Monday, February 28, 2005
What a pleasured nightmare... and i can't wait to get there...
Norah Jones. I've been won over.
Yesterday night was one of the most interesting nights of my life.
It started out entirely boring with me doing little other than sitting at the ticket booth waiting for last minute orders. Thank goodness i was visited by a dear friend with pastry and pizza! *thank you*
One thing i've realised from yesterday: People can be really nasty when they can't get what they want. This is true both in my working world as well as my personal life. We all know. It's criminal i swear.
But the night won me over still. As i stood backstage, in the elevated gallery, taking in the soul of her voice, and staring out at the mass of people equally mesmerized, i felt strangely comforted.
There was a huge buffet spread of italian food for my picking, i had beer in hand and my heels were off, at the side. Swaying to the music, i couldn't help but wish there was someone to slowdance with me.
The concert was smooth with little hiccups once the show ran. The band was flawless. Norah was amazing.
And the girl in me was revived. I want to slowdance naked again.
Ali
10:25 PM
Alice breathes again..
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My subconscious mind starts spinning through time, to rejoin the past once again..
Some people use memories against themselves.
They dwell on them, and analyse them and let the memories eat them alive.
Worst, they use the memories to devalue themselves and others around them.
Love keeps no record of wrongs.
To one who has been faithful to that calling, i thank you.
For all that i've been, for all that i've done, you have forgotten
and have still love within you to offer. Love that means so much more.
I'd like to think we have reached that higher stage of existence
You and me..
Where numbers don't matter and figures don't count
But only the quiet gazes of affection and the arrested expressions of hope...
And that is enough for now.
Ali
6:47 PM
Alice breathes again..
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Nothing seems real; I’m starting to feel, lost in the haze of a dream…
And as I draw near, the scene becomes clear, like watching my life on a screen…
“Welcome to my parlor…” says the spider to the fly.
Don’t plagiarize
Don’t judge
Don’t exploit
This is Alicia speaking.
So come in, keep your shoes on… you’ll be asked to leave before you can get comfortable.
Sorry. I just can't help myself. There can be no turning back.
Ali
5:24 PM
Alice breathes again..
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