and finally cracked the code. He was awarded the first professure of egyptology in the world and he died knowing he would be remembered.
When you meet someone whose language you don't understand and who does not understand you, you exchange names and that's the beginning of understanding and friendship.
When a child is given a name, he or she becomes the part of the society.
When you are mentioned the name Alexander and if you're taught history, you know who it is that is spoken of.
Or Beethoven..
"Remember me for what I have done and I shall never die."
I've done nothing in my life, no useful theories, no beautiful composings, no literary works.
So I'll just leave a tomb stone behind me and in 200 years, someone will walk by and not even look at it..
It sucks to be a nobody.
The French man, Champollion or something, whose name I can't even pronounce (or write) discovered the name Ramesses and finally cracked the code. He was awarded the first professure of egyptology in the world and he died knowing he would be remembered.
When you meet someone whose language you don't understand and who does not understand you, you exchange names and that's the beginning of understanding and friendship.
When a child is given a name, he or she becomes the part of the society.
When you are mentioned the name Alexander and if you're taught history, you know who it is that is spoken of.
Or Beethoven..
"Remember me for what I have done and I shall never die."
I've done nothing in my life, no useful theories, no beautiful composings, no literary works.
So I'll just leave a tomb stone behind me and in 200 years, someone will walk by and not even look at it..
It sucks to be a nobody.
Three Memories
These things just came into my mind today. All of these happened years ago, but suddenly they were in my mind - like they were yesterday:
There was a guy I had a crush on. We were working on some project together when I had to go home. I left in a hurry and had to go through the back door. It was winter, cold as hell. It was snowing. I had a portable cd-player with me and I put some music on. I turned the music loud, put some mittens on and started walking. I took some ten or more steps and got scared the shit out of me. It was my project mate who took me by the hand, pushed me to the wall and pushed himself to me. Then it was him leaning towards me, putting his hands to the wall and bent down. I remember him being at least ten inches taller than me. He had blonde hair and grey eyes. And boy, he was a good kisser - not that I knew a lot about kissing then - but anyway.
The other memory, it was in senior high I suppose, when I was doing some homework at the school lounge (pictured, btw- by the table I marked with a red arrow.) I was doing some dna stuff, trying to memorize what the teacher taught as I felt someone standing behind me. I felt his breath in my hair when he whispered: "Can I kiss you?" I - being the idiot I am, said: "I'll have to think about it." This was the guy I had been hanging out with, going out for drives and stuff. I don't remember his name anymore, but I remember his face. He never did kiss me, because we were interrupted by some of his friends. I hate myself for being that kind of an idiot.
The last and the newest one: I was out for a walk with this guy. It was late evening, late fall. Cold. It was a starry night and we walked to the pier and just talked and talked and looked at the stars. I don't even know how late it was when we finally went to his place, but I was freezing. So he took my clothes off and tucked me into his bed. And there we slept until his brother came to wake up us in the morning. Him holding me, like I was something he might lose any second.
Sometimes you just want to stay in your memories. Today was like that.
There was a guy I had a crush on. We were working on some project together when I had to go home. I left in a hurry and had to go through the back door. It was winter, cold as hell. It was snowing. I had a portable cd-player with me and I put some music on. I turned the music loud, put some mittens on and started walking. I took some ten or more steps and got scared the shit out of me. It was my project mate who took me by the hand, pushed me to the wall and pushed himself to me. Then it was him leaning towards me, putting his hands to the wall and bent down. I remember him being at least ten inches taller than me. He had blonde hair and grey eyes. And boy, he was a good kisser - not that I knew a lot about kissing then - but anyway.
The other memory, it was in senior high I suppose, when I was doing some homework at the school lounge (pictured, btw- by the table I marked with a red arrow.) I was doing some dna stuff, trying to memorize what the teacher taught as I felt someone standing behind me. I felt his breath in my hair when he whispered: "Can I kiss you?" I - being the idiot I am, said: "I'll have to think about it." This was the guy I had been hanging out with, going out for drives and stuff. I don't remember his name anymore, but I remember his face. He never did kiss me, because we were interrupted by some of his friends. I hate myself for being that kind of an idiot.The last and the newest one: I was out for a walk with this guy. It was late evening, late fall. Cold. It was a starry night and we walked to the pier and just talked and talked and looked at the stars. I don't even know how late it was when we finally went to his place, but I was freezing. So he took my clothes off and tucked me into his bed. And there we slept until his brother came to wake up us in the morning. Him holding me, like I was something he might lose any second.
Sometimes you just want to stay in your memories. Today was like that.
Sunday
Happy Mother's Day
Dear Mother,
I hope that one day you'll see what you have done and for a short moment will feel all the terror you have made us, your children, feel.
I hope that after realizing the damage you have done will make you come and say you're sorry and ask for our forgiveness. Only then you can have it.
If you can't understand your own mistakes, none of your grandkids will come visit you, no one will send you cards on christmas. Three of them hate you already. Not because they were told what you are, but because of your words and actions they have had to experience when we were trying to make you part of the family you couldn' t make us.
You will die alone, mother. How does it make you feel? To think that there will be no one holding your hand when you take your last breath. There will be none of your children present when you've put in to the ground. There will be no long time friends there, no husbands, no sisters, no brothers, no one but a priest from the church you abandoned long time ago and which abandoned you.
You have burned all the bridges behind you.
Happy Mother's Day, mother.
All your children spend their mother's day with someone elses' mother... And probably I'm the only one who thinks of you, me, who has gotten the worst out of you.
Oh, I have one memory to share with you, mother:
When I left my foster parents house after living there for almost eight years, the mother gave me a book. It was a very sad story of a little girl who eventually found her place in life - and it was called "The Little Well-bred Girl". In it's first leaf it read:
"I hope you will find your place in life, little well-bred girl. I hope that you will find your inner child, because you never learned how to be one. I hope that one day you will raise another well-bred girl who will never have to learn life the way you have learned."
Mother, I don't wish I was never born. I wish I was born to someone else than you. I'd might be a whole lot more than just leftovers.
This mother's day is dedicated to you, S, though we were never allowed to call you mother.
I hope that one day you'll see what you have done and for a short moment will feel all the terror you have made us, your children, feel.
I hope that after realizing the damage you have done will make you come and say you're sorry and ask for our forgiveness. Only then you can have it.
If you can't understand your own mistakes, none of your grandkids will come visit you, no one will send you cards on christmas. Three of them hate you already. Not because they were told what you are, but because of your words and actions they have had to experience when we were trying to make you part of the family you couldn' t make us.
You will die alone, mother. How does it make you feel? To think that there will be no one holding your hand when you take your last breath. There will be none of your children present when you've put in to the ground. There will be no long time friends there, no husbands, no sisters, no brothers, no one but a priest from the church you abandoned long time ago and which abandoned you.
You have burned all the bridges behind you.
Happy Mother's Day, mother.
All your children spend their mother's day with someone elses' mother... And probably I'm the only one who thinks of you, me, who has gotten the worst out of you.
Oh, I have one memory to share with you, mother:
When I left my foster parents house after living there for almost eight years, the mother gave me a book. It was a very sad story of a little girl who eventually found her place in life - and it was called "The Little Well-bred Girl". In it's first leaf it read:
"I hope you will find your place in life, little well-bred girl. I hope that you will find your inner child, because you never learned how to be one. I hope that one day you will raise another well-bred girl who will never have to learn life the way you have learned."
Mother, I don't wish I was never born. I wish I was born to someone else than you. I'd might be a whole lot more than just leftovers.
This mother's day is dedicated to you, S, though we were never allowed to call you mother.
Thursday
The Accident
I went to the library after school, took some books and left home. Now that I look back at yesterday, I'm starting to think there was someone looking after me because nothing really bad happened.
I drove down the street with my bike I went cross a few intersections, driving. I remember a girl who went really fast in front of me and thought "Geez, she must be late." Se drove on despite of the red light. I got off my bike and waited for the light to turn green. I looked at a guy on the other side of the road and thought he looked familiar but couldn't really crasp the thought. Then I went ahead. I was thinking about people going by, how this one girl was wearing too tight pants, and which way to go home. First I decided to go the usual way but then I thought I needed some change. I went through the central bus stops and ahead, it was -what- fourish in the afternoon and I was thinking that there wasn't much people there. Then in the second place of decision I chose to go ahead towards the police station as there is a sidewalk that bikers can use too and I don't like biking on the driveway as the traffic here is crazy in the afternoon.
Then again, the last point of decision. I noticed a car parked in a weird spot on a driveway to a local hardware store, thinking what an idiot he was. I noticed a nice, dark car parked in front of me and two people in it. I needed to either choose going straight or take it to the right and go the way as I usually go. I liked the car - it was a plain, but rather new so I decided to go straight to get a better look. i don't remember the make of it or if it really was a nice car now - guess I lost some of my memory a few seconds later. I was looking at the intersection far ahead to check if I can go across the street there or should I turn back. That intersection has changed a lot during the last year so I wasn't sure. Then I noticed a white car coming from left. Well actually I didn't notice it until I understood it was moving. I hit the breaks, too late. I always keep my fingers on the hand breaks so I did break, but when I did that, I lost the ability to turn the bike fast, so the pedal hit the car's extra headlight set. The next thing I was thinking: "Ok, you're gonna fall badly, relax and watch for your head." I pushed the bike and tried to jump off but I had a long white coat on and a bag full of books so I wasn't that flexible.
I fell to my left side and blacked out for just a sec. Then I thought that I was okay until it hit me. The pain. It hurt so much I couldn't breathe for a moment. Tears bursted out and I couldn't help the sounds coming out of my mouth. I was somewhere in the twilight zone until I realized nothing's broken and didn't feel I'd hit my head - and I remembered that years ago, I had learned a breathing technique I could use. Everyone was yelling and talking around me and someone called the ambulance and the police. I managed to ease the pain by concentrating to my breathing and was able to talk. I remember that I was worried about the car. I tried to get up but the pain kept me down there. I wasn't shocked - though. Guess everyone else was more shocked. There were people coming and going and staring and asking had I hit my head and if I was okay.
I decided to get up. The first attempt to get up didn't result as I wanted. I couldn't use my left arm to push me up so I took some deep breaths and forced myself to get up (for the stinging pain was momentarily only) as there was audience and I felt really stupid being on the ground when I wasn't lethally injured. My whole left side was burning and aching but I stood up. I called J to come and pick up the bike and luckily he was nearby. I stood the whole time, not straight, though - and the world was going around but I kept breathing and told everyone I was okay. Then I noticed the blood. A little, but blood anyway, on my leg. Something in my bike had punched a hole, but it looked worse than it really was.
J, the police and the ambulance came soon as we were right next to the police station. J came over me and was - I don't know, embarassed to be there - and the officer asked my name and date of birth and then went on asking the people who were there to find out whose fault it was. I was taken to the hospital so I won't know who's fault if was until I receive a charge or a bill. J took my bike and followed me to the hospital.
The driver of the white car was really nice and I think he got more scared than me. He apologized ten times and I said - not thinking - that we might bumb into each other some other time. Literally. Guess no one understood the joke - I understood it later.
The ambulance dude was really nice, we talked the whole way to the ER and he said that the car came from left, so it was basically his job to not hit me. Then they asked for my insurance - which I never had because the healthcare is free - I only have one that covers if I mess up someone else's stuff. The people had said I drove too fast. But I never drive fast! I never even cross the street on red light! The ambulance dude and the driver asked if I wanted them to carry me in, but I said I could walk. But it hurt like hell. At this point I actually started laughing for everyone being so considerate as I wasn't really hurt. I guess I was, because I actually yelled like a crazy monkey when I had to take a step down of the car. My hip felt like as if someone had stuck a 12 inch nail in there. The ambulance people laughed when I said "geez, I yell like a littel girl". The younger ambulance dude said again "want me to carry you?" and I said I'm doing fine. Then the older guy said: "She likes this" and I had to state that "Yes, hit me harder." They laughed. They put me in bed and put a blanket on and said "They're probably coming soon to give you a shot for the pain, have a nice day". I would have ran if I could've moved without help.
I young guy came over first to take my blood pressure and ask for some details . I told the same story I told the police and J and the ambulance people. He was, like, "You seem to be doing fine, stay here and the doctor will come soon. Oh, we should probably give you a shot." "Oh no you're not." I felt panic arising. "For the pain" he said. I refused. And refused again and decided that I'll stand a week of pain rather than take a needle. "Oh, a little needlephopic, eh?" he asked and went somewhere. I waited for the doctor for like an hour or so. The ER was full of old people with headache - nothing serious - and I was feeling only a bit dizzy but my butt hurt like hell. The nurse came and asked if I wanted another blanket and I said I'm quite fine - thinking why there were on a good mood as the ER is known of their rather non-customer-service -staff.
The doctor appeared to be a 35+ dude with nice blue eyes. He wanted asked the same questions ten-or-so people before him and I answered. He checked if I had broken a hip bone and he did a rather unpleasant check. I had to lay down and he took a crab of each side of my hip and twisted. Didn't hurt, but the feeling was somewhat unpleasant. Then he twisted my leg, did a lot of pushing and squeezing (gee, that sounds perverted) and then asked me to stand up. It took me about 30 secs to get up and stand. Then I noticed the doctor was at least 20 inches taller than me and I'm tall! He asked me to take a few steps and then as I was having hard time walking he wanted to check my spine and ribs. He was, like, "you know how to fall, eh?" I answered: "Guess those years training aikido and karate weren't useless. And I have never been so glad for my big butt."
Okay, so I was fine. The doctor told me to stay in bed for at least three days and then try moving outside of the house. He said that the pain was going to be terrible and told me to take a lot of painkillers. Then they sent me home and asked to come again if I had any doubts of injuries as they didn't want to take x-rays for I seemed to be doing fine.
By the time I got home the pain had gone wild. The whole left side of my body was aching (and by the way - still is - even with the painkillers). I'm glad I knew I had to come with my butt first but my heavy load and the coat caused the landing on the whole left side.
Now that I have relaxed a lot I know that there were some injuries they didn't notice. My neck feels like shit, I felt sick and feverish and right now I feel that I actually hit my head because the base of my skull feels sore. Well, if I die in haemorrhagia intracranialis or whatever I know they were wrong not x-raying me. Every inch of my body from the left ankle to the left ear hurts.
Now I'm just waiting what I'll have to pay for the damage to the car. Because I'm sure it will eventually be my fault as the driver appeared to be somewhat whealthy as I had the change to notice his suit and three cell phones. He was - luckily - driving a crappy car. But I heard the extra light sets can be really expensive. I can't stop thinking what I'll have to pay and why didn't I crush my skull in the street.
Or course, J doesn't understand. He takes it as if it was nothing. He doesn't realize that if the car didn't come from a parking lot it would have driven faster and I would probably be dead as I never wear a helmet when biking. Guess he doesn't care after all. He was very servicing, though. Even bought me my favorite ice cream today.
It seems like forever and that was barely 24 hours ago.
I drove down the street with my bike I went cross a few intersections, driving. I remember a girl who went really fast in front of me and thought "Geez, she must be late." Se drove on despite of the red light. I got off my bike and waited for the light to turn green. I looked at a guy on the other side of the road and thought he looked familiar but couldn't really crasp the thought. Then I went ahead. I was thinking about people going by, how this one girl was wearing too tight pants, and which way to go home. First I decided to go the usual way but then I thought I needed some change. I went through the central bus stops and ahead, it was -what- fourish in the afternoon and I was thinking that there wasn't much people there. Then in the second place of decision I chose to go ahead towards the police station as there is a sidewalk that bikers can use too and I don't like biking on the driveway as the traffic here is crazy in the afternoon.
Then again, the last point of decision. I noticed a car parked in a weird spot on a driveway to a local hardware store, thinking what an idiot he was. I noticed a nice, dark car parked in front of me and two people in it. I needed to either choose going straight or take it to the right and go the way as I usually go. I liked the car - it was a plain, but rather new so I decided to go straight to get a better look. i don't remember the make of it or if it really was a nice car now - guess I lost some of my memory a few seconds later. I was looking at the intersection far ahead to check if I can go across the street there or should I turn back. That intersection has changed a lot during the last year so I wasn't sure. Then I noticed a white car coming from left. Well actually I didn't notice it until I understood it was moving. I hit the breaks, too late. I always keep my fingers on the hand breaks so I did break, but when I did that, I lost the ability to turn the bike fast, so the pedal hit the car's extra headlight set. The next thing I was thinking: "Ok, you're gonna fall badly, relax and watch for your head." I pushed the bike and tried to jump off but I had a long white coat on and a bag full of books so I wasn't that flexible.
I fell to my left side and blacked out for just a sec. Then I thought that I was okay until it hit me. The pain. It hurt so much I couldn't breathe for a moment. Tears bursted out and I couldn't help the sounds coming out of my mouth. I was somewhere in the twilight zone until I realized nothing's broken and didn't feel I'd hit my head - and I remembered that years ago, I had learned a breathing technique I could use. Everyone was yelling and talking around me and someone called the ambulance and the police. I managed to ease the pain by concentrating to my breathing and was able to talk. I remember that I was worried about the car. I tried to get up but the pain kept me down there. I wasn't shocked - though. Guess everyone else was more shocked. There were people coming and going and staring and asking had I hit my head and if I was okay.
I decided to get up. The first attempt to get up didn't result as I wanted. I couldn't use my left arm to push me up so I took some deep breaths and forced myself to get up (for the stinging pain was momentarily only) as there was audience and I felt really stupid being on the ground when I wasn't lethally injured. My whole left side was burning and aching but I stood up. I called J to come and pick up the bike and luckily he was nearby. I stood the whole time, not straight, though - and the world was going around but I kept breathing and told everyone I was okay. Then I noticed the blood. A little, but blood anyway, on my leg. Something in my bike had punched a hole, but it looked worse than it really was.
J, the police and the ambulance came soon as we were right next to the police station. J came over me and was - I don't know, embarassed to be there - and the officer asked my name and date of birth and then went on asking the people who were there to find out whose fault it was. I was taken to the hospital so I won't know who's fault if was until I receive a charge or a bill. J took my bike and followed me to the hospital.
The driver of the white car was really nice and I think he got more scared than me. He apologized ten times and I said - not thinking - that we might bumb into each other some other time. Literally. Guess no one understood the joke - I understood it later.
The ambulance dude was really nice, we talked the whole way to the ER and he said that the car came from left, so it was basically his job to not hit me. Then they asked for my insurance - which I never had because the healthcare is free - I only have one that covers if I mess up someone else's stuff. The people had said I drove too fast. But I never drive fast! I never even cross the street on red light! The ambulance dude and the driver asked if I wanted them to carry me in, but I said I could walk. But it hurt like hell. At this point I actually started laughing for everyone being so considerate as I wasn't really hurt. I guess I was, because I actually yelled like a crazy monkey when I had to take a step down of the car. My hip felt like as if someone had stuck a 12 inch nail in there. The ambulance people laughed when I said "geez, I yell like a littel girl". The younger ambulance dude said again "want me to carry you?" and I said I'm doing fine. Then the older guy said: "She likes this" and I had to state that "Yes, hit me harder." They laughed. They put me in bed and put a blanket on and said "They're probably coming soon to give you a shot for the pain, have a nice day". I would have ran if I could've moved without help.
I young guy came over first to take my blood pressure and ask for some details . I told the same story I told the police and J and the ambulance people. He was, like, "You seem to be doing fine, stay here and the doctor will come soon. Oh, we should probably give you a shot." "Oh no you're not." I felt panic arising. "For the pain" he said. I refused. And refused again and decided that I'll stand a week of pain rather than take a needle. "Oh, a little needlephopic, eh?" he asked and went somewhere. I waited for the doctor for like an hour or so. The ER was full of old people with headache - nothing serious - and I was feeling only a bit dizzy but my butt hurt like hell. The nurse came and asked if I wanted another blanket and I said I'm quite fine - thinking why there were on a good mood as the ER is known of their rather non-customer-service -staff.
The doctor appeared to be a 35+ dude with nice blue eyes. He wanted asked the same questions ten-or-so people before him and I answered. He checked if I had broken a hip bone and he did a rather unpleasant check. I had to lay down and he took a crab of each side of my hip and twisted. Didn't hurt, but the feeling was somewhat unpleasant. Then he twisted my leg, did a lot of pushing and squeezing (gee, that sounds perverted) and then asked me to stand up. It took me about 30 secs to get up and stand. Then I noticed the doctor was at least 20 inches taller than me and I'm tall! He asked me to take a few steps and then as I was having hard time walking he wanted to check my spine and ribs. He was, like, "you know how to fall, eh?" I answered: "Guess those years training aikido and karate weren't useless. And I have never been so glad for my big butt."
Okay, so I was fine. The doctor told me to stay in bed for at least three days and then try moving outside of the house. He said that the pain was going to be terrible and told me to take a lot of painkillers. Then they sent me home and asked to come again if I had any doubts of injuries as they didn't want to take x-rays for I seemed to be doing fine.
By the time I got home the pain had gone wild. The whole left side of my body was aching (and by the way - still is - even with the painkillers). I'm glad I knew I had to come with my butt first but my heavy load and the coat caused the landing on the whole left side.
Now that I have relaxed a lot I know that there were some injuries they didn't notice. My neck feels like shit, I felt sick and feverish and right now I feel that I actually hit my head because the base of my skull feels sore. Well, if I die in haemorrhagia intracranialis or whatever I know they were wrong not x-raying me. Every inch of my body from the left ankle to the left ear hurts.
Now I'm just waiting what I'll have to pay for the damage to the car. Because I'm sure it will eventually be my fault as the driver appeared to be somewhat whealthy as I had the change to notice his suit and three cell phones. He was - luckily - driving a crappy car. But I heard the extra light sets can be really expensive. I can't stop thinking what I'll have to pay and why didn't I crush my skull in the street.
Or course, J doesn't understand. He takes it as if it was nothing. He doesn't realize that if the car didn't come from a parking lot it would have driven faster and I would probably be dead as I never wear a helmet when biking. Guess he doesn't care after all. He was very servicing, though. Even bought me my favorite ice cream today.
It seems like forever and that was barely 24 hours ago.
Tiituu
When I was little, my father took a piece of wood and carved me a boat. He made a little sail too and asked what I'd like it to be named. Tiituu, I said. He carved the name and my boat was ready. We lived in the very northest part of the country those days, but it was an exceptionally warm summer. He took me to a little river and said "This takes out to the polar sea - It's open right now. Want to set it free?" I wanted the boat to be free but I didn't want to release it, because it was my boat and I loved daddy who made it... I asked him to release it for me. He put it on water and it went along with the current. I remembered that boat last night when I was in my bed waiting to fall asleep. As the years go by, I remember that boat time to time - and wonder if it really made it to the sea. And sometimes, just sometimes, I think I should have kept it as memory of a beautiful day in a time everything was okay.
Tune of the moment:
Lifehouse - Walking Away
Hey
Remember me
I remember you
Walking away
Tune of the moment:
Lifehouse - Walking Away
Hey
Remember me
I remember you
Walking away
Monday
Old Photographs
I went through some of my old stuff and found a bunch of pictures. I hate the memories they bring though they are pictures of moments of fun, love and caring. I hate them because it's all those pictures are: Memories.
I wish upon tonight
To see you smile
If only for awhile
To know you're there.
Wednesday
Memory
I just remembered a song I used to like very much. I was in love with a guy whose last name is close to "happinesville". In those days, I was seeing a guy I liked very much and ended up dating him for a year or so, but this one was a trophy I won. Me and a friend of mine were both interested in this Happinesville guy, but back then I was young and thin and she was more like me today. I didn't actually want that guy in the beginning, it was all about the competition, but when I visited his place for the first time and he was so shyly telling me that he'd been watching me for ages and hoping that I'd see him too.... Well, I chose the other guy.
Today I remembered the song he wanted me to hear. We danced the song on our first date. Usually I don't put the whole lyrics here, but I think I'll make an exception this time. For the memories. The tune of the moment is (I wish I heard it):
Cue - Burnin'
I don't think I know you,
don't think I ever will
Am I in love with you,
Well I don't know still
It may sound strange
but I'm warning you
I may not be that nice
Maybe baby I
'm a heart breaker
heart breaker
heart of ice
But I'm burnin'burnin'
'cos you set my soul on fire
Girl, I dont know what I'll do
'Cos I'm burnin'
I'm burnin'
I'm burnin' with desire
Yes I'm burnin'
and it's all because of you
We can't be together
I'm not that kind of a guy
I'll be gone and lost forever
and you won't know why
Don't get me wrong
I'm only warning you
you'd be on your own
Today I remembered the song he wanted me to hear. We danced the song on our first date. Usually I don't put the whole lyrics here, but I think I'll make an exception this time. For the memories. The tune of the moment is (I wish I heard it):
Cue - Burnin'
I don't think I know you,
don't think I ever will
Am I in love with you,
Well I don't know still
It may sound strange
but I'm warning you
I may not be that nice
Maybe baby I
'm a heart breaker
heart breaker
heart of ice
But I'm burnin'burnin'
'cos you set my soul on fire
Girl, I dont know what I'll do
'Cos I'm burnin'
I'm burnin'
I'm burnin' with desire
Yes I'm burnin'
and it's all because of you
We can't be together
I'm not that kind of a guy
I'll be gone and lost forever
and you won't know why
Don't get me wrong
I'm only warning you
you'd be on your own
A Perfect Yesterday
Yes,
My yesterday was even better than I thought. More good things about yesterday: I met my good friend L, I went shopping with J (and almost shoplifted a pair of gloves from H&M - thank God we noticed it right outside the shop. I wonder why there wasn't an alarm device in the gloves.), went to see our friend who returned from Japan a few months ago. He made us espressos', we watched a movie called Dragonheart (I cried in the end - and I've seen at least 20 times) and the best, best, best part of the day was onii-giri. I'm not sure how it's supposed to be written, but just to make sure everyone understands it's a triangle made of rice. Usually it is packed with shrimps and fish sauce and the third part I can't remember but as I'm allergic I got the non-fishy version with only rice and some sesame seeds. It was my first onii-giri and I was so happy the whole evening. I've wanted to taste Onii-giri since I was like-what- 14 and now my wish came true.
At home I played the Sims 2 (thank God it's not crashing anymore) and went to bed by midnight. My eczema got itchy and I decided I'm not going to scratch in my sleep. So I'm still awake and soon heading to school. The rest of the night I worked on some JAVA stuff I have to return by thursday morning. And I've only done like half. And drank 3 XLarge cups of coffee. I bet by the time I get to school I'm ready to sleep by the computer.
My yesterday was even better than I thought. More good things about yesterday: I met my good friend L, I went shopping with J (and almost shoplifted a pair of gloves from H&M - thank God we noticed it right outside the shop. I wonder why there wasn't an alarm device in the gloves.), went to see our friend who returned from Japan a few months ago. He made us espressos', we watched a movie called Dragonheart (I cried in the end - and I've seen at least 20 times) and the best, best, best part of the day was onii-giri. I'm not sure how it's supposed to be written, but just to make sure everyone understands it's a triangle made of rice. Usually it is packed with shrimps and fish sauce and the third part I can't remember but as I'm allergic I got the non-fishy version with only rice and some sesame seeds. It was my first onii-giri and I was so happy the whole evening. I've wanted to taste Onii-giri since I was like-what- 14 and now my wish came true.
At home I played the Sims 2 (thank God it's not crashing anymore) and went to bed by midnight. My eczema got itchy and I decided I'm not going to scratch in my sleep. So I'm still awake and soon heading to school. The rest of the night I worked on some JAVA stuff I have to return by thursday morning. And I've only done like half. And drank 3 XLarge cups of coffee. I bet by the time I get to school I'm ready to sleep by the computer.
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