here's to dreamers

"We all need somebody to look at us. We can be divided into four categories according to the kind of look we wish to live under. The first category longs for the look of an infinite number of anonymous eyes, in other words, for the look of the public...
The second category is made up of people who have a vital need to be looked at by many known eyes. They are the tireless hosts of cocktail parties and dinners...
Then there is the third category, the category of people who need to be constantly before the eyes of the person they love. Their situation is as dangerous as the situation of people in the first category. One day the eyes of their beloved will close, and the room will go dark..
And finally there is the fourth category, the rarest, the category of people who live in the imaginary eyes of those who are not present. They are the dreamers."

milan kundera (from the unbearable lightness of being)
great pictures etc found here

blue thursday?

funk.
no clear reason or cause as to why. just its there. latantly lurking in the background.
funk patch.
poop.

silly, selfish and probably mean, but it makes me feel better that other people are experiencing it too. maybe funk is pervasive? infectious?

"I'm hoping by end-week, this horrible funk will have dissipated. Because nothing in life is as good or as bad as it seems. And I really prefer being a cheerful bitch."

too true. maybe its just month end blues? ive only been at work 3 days this week (and barely productive at that) and have been chilling blishfully at home, pleasant times, fuelling life with far too much coffee and wine, but still in funk.

fuck off funk. that arsehole.

story people

Clear Choice

I read somewhere that if given a choice between sex & peace of mind, she said, most people would choose peace. Personally, I said, I do fine with a little anxiety.

story people

If I ran the world, he told me, I'd pretty much leave it alone & spend my time reading & I'd advise other people to do the same. Which is why I'll probably never run the world, he said.

funny, rad band

I see you nearly everyday.
I see you, but you don't see me.
I wish I had something clever to say.
And I wish I had something better I could be.

We touched hands by the coffee machine the other day.
I know you've forgotten already,
But I'm gonna take that moment to the grave.
To the grave.

Cuz I just wanna walk you home.
I just wanna walk you home.
Oh, yea.

I see you nearly every night.
I see you when you're down in your house.
With my night vision binoculars
I creep quiet as a mouse.

And I get chillers when I see you stroking his hair.
But it's okay, I tell myself becuase I know
It's only cuz I'm not there.
I'm not there.

Cuz I just wanna walk you home.
I just wanna walk you home.
Well I just need some time alone.
I just need some time alone.

I'm the boy who watches the phone.
I'm the boy who eats lunch on his own.
I'm the boy with the monotone.
I'm the boy who still lives at home.

I'm the boy with the iron shirt.
I'm the boy who watches you work.
I know where you keep your skirts.
I know where your secrets hurt.
From http://6lyrics.com

I'm the boy that's calling your house.
I'm the boy that's freaking you out.
With my curly frost go-tee.
Up there in your nieghbor's tree.

I'm the boy that's crossing boarders.
I'm the boy with social disorders.
I'm the boy with restraining orders.
I'm the boy, yeah.

Cuz I just wanna walk you home.
I just wanna walk you home.
And I know that's it not right to creep.
But I just wanna watch you sleep alone.

Cuz I just wanna walk you home.
I just wanna walk you home.

'night vision binoculars' - by passenger.

borrie's future imaginary wife.

this arose from a friend noticing a weird name in a forwarded email. too funny. created our own little fantasy land several emails later.

Maybe Chantess Wiggill is Borrie’s ideal match?

26. 01.71. 50kg. Auburn hair. green eyes. Size 7 shoe.

She apparently inherited some “old” money (but details are sketchy as there is no blue blood Wiggills on record) she wears Vivian Westwood, she drives a pristine black 1990 Golf GTI that stinks of cigars...she hates smoking and does yoga six times a week...but drinks gin and champagne daily...although she studied Commerce and have honours in Psychology she works sporadically in the film and TV industry as a style consultant, she is also rumoured to be on a record label retainer as a “supplier”. Favourite food is ‘n boerie roll (not Borrie Roll...that is a very private joke). She can fart and burp at the same time, like a goat. Her favourite colour is turquoise. People in the know will tell you she is connected to a famous Bunny Chow place in Pinetown by birthright. Although she despises her re-born mother and father their money is apparently welcome. Her brother is an demining engineer in Africa. Due to a vaginal “oddity” she will never have children, she spent six months in Ethiopia to process her anger and hurt. She prefers to be on top. Her ex-lovers are fiercely loyal but prefer not to remain friends. She knits. Her parrot is called Sebastian.

dance, dance, dance.

let's celebrate the irony- everything is going wrong, but we're so happy.
let's dance to joy division and raise our hands to the ceiling.
-the wombats.

dancing, terrorist sky punching, drinking and giggling makes everything better.

interesting.

"individual civilizations rise and fall; in each case, the fall was not inevitable but due to the decisions- or lack of decision- of the human beings whose ancestors had created the civilization for them, but who had forgotten the secret of how to preserve it for their own children. we are ourselves dangerously near this point." -lee harris.

i would totally go with harry

from overheard:

Unfortunately, I Hollowed It Out to Fit My Flask

Guy #1: The new Harry Potter is coming out this summer; you should read the book with me before the movie is released.
Guy #2: If I wanted to read a book filled with stories of sorcery, I'd read the bible.
Guy #1: (mouth drops open)

tuesday morning

very sweet new band, noah and the whale. they made me smile on this sunny morning. and help distract me from working world surroundings. fun times.

Oh well, in 5 years time we could be walking around a zoo
With the sun shining down over me and you
and there'll be love in the bodies of the elephants turning up
Put my hands over your eyes, but you peek through

And there'll be, Sun Sun Sun, All over our bodies,
and Sun Sun Sun, All down our necks,
and there'll be, Sun Sun Sun, All over our faces, and Sun Sun Sun.

So what the heck, Coz' I'll be laughing at all your silly little jokes,
And we'll be laughing about how we used to smoke.
All those stupid little ciggarettes and drink stupid wine,
Cuz' it was what we needed to have a good time.

And it was, Fun Fun Fun, When we were drinking
It was, Fun Fun Fun When we were drunk
And it was, Fun Fun Fun When we were laughing,
It was, Fun Fun Fun, Oh it was fun.

Oh well I look at you and say it's the happiest I have ever been
and I'll say I feel I no longer have to be James Dean,
and She'll say, Oh yeah, Well I feel pretty happy too,
And I'm always pretty happy when I'm just kicking back with you.

and it will be Love Love Love, All through our bodies
Love Love Love, All through our minds
and it'd be Love love Love All over her face
and Love Love Love All over mine.

And in the oddest moments and just scratching my head
I'll be thinking about families n' lying in bed
Even though I believe it may not even come true
But in my mind I'm having a pretty good time with you.

Oh, Five years time I might not know you,
In Five Years Time We might not speak at all and
In Five Years Time We might not get along
In Five Years Time You might just prove me wrong.

Oh there'll be, Love Love Love, Where ever you go, There'll be Love Love Love.

misunderstandings

It's autumn in Gothenburg
I'm walking home to my suburb
Rain falls hard on the city
on every homeless kitty

Oh please god bring relief
even if it's only brief
that she says the dreamer just make-believe
but I thought she said maple leaves

So we talked for hours
and you cried into my sheets
you said you hated your body
that it was just a piece of meat, I disagreed

I think you're beautiful
but it's impossible
to make you understand
that if you don't take my hand
I lose my mind completely
Madness will finally defeat me

She said it was all make-belief
but I thought you said maple leaves
and when she talked about the fall
I thought she talked about the season
I never understood at all

I thought she said maple leaves
and when she talked about about the fall
I thought she talked about Mark E Smith
I never understood at all
---Jens Lekman