I don't do crowds

So I'm blogging for the sake of blogging. cause I've not very much to say. Lately. I mean its been just school, I am like an empty shell. No new revealations of life I am waiting to be filled. I just saw another of Bjork's videos, pagan poetry. She was just wearing strings of jaux diamonds. and yeah she was naked. Brintey copied her in some magazine shoot. Only her... ahem. vital parts were barely covered. Sigh. byork does her own thing. She rest of the world can only watch and cheaply imitate.
One thing I dont like about her. Hey lyrics are almost poetry. But the way she sings it doesn't relfect that aura. I suppose she wants to if she could. But I dunno. She is a wonderful vocalist though. How many times must I repeat that to the world before I can over it?
'Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved

He offers A handshake Crooked Five fingers
They form a pattern Yet to be matched
On the surface simplicity but the darkest pit in me and It's
pagan poetry, Pagan poetry'

Beautiful, dont you agree? I love the sound the harp can make. I love how she fusions harp and electronic sounds. I am also in desperate need for motivation and inspiration.'The water is wide, I cannot get over. and neither have I wings to fly. Give me a boat, that will carry two.and both shall row, my love and I'

The Icelandic

... And a penchant for Bjork.
1. She's got the weirdest brain in any human living. I like
2. Her voice? scratchy, pitchy and totally original!
3. She's GORGEOUS (I mean, black hair, green expressive eyes, small mouth...)

Not that I wanna be just like her, I love her style, and it would be nice to imitate her voice quality and then incorporate it into my reportoire... indeed. hm! not like i didn't already kill my voice last night trying to scream like her. Its abit bizarre. Sali calls it oddity. listen to 'Ruby baby' 'tis scary indeed. I used to think Christina Aguilera had good vocals (not scary and highly unattainable like maria carey or celine dion's) But I'm now rethinking that statement in place of bjork.
Punk Cabaret?
Listen to The dresden dolls. A cheap imitation of the pussycat dolls they are not, though thats the initial impression i got when sali first mentiond them. They thread on the verge of mainstream(and I avoid anything mainstream), but her lyrics are good. I like the minimalist piano+drums concept.
Paul, You promised to post the makings of your song!!!

And she's right before me

And she's right before me. One step of darkness into one step of light. But I'm in the darkness. She, in the light. We walk in this line, in black, in white.
Then there is grey, where the others thread. Sometimes, it pulls us apart. When we're alone, there is only contrast. It is neither good, nor hate. Its just that light travels in a straight line. I am not in that straight line. She smiles, and she moves the world. I don't.
I've tried crossing over. But I thread even in the dimmest of her rays, and all I meet are these melting eyes. Just an inch away, it makes a difference. Sometimes, the light pierces.
It hurts
But We've one thing in common: we both can't see. Yet we're not blind to the things around us. Yet we ravish in our own ignorance.
Then there is grey, where others thread. Again, it pulls us apart.
I said I didn't care
And she lavished her golden smile upon me, and I know when there is grey, She goes to where only light can take her.
Where I can't follow.
Its her world. Of the food of love. Of wine and laughter, of humour in smokescreen, of recordance on forever. If forever's enough. Its her basking light, Its what she does best. It's danger to me. Even If I want to. I know I can't go.
One step and it's turmoil. One step and it breaks my affinity with comfort. And if I break free
I fear she's too far away. Even now she's calling, and all I hear is her echo. Sometimes, I am completely deaf and when I am, I'll say I dont care
But I do, and it rages so much I feel like a fool. I want to run, I want to abandon hope. I want to hate. Something tells me to wait. It's her whisper. I'll be in the light soon. with her. When? When? I can't wait for these oceans to run dry. I can't wait for the sun to burn so bright it melts every other thing in sight. I'm selfish. In my selfishness I say: I want it now. Then my world turns a little darker, Her glow a little dimmer, another inch further. Defeat has served its last course meal, and I am jealously powerless. I take a step backward and unwilingly learn acceptance. Acceptance means peace.
It hurts
It makes me so weak, I retreat and fade away...

I gets Dress. Paul gets guitar

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near


your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose



or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing



(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

EE Cummings

thanks to sali, ah isnt this beautiful *swoons*

So This is it, my poly time table's finally arrived. It is scary. I want to go run and hide in the safe arms of Lasalle, but I know I must nver turn back
" I'm sticking with you
Cuz I'm made out of glue "
Yes Liz Can do this. I'm happy to say that I've got my dress! yay, Its being sent for alterations currently, the swirl customer service and attention and customization is very good. I like!
Paul Finds the Ideal Guitar! You know he was o sad on Sunday when the last one got sold out, But, *surprise surprise* guess what we saw while walking past davis guitar today?
A cream coloured Stratocaster with a maple neck!
OMG.
'here is the church and here is the steeple
we sure look cute for two ugly people
I don't see what anyone can see
In anyone else, but you'
I'm in love with some songs from the Juno Soundtrack.
They're amazingly simple yet meaningful, naive and touching!
I dont know where we'll get the money form though, Paul's Parents want to wait awhile longer, but we're afraid the guitar be sold!!!!
Lizster