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Lomo-fying on one Sunday afternoon....
Sitting by the pool on a Saturday morning and listening to Bleeding Love, only the version I had is not by Leona Lewis. Then again, it still gave me the same effect every time I listen to it. Some might relate to the song. Some don't. I am sooo hooked.
"Closed off from love
I didn't need the pain
Once or twice was enough
And it was all in vain
Time starts to pass
Before you know it you're frozen
Ooooh...
But something happened
For the very first time with you
My heart melted into the ground
Found something true
And everyone's looking 'round
Thinking I'm going crazy
Chorus:
But I don't care what they say
I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don't know the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open
Oooh, oooh...
Trying hard not to hear
But they talk so loud
Their piercing sounds fill my ears
Try to fill me with doubt
Yet I know that their goal
Is to keep me from falling
Hey, yeah!
But nothing's greater
Than the rush that comes with your embrace
And in this world of loneliness
I see your face
Yet everyone around me
Thinks that I'm going crazy
Maybe, maybe
Chorus:
But I don't care what they say
I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don't know the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open
And it's draining all of me
Oh they find it hard to believe
I'll be wearing these scars
For everyone to see
I don't care what they say
I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don't know the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love"
Lindsay-feeling-sentimental-on-Saturday-morning
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The usual activities of a Saatician... | | |
| So here I am typing on my office lap top. Finally got one. Am I happy? Well, what can I say. It's pretty.. big... it's like a mini flat screen TV. It gets the job done. In fact, it gets the job done even when i'm not on the job. Meaning the lap top now has given me reasons to work away from the office vicinty. Convenient but more responsibility. It's been officially 2 weeks with my new, old but new to me toy. I am getting more tech-like as the days go by. I recently adopted a new phone. And a personal lap top. Too much in such short period of time for a non-tech person like me. But I am slowly but surely enjoying the benefits it brings. I get to check emails at odd hours. I get to reply my emails. I get to work from La Bodega and sip Lattes at breakfast. Now again.. what were those benefits again? Pls tell me. Ah yes. I left work early yesterday. 5:35pm is very early for me. Today I would like to do similar, if permited. It's a quiet day. The bosses are away. The team is not in. I am but alone. I ahve doen what I needed to for the day. I should be able to go home if I wanted to. It kills me that everytime I come into this blog site, I just want to rant about something. And usually something work like related. Could he be right when he said that we are linked by a superficial relationship called 'work'. Or what is the right term for it... 'office politics'? Gosh, am not sure myself, but it could be the only thing that links one to the other. This is just me again and my randomness. -donna- | | |
| Human being is a weird species. We are never satisfy with what we want and constantly look out for challenges.
Why do we always want what we couldn't have? Why do we always strive for things that is impossible to achieve?
Why is it that whenever we have what we always wanted, we always take things for granted? Is it so difficult to be contented to what we have in life?
Sometimes I am amazed by myself on how constantly I put myself into a state of confusion. How constantly I cross the boundary so often in pushing myself to see how far I can go. And yet most of the time when I actually go too far it scares me and pull me back into reality. That's when reality bites and it is always a disappointment because neither I will find what I am looking for, or it's actually never believable.
Lets talk about perfection. Perfection in life, career, relationship and friendship. Does all these things exist? I always believe perfection in all aspect of life are somewhere out there. It is just that most of us do not believe in the perfection of anything. On being in the perfect advertising agency, on a great account, a great suit, a great portfolio.... On having the perfect partner that love us unconditional and shares the same dream and vision in life..... On being surrounded with the perfect group of friends that understand each other and always there for each other when the world gets gloomy..... So what's perfection. A question I so asked myself recently because it just feel like I am warping myself into a mind zone and doesn't believe on it anymore. I have never feel so negative and confuse in a long time. I have never feel so tired and annoyed by so many things that's happening at the same time.
So the question, am I going mad or the world is insane?
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| Have it ever occur to you there’s an expiry date on happiness?
You ever feel that your happiness is spreading thin as the week wears off?
And you actually feel that there are times that you sighs more than you smile?
Of late I have been feeling rather gloomy at work, about work or things around work. I seem to be annoyed by the slightest thing around me. My patience just seems to be wearing thin.
I tried taking a step back and evaluating the situation. Perhaps I am just grumpy, perhaps it is just one of those bad bad day or perhaps there are too many stupid people around me.
But, guess I am wrong. I think there’s indeed expiry date on happiness at work. Mine is expiring soon.
And I think I should either can it, dump it or revive that emotion soon before it gets really bad.
Sighs.
Lindsay-trying-to-beat-Monday-blues.
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