Purple Hair

Your Hair Should Be Purple

Intense, thoughtful, and unconventional.You're always philosophizing and inspiring others with your insights.

What's" Your Funky Inner Hair Color?

Kierkegaard Quote for 10/11/2005

Since boredom advances and boredom is the root of all evil, no wonder, then, that the world goes backwards, that evil spreads.
This can be traced back to the very beginning of the world.
The gods were bored; therefore they created human beings.

The Cat

"Why don't you bring the cat along? He spends so much time on his own..." he asked yesterday.
"Why shouldn't I? That's what I wanted, right?" I thought and so I took him along...
What is supposed to come next?

I am scared things won't work out...

Which John Cusack Are You?

Which John Cusack Are You?

Kierkegaard Quote for 27/10/2005

What is a poet?
An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music.

They're back

It's today...once again.
I know it won't be as good as it has been before, but still I feel I should go.:)



Every time I think of you it's like the last beat of my heart
The memory of leaving you is tearing me apart
No waves no tears no backward glance
But I'll always hold you dear
Never regret but I'll never forget
'Cos there's not enough heaven here

Hands across the ocean, reaching out for you
Across the waves, across the water
Hands, across the ocean

And every time I'm missing you I just can't let it show
And every time I want to cry I just can't let it go
all wine and song and masquerade and refuge holds me dear
Ribbons and lace and daisy chains
But there's not enough heaven here

Hands across the ocean, reaching out for you
Across the waves, across the water, reaching out for you
Hands across the ocean, reaching out for you
Across the waves, across the water
Hands, across the ocean

Bangles beads and lipstick games
And comfort holds me dear
Velvet and lace and perfumed sheets
But there's not enough heaven
Not enough heaven here

Hands across the ocean, reaching out for you
Across the waves, across the water, reaching out for you
Hands across the ocean, reaching out for you
Across the waves, across the water
Hands, across the ocean

How's Your Taste in Music?

Your Taste in Music:

80's Alternative: Highest Influence

80's Pop: High Influence

90's Alternative: Medium Influence

Adult Alternative: Low Influence

Dance: Low Influence

How's Your Taste in Music?

You, the only sense the world has ever made

It has been a year now and I am dedicating this to you.
I just hope you are as happy as I am.
I love you.


Last of the men in hats hops off the coil
And a final scene unfolds inside
Deep in the rain of sparks behind his brow
Is a part replayed from a perfect day
Teaching her how to whistle like a boy
Love's first blush

Chorus
Is this making sense?
What am I trying to say?
Early evening June
This room and a radio play
This I need to save
I choose my final thoughts today
Switching off with you

All the clocks give in
And the traffic fades
And the insects like a neon choir
The instant fizz
Connection made
And the curtains sigh
In time
With you

Chorus 2
You, the only sense the world has ever made
Early evening June
This room and radio play
This I need to save
I choose my final scene today
Switching off

Ran to ground for a while there
But I came off pretty well

Chorus 3
You, the only sense the world has ever made
This I need to save
A simple trinket locked away
I choose my final scene today
Switching off with you

Elbow - Switching Off

Come Undone

Yesterday I went to see Duran Duran with my mate for the first time in my life.
Great concert, the guys still rule.
Felt very very nostalgic and sad...I couldn't feel as happy as other people did...just the thought of 23 years having passed since they last toured Portugal made me think how quick time passes by without us noticing it.
The ageing process terrifies me.

They played all their hits (almost)...from Girls on Film to Planet Earth, just name it!:)
It was worth it.

Boys, what took you so long?


Mine, immaculate dream made breath and skin
I've been waiting for you
Signed with a home tattoo,
Happy birthday to you was created for you

Can't ever keep from falling apart
At the seams
Can't I believe you're taking my heart
To pieces

Oh, it'll take a little time,
Might take a little crime
To come undone now

We'll try to stay blind
To the hope and fear outside
Hey child, stay wilder than the wind
And blow me in to cry...

Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone?

Words, playing me deja vu,
Like a radio tune
I swear I've heard before
Chill, is it something real
Or the magic I'm feeding off your fingers

Can't ever keep from falling apart
At the seams
Can I believe you're taking my heart
To pieces

Lost, in a snow filled sky we'll make it alright
To come undone now...

Wishing

Feeling so anxious and afraid of the future.
Afraid that bad things will happen to me and not being able to react, to fight.
I have never been much of a fighter; I go down very easily.
I am down. I used to be happy on Fridays, but I don't feel that way anymore.
We used to go out, drink, dance, laugh, have fun...those days seem so far away...

Sometimes I wish I was someone else. I wish I had a more interesting life. When I read other people's blogs, they seem to lead such a fascinating life...I found a journal from a girl living in Denmark and it's so stupid, but I wish I had her life. Even with her panic attacks and anxieties, everything about her seems so interesting and glamourous...her social life, the places she goes to...
I know no one can live my life for me...I just wish I were happier, that's all...

I wish I were an artist. A writer or maybe a painter. I wish I was adored and loved.
Maybe I am, but lately I haven't felt like that.

My therapist told me that I have got an artist's soul. So why the hell can't I create anything? The only thing I do is feel, think, feel, think, feel, think...it is soooo tiring it hurts.

Back. I hope...

I have been away for soooo long...
I wish I could write every day.
I think a lot and feel too much, but it is very difficult for me to put all my emotions into words.
I am too lazy and definitely not disciplined enough to keep a blog.

I will give myself a second chance...