Defying Gravity

When I took the semester off,everyone told me what a huge mistake i was making.
To them I say,I'd rather do something that I'm passionate about then go through the motions; getting a degree, getting a job, doing my masters...
I've always been one to follow my heart, I'm not going to stop now.
I'm so happy i have a headache,lol...
Here's to dreams coming true! (=

[I'm through accepting limits
'cause someone says they're so
Some things I cannot change
But till I try, I'll never know!
Too long I've been afraid of
Losing love I guess I've lost
Well, if that's love
It comes at much too high a cost!

I'd sooner buy
Defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye
I'm defying gravity
I think I'll try
Defying gravity
And you wont bring me down!]

Complications...

I love artists, something about them using their talent to make other people feel good. Especially musicians, the tortured artist kind, just him and his guitar, accompanied by a husky imperfect voice…
Something about the way they caress their guitars and make them weep… Fast, strong fingers… Something about the way their slightly rough hands feel against my soft skin…
Musicians are sexy, one of my biggest weaknesses…

He’s friends with my brothers, with me; he’s one of the boys. But I can’t help myself, I look at him and I go weak in the knees. And he’s noticed. That’s how he knew I would kiss him back if he tried; he caught me staring once and saw it written all over my face…
It’s a bit wrong though, he IS one of the boys…
No one suspects a thing; my mum even lets him sleep over… Those are the best nights; we wake up in the middle of the night and make out in my room. We leave the bathroom light on in case someone wakes up because they’ll assume he’s in there…
Sometimes we just cuddle; I love how his body feels against mine. Hard, fit body, his manly cologne, surprisingly soft really warm skin… I love how tiny and protected I feel in his arms… I love how his skin is always really hot and mine is always really cold…
I love how he grabs me and pushes me against the wall when no one's in the room, kissing me hungrily and running his hands all over my body...
All it takes is one touch and I feel the familiar strain in my thighs. It’s torture when we’re not alone because I always just want to rip his clothes off and stare at his sexy body.
He’s lean and fit and has a chiseled torso…
He’s amazingly sweet, he listens to me even when I’m rambling and he does sweet things for me all the time… he makes me smile (=
He also, dear bloggers, has a girlfriend…
Sigh…

[Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly,
With his song, telling my whole life.
With his words,
Killing me softly,
With his song]

WOZA 2010

After waiting for what seemed like an eternity, June 11th is here!! World cup day!! First time in Africa, I honestly didn't think I'd live to see the day!!
I'm so pumped up, I don't know what to do with myself!!
Watching the teams arrive, I wished we had PVR so i could watch those fine ass men walk in slow motion ;) hehe
Anyone seen last month's Vanity Fair? yummmmmmy!!!
Just under 7 hours and counting...goooo France!! And all the African teams! (=


[listening to: Waving Flag - K'naan]
if you ask me,that's the real world cup song

Happy Blogday To Me (=

It’s been a year since I started this blog, I can remember the day I did clearly in my mind (which is surprising considering all the weed I’ve smoked since =P hehe..) I was in my room, furious with life, listening to The Funeral by Band of Horses and chatting with my best friend.
“Man, I’m just so bummed out right now...”
“What’s wrong?”
“That’s the thing, I have no idea, I’m just upset and angry and I can’t talk about it...”
“So write about it...”
The rest, as they say, is history…

It’s been an awesome year though, thanks for reading (all 5 of you, lol) and I hope you keep reading (=
xo

*this one doesn't have a name*

And Hansel said to Gretel: “Let us drop these bread crumbs so that together we can find our way home. Because losing our way would be the most cruel of things.” This year I lost my way.
That’s a line from One Tree Hill. It rings true for me though. I have lost my way. I have lost my passion. I have lost all the things that mean so much to me.
I have lost myself.
I didn’t want to admit it to myself, much less to anyone else. But I had to. Because admittance is the first step to recovery right?
And so, after a week spent in a drunken and/or stoned stupor, I managed to epiphanize (that’s not a word is it?). I’m withdrawing from my courses for the sem, who knows, maybe I won’t even be back next sem. I’m going to find myself again, do all the things that make me happy.
Write.
Sew.
Paint.
Play on the swings at my grandma’s house and remember what it’s like to be a child again.
Discover new music.
Rediscover old time favourites.
Relearn the monologue at the beginning of Rock and Rolla…
I’m going to find my way before I get even more lost. And sure, there’s probably an evil witch lurking somewhere in this forest that is life, waiting to eat me up. But that’s the best part about fairy tales; everyone lives happily ever after in the end =)
Except the bad guys.
They just die tragic deaths and go to fairy tale hell =P
xx

[listening to: Eet - Regina Spektor