bittersweet memories,
that is all i'm taking with me.
so, goodbye. please, don't cry.
we both know i'm not what you need.

i hope life treats you kind,
and i hope you have all you've dreamed of,
and i wish to you, joy and happiness.
but above all this, i wish you love.

and i will always love you.
i will always, always love you.

it feels oddly surreal sitting here on a sunday night, when the rest of the world are setting their alarm clocks, preparing to step out into the light and take on the new year. i'm certainly not complaining, but 12 years does make a habit out of you. i should say this is a well deserved break. i'm soaking up every moment, before my time comes, and the moments are gone. it feels strange not to have the burden and anticipation of tomorrow. no first day of school, no familiar faces and certainly no more bullshit, for now. i think nostalgia has a really bad sense of timing, consuming the right people at the wrong time. slightly under a month left, and on the brink of a new reality. somehow can't help feeling like it's my last night, only to wake up to an unfamiliar ringing, not of alarms but of silence. and a premature ending is called for, before the words take me to places i'd rather not be right now.

what do a mulatto, an albino, a mosquito and his libido have in common?

first post of 2010!

i hereby officially declare "You Get What You Give" by New Radicals, as the official anthem of the new decade, and as a matter of fact, every decade to come. there is simply no better song to welcome the new year. on that note (however completely irrelevant), phuket baby! 9 days and counting. we'll miss you pern, and this one goes out to you.

Wake up kids, we've got the dreamers disease.
Age fourteen, they got you down on your knees.
So polite, we're busy still saying please.

Frienemies, who when you're down ain't your friend.
Every night we smash their mercedes benz.
First we run and then we laugh 'till we cry.

But when the night is falling,
and you cannot find the light.
You feel your dreams are dying,
hold tight.

You've got the music in you.
Don't let go.
You've got the music in you.
One dance left.
This world is gonna pull through.
Don't give up.
You've got a reason to live.
Can't forget we only get what we give.

Four a.m. we ran a miracle mile.
We're flat broke but hey we do it in style.
The bad rich, God's flying in for your trial.

But when the night is falling,
and you cannot find a friend.
You feel your tree is breaking,
just bend.

This whole damn world can fall apart,
you'll be ok, follow your heart.
You're in harms way I'm right behind,
now say you're mine.