talking through tin cans

Monday, December 29, 2008

Cuts Like A Knife ; 12:06 AM

Spent the entire afternoon baking for Dad. He requested Mum's Bakewell slice so I apprenticed in the kitchen. HAH, I know the tricks of the trade now and I joked about me being Vicky's and Mum being Lana's. I swear, spend a whole afternoon in the kitchen smelling butter and you'll be so sick of the smell! No matter how appetising it smells!

I wore my purple Crocs out today with Mum and Dad, dad went to collect his jeans and Mum and I went to the baking shop in town to get supplies, and I got blisters! DAMN.

I have made up my mind, I want two trips, one for pure shopping, preferably Hongkong or Taiwan, Thailand's still in turmoil so I'll pass for now, and one for musing, soaking up the sights and sounds, for snapping pictures. People, can you just SHUT UP about your freaking holidays! I haven't been overseas in 3 years! More than that actually but I round down. Dad wants to go to Scotland! YAY. Now I don't have to worry about being alone. He showed me this website of this guy, his photos are WOAH. Then I hinted, hinted, hinted. And Dad still said no. He said I can take Brandon's camera! HAH. Come on, buy the a900! Then he gets the a700 and I get the a350! Although, I should just cut the middleman and I get the a700! After long-exposure shooting the other day, the a700 was better by MILES.

I think I should reorganise my room. Shift stuff here and there, redocorate a little, maybe find a good big frame for the poster Brandon bought me last year and put it up. (: Find a nice place for my books, maybe change the location of my CDs. Speaking of which, CHOOOO, send me David Cook's album!!!!! Caught like the last minute of Live at Abbey Road last night, Bryan Adams was on, he does a mean acoustic set.

Driving home this evening
I could have sworn we had it all worked out
You had this girl believing
Way beyond the shadow of a doubt

The I heard it on the street
I heard you mighta found somebody new
Well who is she baby - who is she?
And tell me what she means to you

I took it all for granted
But how was I to know
That you'd be letting go

Now it cuts like a knife
But it feels so right
It cuts like a knife
But it feels so right

There's times I've been mistaken
There's tines I thought I'd been misunderstood
So wait a minute darling
Can't you see we did the best we could?

This would be the first time
Things have gone astray
Now you've thrown it all away

Now it cuts like a knife
But it feels so right
It cuts like a knife
But it feels so right