after a long lyric drought, i think i like this one best..
My Interpretation - MIKA
You talk about life, you talk about death, And everything in between, Like it's nothing, and the words are easy. You talk about me, you talk about you, And everything I do, Like it's something, that needs repeating. I don't need an alibi or for you to realize, The things we left unsaid, Are only taking space up in our heads. Make it my fault, win the game Point the finger, place the blame Address me up and down, It doesn't matter now.
[chorus:] 'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again. This is not about emotion, I don't need a reason not to care what you say, Or what happened in the end. This is my interpretation, It don't, don't make sense.
The first two weeks turn into ten, I hold my breath and wonder when it'll happen, Does it really matter? If half of what you said is true, And half of what I didn't do could be different, Would it make it better? If we forget the things we know. Would we have somewhere to go? The only way is down, I can see that now.
[chorus:] 'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again. This is not about emotion, I don't need a reason not to care what you say, Or what happened in the end. This is my interpretation, It don't, don't make sense.
It's really not such a sacrifice
[chorus:] 'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again. This is not about emotion, I don't need a reason not to care what you say, Or what happened in the end. This is my interpretation, It don't, don't make sense.
And it don't have to make no sense to you at all, 'Cause this is my interpretation, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
love is like shitting. i mean, eating and shitting. it can be wonderfully delicious at first, melting in your mouth and all. and then it goes through the roller coasters of the tummy and the disgestive systems. those that are good tends to stay in the body but those bad ones goes out through the shithole. thats where it hurts sometimes. but after you let go, you feel relieved that its over.
what a theory!
my blog is so boring, even i'm bored by it. uploading photos takes a whole helluva long time and i hate that.
it has been a year since i worked! and this is my 21st year since i was born. what would i want this milestone year?? ah, its another year i suppose. no biggie.
looking back, its 2 years already. coming to three. past few months, i've been a good listening ear to my girlfriends, i seeked advice from swain. i don't want to be busybody but dear girlfriends, please take all my opinions with a whole gallon of salt because i'm adressing my point of view, so who knows what you might actually want, right?
its always nice to have a shoulder to sleep on during long bus rides. thats what i love about swain. haha. april has always been a roller coaster ride but time and time again, we've past it. i finally plucked up the hugest courage after 2 years to let it out and after a good cry, i feel at ease now. its the peace that i need to stop thinking too much.
i don't know when am i going to keep my promises of meeting my friends after a long time. especially those from polytechnic. i keep thinking everyone's so busy with their own lives that i'm afraid to ask anyone but when i do, i'm afraid to meet. i don't know what to talk to you guys cause so much has happened and i don't know where to start. ooh bummer. the spoil sport again.
i miss going to the beach on a weekday morning and i miss cycling my bum off. i hate it that i miss birthdays and i hate it that i'm lazy to start conversation.
maybe i'll keep blogging more often to update you eh? maybe. i still love you, frikifrida. you aren't forgotten.