Tuesday, December 15, 2009

JACK JOHNSON is god.. almost,

I love this song. Absolutely love it!

There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing
But I can try for your heart,
our dreams, and they are made out of real things
like a shoebox of photographs
with sepia-toned loving
Love is the answer
at least for most of the questions in my heart, like
Why are we here? And where do we go?
And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and
sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together

Mmmm, It's always better when we're together
Yeah we'll look at the stars and we're together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah it's always better when we're together

And all of these moments
just might find their way into my dreams tonight,
But I know that they’ll be gone
when the morning light sings
and brings new things
for tomorrow night you see
that they’ll be gone too,
too many things I have to do
But if all of these dreams might find their way
into my day to day scene
I'd be under the impression
i was somewhere in between
With only two,
Just me and you,
Not so many things we got to do
or places we got to be
We'll sit beneath the mango tree, now,

Yeah It's always better when we're together
Mmmm, we're somewhere in between together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, it's always better when we're together

[MmmMmmmmMmm, Mmm MMmmM]

I believe in memories
they look so, so pretty when I sleep
Hey now, and when I wake up,
you look so pretty sleeping next to me
But there is not enough time,
There is no, no song I could sing
and there is no combination of words I could say
but I will still tell you one thing
We're Better together

Waiting for my eco consult...

I'm sitting outside the fifth year classroom. And I remembered what Asma had told me about one of her blogs being a private blog. And it struck me, that so many times, when I've wanted to write something, but haven't been able to pen it down/type it down because I was scared of who would read it. A private blog struck me as the perfect thing. SO, I've made this my PRIVATE blog. My journal- type- thing. And theank god for that. It gives me some privacy, somethign that is very hard to come by these days.

Must work right now. I effectively have only ONE day to finish my pol sci project. Must give in a good one. Will blog later.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Socks with sheep on them...

Yes, this post is called 'socks with sheep on them', orecisely because at this very moment I'm lying in bed, all wrapped and warm and wearing my lovely blue socks with sheep on them (they really are very cute).

Firstly, apologies. I should've written more often. But I think I was waiting for something worth talking about to happen. My life is sad. It consists of projects, classes, lunch and the library. That's IT! But tonight changed all that.

I went for a walk with a really good friend. ANd suddenly, while outside Gate 2, she suddenly pulls me, saying, "We need to go", and starts running wildly towards her hostel. So I follow. And we run to the terrace, and voila, a whole slew of shooting stars. Of course, HALF of Law School was there. But that didn;t really matter, because for that brief period of time, it felt like we all belonged. And then they all left. And it was me and Asma. And we just lay there on the terrace looking up at the sky, talking about things in general. And we saw the most amazing shooting stars. But that wasn't the best part. I cleared my head about a lot of things, had a real good heart- to- heart and witnessed exactly how beatiful the sky can be.

And it took a meteor shower to bring me to the terrace to realise and appreciate the beauty of something I see every night. It was surreal, and the best part is, after such a crappy day, this was exactly the kind of thing I needed to end the day.

Well, I really need to sleep. I have a project to write. Or two. I ideally shouldn't have gone to the terrace. But I'm GLAD I did, because there are some things that can't be taught in textbooks, and some experiences that can be witnessed in the classroom. And I just had another lesson in life.

Goodnight (goodmorning actually),
Much love.