Question of the Day

What marks an adulthood?

Not feeling it,
or,
not telling when you’re feeling it?

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“Don’t you call anybody else ‘baby’, ’cause I’m your baby still”

Something you might call “possessiveness”, in a beautiful way. Oh and their bassist, Jenny Lee Lindberg is very pretty by the way. I still feel like wanting to curse my Extractive Metallurgy test for cancelling me from going to Laneway Festival in Singapore last January, Warpaint’s performing in there, along with Foals, Beach House, Ladyhawke, and Yeasayer. Fuck. And it is not like I passed the test. Hahahahahaha. Double fuck.

Baby – Warpaint

(click here for the audio)

Don't you call anybody else baby,
'Cause I'm your baby still
You took a long time to make it
But I've never changed my mind
I've never tried to fake it
Never drew the line

Don't you call anybody else baby,
'Cause I'm your baby still
You took a long time to make it
But I've never changed my mind

You speak your fears
Thinking in circles
And checking word nears
Don't think
You live your life like a page
From the book of my fantasy
I write of you

You speak your fears
Thinking in circles
And checking word nears
Don't think
You live your life like a page
From the book of my fantasy

You speak your fears
Thinking in circles
And checking word nears
Don't think
You live your life like a page
From the book of my fantasy

You speak your fears
Thinking in circles
And checking word nears
Don't think
You live your life like a page
From the book of my fantasy

Don't you call anybody else baby

Happy-Go-Lucky

As I accidentally observe at the same amount of time with the recent, it is grown ascending; I begin to put hope and trust on what I used to put my expectations low.
Believe, as I now see what I didn’t see, and I no longer hear what I used to hear.

It is nothing completely unhealthy nor beneficial, like a pack of mint cigar with high nicotine dose, of which it took a week to use, of which a fag per day keeps the OBH away, while also setting an image along with the hazard of future career in a well-known Oil & Gas company. A full potential investment, to be precise, for everything that incredibly good and put the ‘happily ever-after’ end. Also, a death-bed, for once it proved wrong.

Although I still not stop wanting to shout my feelings at the top of my lung, I might as well take this slow as usual.

I like it hot, but I’d rather play it safe. I am not so confident that ladyluck will smile to me for the third consecutive time (if will exist, I hope not).