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For 'those' moments

Thursday, 31. August 2006, 13:40:10

Bonnie Tyler- Total Eclipse of the Heart

Turnaround, every now and then I get a
little bit lonely and you're never coming around
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes
Turnaround bright eyes
then I fall apart
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and
then I fall apart

Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit restless and I dream of something wild
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit helpless and I'm lying like a child in your arms
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit angry and I know I've got to get out and cry
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit terrified but then I see the look in your eyes
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and
then I fall apart
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and
then I fall apart

And I need you now tonight
And I need you more than ever
And if you'll only hold me tight
We'll be holding on forever
And we'll only be making it right
Cause we'll never be wrong together
We can take it to the end of the line
Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time
I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark
We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks
I really need you tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight

Once upon a time I was falling in love
But now I'm only falling apart
There's nothing I can do
A total eclipse of the heart
Once upon a time there was light in my life
But now there's only love in the dark
Nothing I can say
A total eclipse of the heart

Turnaround bright eyes
Turnaround bright eyes
Turnaround, every now and then I know
you'll never be the boy you always you wanted to be
Turnaround, every now and then I know
you'll always be the only boy who wanted me the way that I am
Turnaround, every now and then I know
there's no one in the universe as magical and wonderous as you
Turnaround, every now and then I know
there's nothing any better and there's nothing I just wouldn't do
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and
then I fall apart
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and
then I fall apart

And I need you now tonight
And I need you more than ever
And if you'll only hold me tight
We'll be holding on forever
And we'll only be making it right
Cause we'll never be wrong together
We can take it to the end of the line
Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time
I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark
We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks
I really need you tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight

Once upon a time I was falling in love
But now I'm only falling apart
There's nothing I can do
A total eclipse of the heart
Once upon a time there was light in my life
But now there's only love in the dark
Nothing I can say
A total eclipse of the heart

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The graveyard...

Monday, 10. April 2006, 20:30:52

emotion, irony

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Stupidity

Thursday, 16. March 2006, 21:13:33

emotion

I am a fool. It's official. I was so excited that I had managed to buy tickets to see the Subways that I must have missed the small print. In the post this morning the envelope containing the tickets arrived, my mum opened it and wondered aloud why there was only one ticket in there. I sprayed the water I had just been trying to drink everywhere, and spluttered "what?". I then ran upstairs to check the confirmation email which had details of the purchase, sure enough, it clearly said (twice) "Quantity: 1". ARRGGGHHH Why am I so foolish???? This means we only have one ticket to get into the Subways gig. There is no way I'm going to let Dani down. So, I'll have to get another ticket from somewhere. I feel so bad.

On the positive side, Al and I have been talking again, we spent an hour on the 'phone this evening, and although it was dotted with uncomfortable silences, it was an enjoyable conversation. I hope we learned a lot about each other, or rather, caught up a little more of the years we've missed. It's been four years since I saw him, that's a long time, particularly for teenagers. I can't wait to see him again. Talking to him reminds me of all the fun times we had, and of why we were such good friends. If primary school sudents are capeable of love, we were the prime examples of it. We had love in it's purest form; friendship. I posted a blog a few days ago, in which I questioned why love never lasts, but I think I made a mistake. With Al and I, love between friends has endured a four year split.

xx

P.s, I know this isn't written well, and I haven't kept my promise of posting regular [of the day]s but it's been an incredibly emotional week. I also haven't really been keeping up with friends blogs, apologies. I'll do my best to catch up soon. xx

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Childhood fantasies...faded away...

Monday, 6. March 2006, 21:29:31

emotion

Mood: reflective

Took the dog out in the garden this afternoon and happened to have the camera with me. While the dog was sniffing around I was looking, actually looking, at my garden for the first time in months. My eyes landed on the deserted wendy house in the corner. A lingering reminder of innocent days...

I remember when the playhouse was a dream come true, a palace in the sky, the witches castle, an "ale-carte" resturant... Summers spent in blissful ignorance.

This is the house. It's gotten a little beaten up over the years, what with weather, sports and lawnmowers (driven badly by brothers).

Taking this brought back memories, I can picture my friends and I playing with that 'cooker'. It prompted me to go back inside and look through the photo albums. A mistake, particularly when I was already in an emotional mood. I cried when I saw the pictures of my parents, you could clearly see the love in their faces. Why does love never last?

Then I saw photo's of my dad and I, that just made things worse. I normally tell myself that he doesn't think about me. He has a different life, a wife and a child. Why would he need me? But then I see things like that and I wonder if I'm wrong. In the picture I am sitting on his lap gazing up into his face with complete trust. Then I think of what life would be like if I tried to get back in touch. I feel like a charachter from Romeo and Juliet; conflict everywhere I look.

The end of the tunnel (2/8/2004)
This was one of my first poems. I started writing about six months after I last saw my dad. It's not written very well at all, but I think it catches the emotional conflictions I was attempting to describe before...

Come in from work, look me up and down,
Surveying me with a slight frown,
What's she said this time,
Searching your face for some sign,
Probably I'm rude,
And my language is crude,
Maybe I'm insensitive,
Too hard to live with,
Perhaps I should go,
Leave you and throw,
My love for you away,
Same as you did today.

But then, if I leave this place,
I bet you'd still give chase,
Why? I have no idea,
That's just the way you are,
I'll gamble my luck, like rolling a dice,
Come up to you both and try to be nice,
Then you'll tell me I'm fake,
Make me cry, tears form a lake,
Next I'll keep out your way,
Then I'll be 'spoiling your day',
Seems I can do nothing right,
But at the end of the tunnel, can I see some light?

xx

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