What would I want to do if this was my last week here?
I have no idea. So much to see to do to find to try... snapshots of everything and anything that I can possibly stuff into my mind or into a photo album of computer folder or blog. And it never really ends does it, the amount of things you hope to accomplish, the friendships you hope to develop further, the places you want to revisit...
I let the days go by like there are infinitely more to follow. Taking my chances that things will happen... that my wishes come true and my dreams turn to reality when i say hocus pocus locus mocus.
Guess, debate, wonder, if i should?
I could sit around and let these words consume my thoughts but
i can't wait for endings
so I pretend to pick my own.
Why, how, when, if I choose?
I could drive around in circles and feel all dizzy but
i can't live without answers
so I make up my own.
Enough, sure, convinced, if I will?
I could create a million reasons and weave a story but
it isn't the one I'd like to hear
so I ignore my own lies.
Streets of London. First heard it on karaoke, when they still still used videotapes and wired microphones. The lyrics to this song ain't about love or war or death, but hearing them evokes a reaction in me..... It's like there are these images you have of certain important times in your life that remind you how transient your life is... and this is the one song that sets off that reel in my mind and I watch those images flash on and off like a slideshow. Maybe its just the acoustic guitar strumming on a cold sleepy night.
When I walked out of the Harvard T today, I almost felt as though the frigid air was biting me and laughing at me. Then I remembered.. hahaha I have my Dunkin Donuts hot chocolate! The feeling of hot cocoa running down your throat as the icy breeze envelopes you is.... erm... quite shiok actually. I was thinking, so the cold isn't so bad after all cos if it was hot I wouldn't be appreciating my hot chocolate so much.
Home bound I am... in a couple of days. I'll be flying around as though a plane is a zipcar.
I have no idea. So much to see to do to find to try... snapshots of everything and anything that I can possibly stuff into my mind or into a photo album of computer folder or blog. And it never really ends does it, the amount of things you hope to accomplish, the friendships you hope to develop further, the places you want to revisit...
I let the days go by like there are infinitely more to follow. Taking my chances that things will happen... that my wishes come true and my dreams turn to reality when i say hocus pocus locus mocus.
Guess, debate, wonder, if i should?
I could sit around and let these words consume my thoughts but
i can't wait for endings
so I pretend to pick my own.
Why, how, when, if I choose?
I could drive around in circles and feel all dizzy but
i can't live without answers
so I make up my own.
Enough, sure, convinced, if I will?
I could create a million reasons and weave a story but
it isn't the one I'd like to hear
so I ignore my own lies.
Streets of London. First heard it on karaoke, when they still still used videotapes and wired microphones. The lyrics to this song ain't about love or war or death, but hearing them evokes a reaction in me..... It's like there are these images you have of certain important times in your life that remind you how transient your life is... and this is the one song that sets off that reel in my mind and I watch those images flash on and off like a slideshow. Maybe its just the acoustic guitar strumming on a cold sleepy night.
When I walked out of the Harvard T today, I almost felt as though the frigid air was biting me and laughing at me. Then I remembered.. hahaha I have my Dunkin Donuts hot chocolate! The feeling of hot cocoa running down your throat as the icy breeze envelopes you is.... erm... quite shiok actually. I was thinking, so the cold isn't so bad after all cos if it was hot I wouldn't be appreciating my hot chocolate so much.
Home bound I am... in a couple of days. I'll be flying around as though a plane is a zipcar.
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