It's been a minute since you left me Out here on my own And I never felt this empty Since I've been alone And the silence is louder than any fight we ever had before You don't even know
The time for night to turn to morning Never took this long And there's nothing to take from me Cause you're already gone Being hurt for a while's how I'll get over you
So keep calling me names, babe Tell everyone I'm crazy Do whatcha gotta do To forget about me and you If it's easier to hate me Then go on have your way babe Do whatcha gotta do To forget about me and you
I can't remember to forget you Whenever there's another I accidentally just compare you But they don't measure up Every mile that I steer Every song that I hear is a memory of you Please leave me alone And no matter what Please don't regret all the times you Pretend you don't see me It's pathetic I try to despise you Just like you do with me Love just don't disappear especially when it's true
So keep calling me names, babe Tell everyone I'm crazy Do whatcha gotta do To forget about me and you If it's easier to hate me Then go on have your way babe Do whatcha gotta do To forget about me and you
Sometimes it takes you feel you've died to know you really are alive in here And I'd trade my soul Just to wake up from This nightmare they all say is my life now Baby I don't wanna make it all harder for you But I love you like crazy if you gotta hate me Then do what you gotta do
So keep calling me names, babe Tell everyone I'm crazy Do whatcha gotta do To forget about me and you If it's easier to hate me Then go on have your way babe Do whatcha gotta do To forget about me and you...
Currently this is the main blog song. I've been infatuated with this song recently; Jojo's voice is so soothing and nice in lyrics highlighted in bold above...the lyrics that sound distant yet familiar...the forgotten lyrics that hauntingly inspires my soul...and yes, this is a pre-post to a big update that's coming up real soon...I know you readers are missing me loads. =)
Mother's Day Special
The Joy Luck Club trailer
English has been my first love, and now Literature is next. Literature, a subject that inspires, a subject that is alive.
An excerpt from the book: Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan.
"Tell them stories she told you, lessons she taught, what you know about her mind that has become your mind," says Auntie Ying. "You mother very smart lady." I hear more choruses of "Tell them, tell them" as each Auntie frantically tries to think what should be passed on. "Her kindness." "Her smartness." "Her dutiful nature to family." "Her hopes, things that matter to her." "The excellent dishes she cooked." "Imagine, a daughter not knowing her own mother!" And then it occurs to me. They are frightened. In me, they see their own daughters, just as ignorant, just as unmindful of all the truths and hopes they have brought to America. They see daughters who grow impatient when their mothers talk in Chinese, who think they are stupid when they explain things in fractured English. They see that joy and luck do not mean the same to their daughters, that to these closed American-born minds "joy luck" is not a word, it does not exist. They see daughters who will bear grandchildren born without any connecting hope passed from generation to generation.
The Joy Luck Club is a book that can bring tears to your eyes, while reading...I'm happy to be studying this book for the O Levels...it's very inspirational and engaging.
Happy Mother's Day. =)
12:26 PM;
be with myself
Affirmation
cappucino on a rainy day,
snuggles in the warmth of blankets,
hot food in the arms of hunger,
huge umbrella of a stranger,
embraces in the rain,
smiles amidst frowns,
sincerity..
triumphs and singing of the heart
in center
clarity
Raindrops like candlewax
Drowning in a
Solid sculpture, you Burning and cold.
peace
Independence
Health
Baking skills
Yoga/Electone lessons
Love
Faith
Happiness