The Ideal "Love Story"

"Love Story" - Taylor Swift

We were both young, when I first saw you.
I close my eyes and the flashback starts-
I'm standing there, on a balcony in summer air.

I see the lights; see the party, the ball gowns.
I see you make your way through the crowd-
You say hello, little did I know...

That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles-
And my daddy said "stay away from Juliet"-
And I was crying on the staircase-
begging you, "Please don't go..."
And I said...

Romeo take me somewhere, we can be alone.
I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run.
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess,
It's a love story, baby, just say yes.

So I sneak out to the garden to see you.
We keep quiet, because we're dead if they knew-
So close your eyes... escape this town for a little while.
Oh, Oh.

Cause you were Romeo - I was a scarlet letter,
And my daddy said "stay away from Juliet" -
but you were everything to me-
I was begging you, "Please don't go"
And I said...

Romeo take me somewhere, we can be alone.
I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run.
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess.
It's a love story, baby, just say yes-

Romeo save me, they're trying 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.
Oh, Oh.

I got tired of waiting.
Wondering if you were ever coming around.
My faith in you was fading-
When I met you on the outskirts of town.
And I said...

Romeo save me, I've been feeling so alone.
I keep waiting, for you but you never come.
Is this in my head, I don't know what to think-
He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said...

Marry me Juliet, you'll never have to be alone.
I love you, and that's all I really know.
I talked to your dad -- go pick out a white dress
It's a love story, baby just say... yes.
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh.

'cause we were both young when I first saw you

Hierarchical needs

I need to start doing pilates again.
I need to starting studying Japanese again.
I need to clean out the house.
I need a new oven to bake.
I need some soul in my life.
I need to start writing.
I need to do a theatrical production.
I need to get some nice flats (shoes).
I need to get some nice (sun) dresses.
I need to start doing clothes surgery.
I need to start working with felt again.
I need to drop by Singapore.
I need to go on a holiday. (But do I really?)
I need to read more.
I need to rest more.
I need to watch more (of my DVDs).
I need a new DVD player.
I need a pamper session.
I need.....

Less e(quals)-mo(re)

I've come to the conclusion that I need to listen to more of my happy music.....

As well as watch less emo shows.....like Grey's or even.....Brick.....

How is Brick emo? Come on......Brendan's looking for the person who got his ex-girlfriend-who-he's-still-in-love-with killed......how is that not emo? Plus it's an indie film....the style in itself, implies emoness.....Also, lusting after a currently unattainable Joseph Gordon-Levitt.....cannot be healthy and doing anything for the soul....

I need to nourish my soul......I need a holiday....a vacation from my brain....from being me....I need to go where nobody knows my name...I need to go where my mind can be free and wonder....wonder the corridors of your life.....see the world through your eyes.......feel the world through your skin.....I need to be
away
from me.....

More Poetry!

desolation
the vast emptiness of my inner sanctum
fallen angel
stripped of wings
feathers falling from wings unseen
forgotten
lost
isolation in a crowd
the need for an outlet
a scream in the dead of night
tears cloud the eye
my mind
my heart
a barren wasteland
hopelessness
desolation
isolation
here comes the light
where is the light?
i want
the dark
the cover
of night
of rain

everything means something else to someone else
the insane inane ramblings of a soul
wandering
lusting
doing nothing
wanting everything

what am i doing?

end of the road

hope?

for not……………………..?

Poetry in Motion

Went to No Black Tie yesterday to check out Wayang Kata, now in it's fourth installment. Mostly coz Ron invited me on Facebook, then found out that Zalikha was performing...then finally that Ron was too....so it was that coupled with the party Malik invited me to next door.......so setlah.....an evening it was....

I sat there in the dimly lit No Black Tie, barely knowing a soul who was there personally, only by reputation, clinging to the tenuous connection I had to David till Ikha finished her set and I was able to move and sit with her, I absorbed the marvel that is spoken word. This is isn't my first encounter with it. I was pleasantly surprised to find out that I was there too at that inaugural spoken word event at the stiflingly stuffy and sardine packed La Bodega at Changkat Bukit Bingtang, witnessing Francesca Beard along with most of the people present at No Black Tie tonight. It didn't make me feel any easier tho. I just couldn't help feeling out of my depth. But as I sat there listening to others spout pictures made of words and watched my own junior stand up there and recite her own words, I couldn't help but be reminded that I too once dabbled oh so long ago. All that coupled with the fact that darling EuGene reminded me as much that very afternoon over MSN.....

So that got me to thinking.......and that got me to looking......I went home and looked through the stuff I had did for Bernice during that period right after that first spoken word event....remember now that she was rather disappointed that I didn't do poetry for my final assignment....hhmm..........and found my favourite one........it has no tittle...or had.....for now I've decided to give it one......I have to warn you.....it will of course be...rather.....unpolished.....but here it is anyways......

Tabako (tobacco in Japanese)
your presence reeks of tobacco,
half smoked cigarettes
under a starless sky.
the cigarettes butts smolder
in the ash tray of my life
like my affections for you.
half awake and half dead.
an on and off affair that I wish
would leave me

my dreams are plagued
by visions of you
smoking, filling my mind’s eye
with tobacco
threatening to engulf me.
it hurts my eyes and makes me
want to cry but i don’t
my eyes tear as saline threatens
to fall

i started smoking
because of you.
and countless others like you
my unattainable smoking angel army
each smelling of marlboros and dunhills
each stirring and unachievable
yet right in front of me, tempting me

i sigh as i exhale
my breath of toxic smoke.
it coils around me
like the serpent in the garden.
never letting go