The time is never right....

Muisc: “Double Vision” by Foreigner, now playing “Spellbinder”

Mood: ...well, it’s Wednesday night and I’m so tired and down.... bleh.

In my glass: Syrah

...Pff.... still working... and I think 3 more hours to go... Yikes!!

Now I’m here only for a moment because I just want to... well, ... “scream” something (but I can’t... :’( )

(__________________________!!!!!!!! Do you hear me, Mr.__?????... ...*sigh* No, of course not....)

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I Have Waited So Long

(Foreigner)

I have waited oh, so long

Please don't tell me baby I was wrong

Dreaming of you every night

Holding back until the time was right

I've counted the days, day after day

Since we've been apart

Now I've found my way, I've found my way

Right back to your heart

I've been searching for you every where

Calling you, but you were never there

Seeking in the dark of night

Hoping one day you would shine a light

I've counted each day, day after day

Since we've been apart

Now I've found my way, I've found my way

Right back to your heart

I have waited oh, so long

Please don't tell me baby I was wrong

Dreaming of you every night, every night, every night

Holding back until the time was right

Ooh, I have waited so long

Aah, don't tell me I was wrong

I dream of you, I'm dreaming of you baby

Don't go away

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written by Mick Jones

“It’s your garden...”

Music: Playlist L, right now “Love Walked In” by Thunder

Mood: ...yo-yo...

In my glass: Nero d’Avola

Found a text message from A. last night (ahem... 4:30 this morning) when I was going to bed, that he’d have a gig on Sunday (yep, today) afternoon. Ah, nice! It’s been such a loooooong time since my last concert/gig. Yay, photos, photos!!

Er.... then, today I came home without photos of the gig. My goodness. What’s happened to me???? Well, I can explain :P

It was just much, much, much tooooooo crowded. They played at a small café and when I arrived at the venue - I wasn’t late at all!! - it was, oh boy, really packed! For a moment I even thought I’d better go home.

Well, alright. I decided to stay for the first set to say hi to A. Then I met a few people I know and had some nice chat. Ya, I had a good time there :)

That’s something I seldom do - going to a café (or anywhere) on my own (ok, today it was not strictly “alone” cos I was expecting to see A. there of course). I think I should do that more often.

Er... wait, today’s title... “It’s your garden...”

Ya, right, so, my garden is really a mess right now. After a year-and-more long negligence (er...no, no, no! I was away for almost half a year, remember??) it looks/is really like a jungle. Once I was an enthusiastic (though I wouldn’t say “good”) gardener, watching all those gardening programmes on TV and such.

Now, when I look at that massive green (and yellow of the dandelions) I don’t know where I should start, I feel so depressed.

*Sigh*. RRRRRRRIGHT. I promised to myself to go in “my garden” every day even if it’s only for 5 minutes. Even if only to stand or sit there.

It’s a mess but it’s my garden.

Er.. well, what I actually wanted to quote was: “Don’t listen to your neighbours. It’s your garden.”

By the way, my beighbours (on both sides) have beautiful gardens, very tidy. :(

(Ach, but it’s not what I want, a tidy garden)

OK. Fox woke up. Feeding and walking time. Then I’ll make some nice hot tea for myself.

:)

Tune now playing: “Fall At Your Feet” by Jesse Cook

(ah... )

Wishing....

Music: Playlist L, right now playing “Tell Me Lover” by Vince Gill

Mood: wishing

In my glass: Cabernet Sauvignon

Today’s fragrance: Summer HIll

Had a serious plan this morning to attend a “walk-in-consulting” (??)

Um.. I’m so, so, so... too tired for that. I will next week. (Oops.., I need to start adjusting my day-night pattern NOW).

I have many things I WANT to do... but, oh my, even more things that I MUST do...

Wishing you were here.

Tune now playing: "Like A Satellite" by Thunder

Er... sorry, what?

Music: Playlist “Top rated”, right now playing “Catch Up To Me” by RK

Mood: complicated

In my glass: Chardonnay

Fragrance: Sonoma Valley

....So, he says: “I was flirting with you at that party, but you didn’t even notice that, did you?”.

Huh??? Er ....No, I, indeed, didn’t.

I mean... What? Who? What? Me? You? WHAT?????

Er.... ??????

Hm...

Music now playing: “Love Walked In” by Thunder

(but Love Would Not Walk In... I should know by now that it’s a “no-no” when it’s only me who... er... :’( )

...It takes two to...

Music: Havana Café, right now playing “Me Gusta La Rumba”/by Orquesta Cubaztecas

Mood: *sigh*

In my glass: Cabernet Sauvignon

Well, they say it takes two to tango.

...Hm... you can’t rumba alone, either, can you?

...So I change the music.

“Lagrimas de Oro” by Manu Chao

(or can they be “rojo”? I think tears are more wine-coloured than gold...)

Spring-sprang-shattered

Music: Playilst L, right now playing: “Lie To Me” by RK

Mood: ..bbbbwwwaaaoh...

In my glass: herbal tea (“Tension Tamer”)

Woke up, checked emails and found out that the meeting had been cancelled.

Hm... ok,... well, probably I should have got up right away but I crawled back to bed instead... “Just another hour...”.

Ooops... it was already dark when I finally woke up. Gees. I think I have then slept for something like 13 hours in total... or more. Ah, but, I really needed it, yes... really. It was after 4 this morning when I finally finished my work for the night. And then.. always the same, I was so, so, so tired and sleepy but couldn’t (for 60% “could not”, for 40% “did not want to”) sleep

And now, I hope this Tension Tamer can tame my tension so I can sleep well tonight - hopefully in a couple of hours.

Wish I could do magic.. knew a trick or two.

But alas, all I know and I can is going straight. ...And then hit my head on the wall :s

The weatherman says it’s going to be a real nice warm Spring day tomorrow. Really?

Song now playing: “Bleeding Love” by The Baseballs

(..and then, while I'm editing this post: "I Promise I Will" by Wilson Hawk)

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Bleeding Love

(The Baseballs, originally by Leona Lewis)

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

But something happened

For the very first time with you

My heart melts into the ground

Found something true

And everyone's looking round

Thinking I'm going crazy

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

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 the goal

Is to keep me from falling

But nothing's greater than the risk

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

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

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written by Jesse McCartney/Ryan Tedder