as i drift into sleep

Will you be there in my dreams?

Do you lay your head comfortably in your bed now?

Do you want me to be by your side, to be woken up to?

Do you think of what we ever did? And on how good I looked at that moment?

Do you even think of me?

LJ listens...

the bossanova version of "Over the Rainbow".

Somewhere over the rainbow/blue birds fly

Darn, this part always made me think of blue taxis flying around, with rainbows as the background and Dorothy inside one.

the highway

I dream of higways. Like, a lot.

Lately i have been dreaming of going on a solo backpacking trip, somewhere in a land of grassy open fields. I got tired and found a bridge as a shelter. A bridge was never meant to be a proper shelter for a girl. They were meant for beggars. Criminals. outcast. Definitely not me on a bacpacking trip. Yet somehow I did not mind. Though I tried hard to convince myself that I would not mind, my body willing moved to the place under the bridge, and allow itself to rest. My mind was weary and wandering, and my sleep was uneasy. Then I woke up feeling even more restless, considering the fact that Kurt Cobain used to live under a bridge, and I found too much similarities between me and him already (the emotional pain, esp.).

--> it's amazing how people of different time and place with no relation at all could have a similar life. I think it happens a lot. Somehow I began to think that it's just how fate works. There is this pattern that we can trace. So, there's no need to worry.

Then there was my first highway-related dream. I don't think I need to recall it here. I can only say that, I began to believe in premonitory dreams and out-of-body experiences after I had this one...

My conclusion was that these highway bridges was meant to represent changes... the position of the bridges,my approaches to those bridges, my locations...

Change is near. Indeed.

He moved closer and twisted his tongue inside her.

As pleasureable as it could be, she felt uncomfortable. For she did not expect this to happen. For she did not she him that way anymore.

Yet she cannot denied that somewhere, deep in her heart, she need a hug. And maybe a kiss or two. And someone to spend her lonely nights with.

And nobody is better in doing this job than him.

Whose his warm hugs she used to rejoice when she was younger. Whose laughter she still misses in her dull days.

And whose sad face she can't help but to wipe away.

So she chose to accept the kiss anyway, and let herself fell into his hug.

LJ saw...

On a window of a Metro Mini on her way to campus...

"SEMENTARA BIARKAN BEGINI"

Too bad she didn't have her camera with her at the moment.

XD

LJ's Mental Playlists

Since I don't have an iPod, I've developed a mental habit of humming into the songs which I could relate my current mood to (sounds thifty? very Yamada Taro-like? well, I've never said no. But thank Heaven for my Blackberry), esp. on my way to campus. Here are some of the songs that happened to pass by this week:

-Substitute for Love, by Madonna
-Candy Perfume Girl, also by Madonna
-Shanti/Ashtangi, again by Madonna. Basically stuffs from her Ray of Light album. It's fantastic.
-When you believe, Mariah Carey and Whitney Houston. Fave karaoke song.
-Hey Jude, The Beatles.
-Freak on a Leash, KoRn, MTv Unplgged version. Beautiful. Check out how powerful the instruments were. The strings arrangement was like, wow. Dunno that u can do that with KoRn's songs. This song makes me think of Akira from my fanfic I'm with the Band!, cuz it's like, musically strong. Like him.

LJ wakes up to... a Marron 5 morning

"Sunday morning, the rain is falling."
-Maroon 5, Sunday Morning, Songs about Jane

It's cool to wake up to an easy, breezy weekend when the weather would make me think of my Wonderland, where Ginji lived and would wake up to a nice Tokyo morning, with the rain and stuffs. Though it's not so cool anymore now that I've found out that my sister had wet the bed last nite (grow up, kid, grow up!).

But I don't mind menial chores (sometimes, when nothing discriminating involved -as in gender-wise). It gave me some unique sense of independence, as if I can do anything with my own hands, without having to rely on the help of housemaids (or in the case of my auntie's house, the houseman, which happened to be called Maman).

As far as i know, the day would be filled with BBQing (this is why I love my uncle so much. And why I really like this household, compared to the old one I usd to lived in. There's so much life and party to it). And I've sent a job application to my former senior, who is resigning from hers. Wishing for luck!