unwritten

Monday, August 27, 2007

all good things must come to an end, and as i embrace the life of a mid-20 urbanite, i might as well pick a new theme song.. last year, it was "Real" by Plumb (Look at me, I'm 23, beautiful, a sight to see tonight) but this time around, i choose UNWRITTEN by Natasha Bedingfield. 

 

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, oh, oh

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
 

Isn't it just perfect?!?

deja vu all over again

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

 

just when i thought i had actually out-grown it, it seems like i'm even farther from where i started.

 

 i'd like to believe that everyone goes through it either when people turn 18 or hit the big 2-0. i know i did. it was a really tough time for me that i even labeled october 9 as my death day anniversary and never in my life have i been more destructive. the year was 2004.

 

i never thought i'd be one of those people who would suffer severely from Peter Pan syndrome. i didn't want to grow up and i still don't. and every year, since that fateful event, i would always be late for work (or i wouldn't go to work at all), i wouldn't mind if my room looks like little Payatas, i would be a total biatch to everyone (not to mention, extra crappy) and i would hangout at Starbucks, or at the cinema, or anywhere alone. for three consecutive years, i would always sink into the lowest of lows every third quarter of the year that i thought 2006 would be the last. and just when i thought i had actually out-grown the fantasy of being a kid forever, it seems like i'm even farther from where i started.

 

 i was just watching "Georgia Rule" (Lindsay Lohan, Felicity Huffman, and Jane Fonda) the other day and i haven't stopped thinking about it since then. euphemistically speaking, Rachel (Lindsay Lohan) is a free-spirit. truth is, she's a lost soul trying to find her way home. i remember her saying that she doesn't really care about the sex but what she really wants is to be held. and maybe that's exactly what the world needs - to be held (or touched) - so we can finally say that we are, indeed, home. but then again, maybe it's just me…