Song - "All At Once" by the Fray

There are certain people you just keep coming back to

She is right in front of you

You begin to wonder could you find a better one

Compared to her now she's in question

And all at once the crowd begins to sing

Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same

Maybe you want her, maybe you need her

Maybe you started to compare to someone not there

Looking for the right one you line up the world to find

Where no questions cross your mind

But she won't keep on waiting for you without a doubt

Much longer for you to sort it out

And all at once the crowd begins to sing

Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same

Maybe you want her, maybe you need her

Maybe you started to compare to someone not there

Maybe you want it, maybe you need it

Maybe it's all you're running from

Perfection will not come

And all at once the crowd begins to sing

Sometimes ...

We'd never know what's wrong without the pain

Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same

Maybe you want her, maybe you need her

Maybe you've started to compare to someone not there

Maybe you want it, maybe you need it

Maybe it's all you're running from

Perfection will not come

Maybe you want her, maybe you need her

Maybe you had her, maybe you lost her to another

To another...

- All At Once

The Center of My Storm

I don't know how you managed it, but you are the center of my storm. Everything seems to whirl around me and is crazy, and sometimes I don't know if I'll get out of this intact, it seems to weigh down on me and make me scream, as if the whirlwinds inside me are clashing against the forces pressing all around me, threatening to drag me under. But somehow you keep me floating, keep me from getting too wrapped up in myself. The storm feels like its getting worse lately, and I wonder if I'm equipped to deal with it. Ahhh. I guess I'll deal.

Chasing Sunsets

We keep running, we keep driving, we keep racing towards the falling daylight, constantly aware of the upcoming night in the back of our minds. Many of us never want the day to end, we don't want to see the light vanish so we have to endure the night. Though I chase the sunset, I welcome night as well. I love the cool feeling, of knowing that the world is still awake, even if its a different kind of world. Things are surreal. Music flows alongside wine and bodies move in different rhythms that all humans seem to know - dance and sex. And sunset is that transition, where you are still feeling the leftover sensation from the day but the sinking into night.

I don't know why so much stigma is associated with the nighttime. And such different kinds too. You have the perception of nightlife, the perception that it's where the party animals come out of their dens to drink and be wasted and let the sorrows wash away. Or that nighttime is when the creeps come out, when those who are unaccepted by society poke their heads out of the dirt and the gutters to wreak havoc and pain.

I don't consider myself among those. At least, I'd hope. Nighttime is also the time for creativity - for inspiration and admiration, for surrealness and dreams and expectations. I love the nighttime. For me the energy of the daytime sails right through the sunset and into the moon-lit sky. Why should I bother chasing sunsets? If I stay where I am, I get to watch the beautiful event of nature without trouble, calm instead of hurried, welcoming the night. And if I'm lucky enough, I'll see the sunrise as well. This post isn't suppossed to make any sense, but it does for me anyways.

I should thank you, part 2

You are an integral part of me now. I've adopted your habits and you've taken some of mine, and it's amazing that now a part of me is actually just you, but in my body. You know how to judge my moods. You know what I need, what I want, and you know when I don't want you to know. You've helped me out so much, and it's fascinating how you've done this. I don't know if it's the same way with you, and I doubt you'd ever tell me anyways. Thank you, thank you so much for helping me to grow, for helping to make me a better person, for growing with me and making me become who I am today. I can't explain how important you are. It's almost as if by simply knowing you I've molded a part of myself after you. I don't look up at you, though I hold you in the highest esteem. You are my equal, the person who can tell me when I'm wrong, but sees me for who I really am. My lies, my faults, and you still forgive me for them. Thank you. You've helped me to learn. To see things from a different perspective, to calm the raging storm that is constantly me. I'm a whirlwind of emotions and you're just a stable rock able to counteract it. You know how to have fun, you taught me to explore, to open my mind, to laugh and smile when there's no reason to. You've taught me that words can be meaningless. And I hope I've had even a quarter of an impact on you that you've had on me. I never believed that any one person could do so much to another, by simply knowing each other. I'd like to believe that we are a testament to what true friends can be, and good ones at that. I'll never forget - "the flaws are what keep us there."

Sunflowers

Make me a very happy person.

Electric

We're electric.

Can you feel the excitement in the air when our bows hit the strings? Can you feel the excitement that rises within and sends us flying through the notes? I bet you can. Because we're the Rosamunde String Quartet, and we have a connection like lightening striking earth and you can feel it even when you're not there. You wish you could hear us. We're not perfect, we've got our flaws and our quirks, and we've had our fair share of fights. But it makes us stronger, it pulls us together, it makes us real friends instead of just four musicians playing together. We've got a real love for the music, a real enjoyment, that sense of elation and a rising sensation that shows passion and compassion and understanding. We're not just a few teenage musicians, we're a string quartet. So tomorrow at 8:10, we're going to rock it.

Rosamunde FTW

[/BAYA]

you and me
let’s forget about everything
and dance the night away, baby
let’s forget all this
pretend the shit don’t exist
forget the confusion

when we meet eyes
forget the yearning

we have a natural rhythm

deep inside
there’s only two that

we all know
one’s animalian
the other lets us swing our hips;
at least until the sun rises…

you and me
let’s just be human
don’t apologize
you know things about
myself that I never want to know
and I know you
and I know you deserve
to be in my arms.

you and me
there’s so much confusion
there’s so much that goes unsaid
forget about it, ‘s alright
let our bodies do the talking
let our souls connect and
let our minds fly

people talk
people talk about you and me
i don’t want to think about
words ‘n shit,
i don’t want to think about
anything at all
let the lights flash by
and let’s become us

when we dance
we don’t have to talk
we don’t have to admit
the things we feel
we don’t have to admit
the things we want
we don’t have to admit
that we aren’t happy
that we aren’t being who we are

let the music take you, love
let the movements drug you

let me love you
let me help you
let out all your frustrations
let our spirits collide
let our body express
our innermost desires.

let’s dance the night away, baby.

[/BAYA]

You are beautiful, too

I was recently talking to a friend of mine. She is young, only a freshman, and she didn't think that she was pretty. She has very distinctive Korean features and complained about them. She seemed to be insecure because she didn't fit in the conventional description of beauty. So what is beauty? It got me to thinking. The media portrays what are distinctly "white" features as beautiful. All women achieve to have that straight hair that easily styles, the thin body with good breasts and straight, medium-sized nose.

But ethnic girls - you are beautiful too. You truly are. I don't care if your hair is nappy, an afro, or so stick-straight there isn't anything you can do with it. Luscious bouncy ringlets or waves are fine too. I don't care if your eyes are 'chinky', far-set, or dark brown. Green and blue eyes are pretty, but brown eyes hold depth and warmth. I don't care if your nose is small and bridgeless, flat and round, pointed, or crooked. I don't care if you're top-heavy, bottom-heavy, or completely curve-less.

Ethnicity is beautiful.

Don't feel ashamed of yourself! Shake those hips, purse those plump lips and embrace your flat features. We come in all shapes and sizes and all of it is gorgeous. Everyone has beauty. Everyone. Please don't forget it. Don't compare yourself to a false image on a movie screen. I love your dark skin, your brown skin, black skin, yellow skin, red skin. Maybe your hair is too thick, maybe your nose is too big, maybe your bottom half is lighter than your top half because you tan on your face and not your legs. Maybe you're too thin and don't have a rear or breasts. Maybe you have too much of one, or just too much. Maybe you think you're too heavy. Too chubby. Too round, too straight. Forget all of that.

I feel like women who have distinctive features feel like they are unattractive. I know I feel like that too. But why change yourself, why get liposuction and breast augmentations or reductions or fatty-eyelid removal surgeries to fit someone else's beauty? You have your own, and you should cherish it. It gives you character, it gives you a look that is you that nobody else has. And if a man (or another woman, for that matter) doesn't appreciate it then you are better than them. Love yourself, because that is the absolute very least that you deserve. Don't cheat yourself.

I should thank you //edited

I really should thank you. Even though you hurt me, the pain subsides. I am moving upward, ascending towards a better me and a better life. Thank you for the friendship you did supply, and I will take the good and the bad with me through my life. I don't believe soulmates are people you are destined to love for the rest of your life. I believe that everyone has people they are suppossed to meet, because they form who you are in some way, shape, or form. You have done that. I have done my part, and you have done yours.

Thank you.