a little little bit better...

mushy tiem!

I love the band called Plumb and I've been listening to their songs again. Boy,high school seems so yesterday! Now as I listened to the track "Damaged", it reminded me of a friend who was sexually abused when she was a kid. It's just heartbreaking to know that that kind of horrific thing happened to someone so close to you. I am actually drawing a piece that's inspired by this song. I don't think I'm gonna show it to my friend, but yeah, I'll post it here when it's done.

♪ Damaged - Plumb [link] ♪

Dreaming comes so easily
Cause it's all that I've known
True love is a fairytale
I'm damaged, so how would I know?

I'm scared and I'm alone
I'm shamed and I need for you to know

I didn't say all the things that I wanted to say
And you can't take back what you've taken away
Cause I feel you, I feel you near me
I didn't say all the things that I wanted to say
And you can't take back what you've taken away
Cause I feel you, I feel you near me

Healing comes so painfully
And it chills to the bone
Won't let anyone get close to me
I'm damaged, as I'm sure you know

I'm scared and I'm alone
I'm shamed and I need for you to know

I didn't say all the things that I wanted to say
And you can't take back what you've taken away
Cause I feel you, I feel you near me
I didn't say all the things that I wanted to say
And you can't take back what you've taken away
Cause I feel you, I feel you near me

There's only for my soul
And undo this fear
Forgiveness for a man
Who was stronger
I was just a little girl
But I can't look back

I didn't say all the things that I wanted to say
And you can't take back what you've taken away
Cause I feel you, I feel you near me
I didn't say all the things that I wanted to say
And you can't take back what you've taken away
Cause I feel you, I feel you near me

Can't go back...
I must go on...

It tastes sweet and sometimes bitter. Sometimes it taste bittersweet altogether. Sometimes it's milky, sometimes it's chewy, sometimes it's filled with love and strawberry. Oh wait, this sounds like rhymed poetry!

Like Mary See's [link] confection business, February must have seen the world with the ant's eye view. *I want to eat you sweetie! quality without compromise* Then again, I could only wonder what February thinks. I once said "I never liked February for 23 years". Oh well, people change in time. When things happen, people change for better or for worse ( though some stubbornly don't). I guess the 23 years spell was broken. I kinda like February now. I love November than any other months, though.

I'm not really into chocolates but I like the dark ones. It tastes bitter but Oh so good. Just like February.


Ooops! No more chocolates in my See's box.

May cupid hit your head. Happy Heart's day peeps!

Yeah.

To answer those who sent me ( love) messages-- ( makes me wonder what makes you guys check my page when it's nothing but crap. o how modest! iknorite?) I will post real stuff soon. SOON.
Kinda side tracked with some gigs and rehearsals for a benefit concert rockin' next month.
Also, I caught a a heavy sneeze.

See ya on the flipside! :*


xoxo

I rarely remember my dreams but this past week was kind of weird. I remember all of them. I dreamt of a ginormous tanker ship -- formed like an iceberg tanker ship, A train that travels in the sea, a former lover ( haha ) vagina shaved in public ( you can guess who it was)I also remember joking around about a text message from a girl saying "Busy or you just don't want to communicate?"... then a man so familiar was yelling at me inside the car shaking my upper body like I'm a lifeless doll--He yelled at me so hard I can still remember every word that he said. "if this is your kind of joke, it is not fucking funny! NOT FUNNY! Wake up, please! WAKE UP!!!" ...

Then he handed me a cold water to drink. I could barely move. My neck's a bit stiff. And my left part of the head hurts like hell.

Baby, we're going to the hospital. I asked him why. He said, "you don't remember?"


I asked myself " Did I pass out? "

*sigh* I don't want an MRI again.



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these dreams go on when I close my eyes. every second of the night I live another life.