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As of September 2008,
in descending order of obtainability and desirability:
1. A dSLR... Nikon or Pentax?
2. A dry cabinet for my expanding camera collection
3. A super fast prime lens
4. A dual-suspension, disc-brake mountainbike
5. A compact camera with manual functionality
6. A Blu-ray laser
7. A Medium Format camera
*poof*
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Wrong Expectations
Am I asking for too much?
Ok, I know technically, I didn't even ask. But ya... I feel like you're always spending time with them, hanging out at 3 Monkeys, eating supper, staying up, staying over, playing board games or chit chatting into the wee hours of the night.
I know I know... it's all part and parcel of living the free life overseas. And like I said before, I wouldn't wanna deprive you of that. Really. I just thought that maybe you could've taken the initiative and have me slightly higher on your priority ladder, as I have you. Maybe you could decline some of those all-too-frequent hanging-outs and spend time at home with me or something.
Tomorrow you'd be going to Ekka... with him.
*sigh*
I hope you enjoy yourself. Looks like another talkless night again.
I just got an SMS from you. It's been more than an hour since I told you I'm gonna sleep. I guess you only have time for me when your time with the rest has eased up abit eh? But that's ok. Time flies when you're having fun... and I really am glad you're enjoying yourself.
I know this sounds quite selfish. Maybe I'm asking for too much...
Am I?
"I've been up all night, you've been puttin' up a fight.
Seems like nothin' I say gets through.
How did this old bed fit a world between me and you.
We said "Goodnight" but the silence was so thick
you could cut it with a knife.
We've hit the wall again and there's nothin' I can do.
You're the one, yea, I've put all my trust in your hands.
C'mon and look in my eyes, here I am, here I am
You don't understand me, my baby.
You don't seem to know that I need you so much.
You don't understand me, my feelings,
the reason I'm breathin', my love
The mornin' comes and you're reaching out for me
just like everything's the same
and I let myself believe things are gonna change.
When you kiss my mouth and you hold my body close,
do you wonder who's inside?
Maybe there's no way we could feel each other's pain.
Tell me why it gets harder to know where I stand.
I guess loneliness found a new friend, here I am
You don't understand me...
You don't seem to get me, my baby.
You don't really see that I live for your touch.
You don't understand me,
My dreams or the things I believe in, my love.
You don't understand me.
You don't understand me.
Understand me..."
Roxette: You Don't Understand Me
Love me
if you
dare...
00:01
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