(Source: danceabletragedy)
“for He knows how we are formed, He remembers that we are dust” Psalm 103:14
it’s always an awesome reassuring feeling to know someone still genuinely cares even after knowing how irritatingly weak we are :)
“don’t use etta. you should use maria margaretta. m is good, e and t is bad. numerology!” ~the funny security uncle, after jotting down my name on the guest list.
but uncle, i don’t respond when ppl call me maria…
you see, if i block a person from my profile, it is only fair that you block me from their profile.
An oldie taken from Dawson’s Creek Soundtrack Vol. 1, still one of the best soundtrack compilations for tv series in my opinion.
Ready for a Fall
PJ Olsson
You sit there in my shadows
And you call it your relief
Don’t be the one with bad eyes for
The things that I could see
(Don’t give me that)
The darkness has no armor
Need protection from the air
High hopes through time passing
When I see I want you there
[Chorus]
I can’t believe
You’re the one for me
If it was this easy to find you
I should be ready for a fall
I should be ready for a fall
Now my wonders rally
Around the person I once was
Like a bird that I’ve been helping
Hope you’re healed and strong
You never know when you might have to fly
Where will you go after me
Where will you go after I set you free
And I don’t know you from a page in my book
Though I should
Though I should
[Chorus]
Where will you go after me
Where will you go after I set you free
And I don’t know you from a page in my book
Though I should
you know how sometimes when you look endearingly at a really nice cake on a display, your friend will ask “shall we have that?’, and then you’ll just come up with replies ranging from “er… okay i, guess.” to “i bet it’s over-rated.” when in your heart you actually say “hell, yeah! gimme a piece of that.”? (that is prolly the longest question i’ve written in my life. thank you.)
i do that. i do that a lot. why do i do that? i dunno… sometimes to avoid accountability and dissapointment if the cake tastes icky or is actually really over-priced. sometimes it’s to not to look like such a glutton, which i am, and most of the ppl i know knows it. sometimes in hopes that if i deny myself of it, i’ll actually get it. very sage-like, i know.
like, seriously. that is so female, right? but everybody does it.
“i just don’t wanna get my hopes up.” well, guess what? your hope is already pretty up there, you’re already saying you really want it.
it feels like an emotional blackmail to GOD (or karma, to ppl who don’t like to be so ‘religious’). “nah, it’s okay. i understand if You can’t give it to me.” ~insert puppy eyes here. and just like any emotional blackmail, sometimes it works, but sometimes it’s tiring for the blackmailee. and that’s what we call ‘shit happens’.
honestly, why can’t the heart wants what it wants?
it’s only a freakin’ piece of cake for pete’s sake!
disclaimer: in no way does this post got anything to do with my current job-hunt.
“reflex action. doesn’t go through the brain.”
~boy, after catching the notebook the girl dropped.
honey, i’ve done/said a lot of things that doesn’t go through the brain.
i’m pretty sure most of them aren’t reflex action…