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I want a Sunday kind of love~
Goodniiiight, my loooove, the tiiired old moon is dee-sceeending~
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God, I haven’t listened to this song in ages. I love it.
It used to help me sleep last year, just playing it on my phone or replaying the lyrics in my head.
I wish more people listened to this stuff, still. It’s golden, honest, and…I think what they sing about is real and honest love. Untainted.It’s purest form, whether mutual or unrequited.
Anyway, here’s Ella Fitzgerald, The First Lady of Song.
Sigh. This song never fails to bring a tear to my eye. I absolutely love this man.
Trust Me - Janis Joplin
This song has been stuck in my head all day.
It’s currently snowing outside with a very cool and slow breeze. The sky is dark and cloudy, with just speckles of glowing yellow bulbs throughout the landscape, indicating where the streets run. And then…This eternal blackness where Lake Michigan begins. It’s a wonderful contrast.
So, Janis’ voice will serve as the soundtrack to my evening. I hope she can serenade you for part of your evening, too.
Took a nap cause I was kinda feeling off. Woke up, still feeling it. Grabbed some ice cream in Luis flower cup. Looked at some Victoria’s Secret catalogues with Erin. Talked about girl things.
Sometimes you need to embrace that blubbery ice-cream-eating, chick-flick-watching, bathrobe-wearing, make-up-smudged, cuddle-on-the-couch, girls-only type of girl stereotype, no matter how icky and exclusive it feels sometimes. It’s mindless, and you need that.
(January 25, 1938 – January 20, 2012)
Miss Etta James, your timeless voice carried over the years with a golden quality, teaching me classic love and a raspy blues throughout my life. You were the last of the living legends, and will be missed.
At last, you may rest in peace.
Cry Like A Rainy Day - Etta James (Love’s Been Rough On Me)
“Artist Sandro Kopp paints his models via Skype using a webcam, and combines traditional art with modern technology.”
This is something that I started doing last summer over Skype with my friends, but I made pencil and ink portraits instead.
Singer Etta James released from hospital last Thursday
“James, 73, was hospitalized two weeks, battling the final stages of terminal leukemia and suffering from dementia…”
This really breaks my heart.
I think, perhaps, today is for Janis’ blues.
Sorry for the inactivity lately, everyone.
As some of you may know, I spent the last week in Atlanta and Miami. I met up with some of the greatest people I know, and spent the New Year with them. We pulled a bunch of crazy antics, sang and ate everything, shared laughs and endured tears. Those days all seem like they were forever ago, but at the time seemed like we had been together for a much, much longer time. It was amazing.
I felt so comfortable with them, and…It felt like for once, everything was right and meant to be. Seeing them was something that was meant to happen, and my little online world became real. It became something physical, and I wanted to be around them all the time. No more of this home body, glued to the computer business. I was with them 24/7, and I enjoyed every second of it. I wanted more.
Eh.
Now I’m in North Carolina with my sister, and I’m missing their company and comfort, dearly. Talking to them online again just feels weird and sad. Empty, almost. But hopefully, I’ll see them again soon, and I’ll be full of these wonderful feelings again.
I’m not articulating very well, so here’s a picture of us being HATERS GONNA HATE.
After my flight was delayed literally 5 times, having an engine failure, and some prolonged descending time, I finally arrived in Georgia and met up with my friends. We drove two hours back to Sabs’ house and now we’re staying the night. I’m awake cause I couldn’t sleep and my brain was exploding with thoughts.
After spending only a few hours with these people, I feel so comfortable with them. It’s ridiculous. I feel like they’re friends from back home in Singapore, friends I’ve known in person for my life, and…generally, people I’m really comfortable with in a social setting. Sure, there are still some awkward bubbles, but those will pass.
Tomorrow, we’re headed to Dave’s place. And I’m am BALLS excited to see him, as we all are.
Here’s a picture of when I landed. It’s Will and Casey with me.
Listen up, ya’ll, cause this is it, the beat th—
No, just kidding.
I’m flying out to Georgia tomorrow.
That is all.