Listening to Man in the Box - Alice in Chains right now.
This song just makes me want to stand up and sing the song at the top of my voice. Maybe even throw in some headbanging. Right here in this dull office. Shock these people beyond imagination. Scandalise them.
Seeing me dressed in black every other day and the dark, smokey eyes along with the black nailpolish, black nose-ring and blackmetal rings have already got so many people here thinking of me as a goth follower or metal head or something! Well, I'm not. I do love rock, though. Hard, hard rock. Loud guitars and the things they do with their voices. The awesome music. I love gettin goosebumps when listening to my favourite songs. I love the 'energy' in rock music.
Getting back on track, what surprises me is how hard it is for people to think for one moment that I may be really, really fond of the 'colour' black?? Because I am. I love the colour black. I love seeing black on my skin. It looks beautiful.
I've wanted to see a hint of blue in my hair for a long, long time now, but I truly love how black my hair are. Not dark brown or nothing. Black :) And that's the biggest reason for me not getting blue streaks yet. I worry it'll spoil the 'blackness' of my hair~
Thats also one reason why I want a tattoo. I want that black mark on my skin. And I want a music note :)
Black just looks beautiful. And magical. And sexy. And mystical. And dark. And classy. And beautiful. And enigmatic. And it stands out. And i love it! :)
'...don't try to push your luck, just get outta my way...
CUZ IM BACK!! YES IM BACK!! WELL IM BACK!! YEAH IM BACK!!
IM BACK IN BLACKK...'
:D Cheers! \m/
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Waiting...for...?
N.P.: Hanging by a Moment - Lifehouse
It's really appropriate too. I really do feel like I'm hanging by a moment. I was, actually, till a few moments back. You know one of the worst feelings? Imagine believing in something completely, something that you felt actually made you 'complete', was a part of you... like a body part. Now imagine suddenly realising that it's not a part of you.
Ok, I don't know if that made complete sense. But that's how it feels.
For instance, you pour all that you have into a glass and the glass gave way from the bottom and the liquid just slowly and slowly forms a circle around the base of the glass. And you stand there watching it, seeing what has happened but not moving. Just standing there, watching the circle gettin bigger. You know that it's going to start dripping from the table any moment now but you don't make a move to do anything about it. You can't. Because you are so shocked that happened. And slowly, drop by drop, the liquid falls to the floor. All of it is going to be on the floor soon. Not just yet, but soon.
That's where I am. Was.
But there was still time for me to put another glass under the table so all the drops would fall into the other. I know that the other glass doesn't belong to me but all I could think of then was to save that liquid. What was left of it. But I do realise that it's not mine.
I took too long.
I stood there, pondering over my options. The pros and cons. The million possibilities. 'What if?', 'How?', 'Then what?'...and so on and so forth!
And then she reached out and picked up her glass. I cannot describe the feeling of loss that hit me that very instant. Loss & confusion as well. For I know it wasn't mine. Why then, was I feeling like I had lost something?
And then, suddenly, she kept it down, right next to me. I felt the wind knocked out of me. All I had to do was reach out and lift it. Just reach out and see what happens. Suddenly, it was dark. So dark I couldn't see the glass, couldn't even see my own hands. But I did hear the soft sound of the drops...
When the light's came on the glass wasn't there. I wish I hadn't waited so long.
The light's have just come on and I feel like I've lost the last of the hope that was left in me. I can't bear to look at what's left of what I so badly wanted to save.
It's really appropriate too. I really do feel like I'm hanging by a moment. I was, actually, till a few moments back. You know one of the worst feelings? Imagine believing in something completely, something that you felt actually made you 'complete', was a part of you... like a body part. Now imagine suddenly realising that it's not a part of you.
Ok, I don't know if that made complete sense. But that's how it feels.
For instance, you pour all that you have into a glass and the glass gave way from the bottom and the liquid just slowly and slowly forms a circle around the base of the glass. And you stand there watching it, seeing what has happened but not moving. Just standing there, watching the circle gettin bigger. You know that it's going to start dripping from the table any moment now but you don't make a move to do anything about it. You can't. Because you are so shocked that happened. And slowly, drop by drop, the liquid falls to the floor. All of it is going to be on the floor soon. Not just yet, but soon.
That's where I am. Was.
But there was still time for me to put another glass under the table so all the drops would fall into the other. I know that the other glass doesn't belong to me but all I could think of then was to save that liquid. What was left of it. But I do realise that it's not mine.
I took too long.
I stood there, pondering over my options. The pros and cons. The million possibilities. 'What if?', 'How?', 'Then what?'...and so on and so forth!
And then she reached out and picked up her glass. I cannot describe the feeling of loss that hit me that very instant. Loss & confusion as well. For I know it wasn't mine. Why then, was I feeling like I had lost something?
And then, suddenly, she kept it down, right next to me. I felt the wind knocked out of me. All I had to do was reach out and lift it. Just reach out and see what happens. Suddenly, it was dark. So dark I couldn't see the glass, couldn't even see my own hands. But I did hear the soft sound of the drops...
When the light's came on the glass wasn't there. I wish I hadn't waited so long.
The light's have just come on and I feel like I've lost the last of the hope that was left in me. I can't bear to look at what's left of what I so badly wanted to save.
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