Life for Rent...
Posted in My OST

it's just a thought...

been looking for a song to describe, or at least try to approximate what's going on in my life right now. not really in a talking mood, most of the time i just sit in front of the computer and work til i'm numb or read til I fall asleep with the lights on.

am neither sad nor miserable, but i wouldn't call myself blissfully happy either... but no, i am not complaining. i have no right to.

Feeling Old...
Posted in Love and other Disasters, My OST

I'm feeling older than I actually I am... and because of that here are two songs inked way before I was born, but were remade, revived and up to this time, still speak for themselves. You may click on the links to listen/watch. 

 

She's Not There

by the Zombies

Well, no one told me about her
The way she lied
Well, no one told me about her
How many people cried

Well, it’s too late to say you’re sorry
How would I know, why should I care
Please don’t bother trying to find her
She’s not there...oh oh oh

Nobody told me about her
What could I do
Well, nobody told me about her
Though they all knew

Well, it’s too late to say you’re sorry
How would I know, why should I care
Please don’t bother trying to find her
She’s not there....

Well, let me tell you about the way she looked
The way she acted, the color of her hair
Her voice is soft and cool
Her eyes are clear and bright
But she’s not there...

 

Walk Away Renee

by Left Banke

And when I see the sign that points one way
The lot we used to pass by every day

Just walk away Renee
You won't see me follow you back home
The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same
You're not to blame

From deep inside the tears that I'm forced to cry
From deep inside the pain that I chose to hide

Just walk away Renee
You won't see me follow you back home
Now as the rain beats down upon my weary eyes
For me it cries

[Flute]

Just walk away Renee
You won't see me follow you back home
Now as the rain beats down upon my weary eyes
For me it cries

Your name and mine inside a heart upon a wall
Still finds a way to haunt me, though they're so small

Just walk away Renee
You won't see me follow you back home
The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same
You're not to blame

Samantha Jones Syndrome
Posted in Love and other Disasters



Samantha Jones may be my least favorite character in Sex and the City, but it was from her that I learned the most. At some point, a woman needs to be selfish in order to preserve whatever dignity she has in her.

When Samantha's bed-hopping character falls for the gigolo Richard, she just couldn't handle the emotional toll. She turned into this paranoid, stalking, overly emotional and co-dependent bitch -- which is about the general description for any woman who's madly in love..

Her breaking point came after running several flights of stairs to their hotel suite in pearl thongs. Samantha suspected that Richard was doing the hot chamber maid in the posh Vegas hotel. She was wrong, or , maybe just a bit early in her badly limping entrance.

But the point she made was simple - Richard was never going to change and she couldn't afford the emotional and mental torture their odd relationship was causing her.

Sounds all too familiar.

At least Samantha could hold her head high and say she tried. That she held on as best she could and that she gave a good fight. Some people would call her a coward for choosing the easy way out, but I think otherwise.

In the scary world of pseudo relationships, the first one to step out of the revolving door is the bravest of them all.

Let's Start it Right!
Posted in Angel 24/7





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