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Saturday,Jun 19 2004, 07:04:57 PMIm here Just like I said Though its breaking...
Im here
Just like I said
Though its breaking every rule I've ever made
My racin' heart
Is just the same
Why make it strong to break it once again?
And I'd love to say I do
Give everything to you
But I can never now be true
So I say
I think I'd better leave right now
Before I fall any deeper
I think I'd better leave ri-ight no-oow
Feelin' weaker and weaker
Somebody better show me how
Before I fall any deeper
I think I'd better leave right now
I'm here
So please explain
Why you're openin' up a healin' wound aga-ain
I'm a little more careful
Perhaps it shows
But if I lose the highs, at least I'm spared the lows
Now I tremble in your ar-arms
What could be the ha-arm
To feel my spirit calm
So I say
I think I'd better leave right now
Before I fall any deeper
I think I'd better leave ri-ight no-oow
I'm feelin' weaker and weaker
Somebody better show me how
Before I fall any deeper
I think I'd better leave right now
I wouldn’t know ho-oow to say
How good it feels seeing you today
I see you’ve got your smile back
Now you say your right on track
But you may never know why
Once bitten twice is shy
If I’m proud perhaps I should explain
I couldn’t bear to lose you again
Mmm mmm mmm
I think I'd better leave right now
Before I fall any deeper
I think I'd better leave ri-ight no-oow
Feelin' weaker and weaker
Somebody better show me how
Before I fall any deeper
I think I'd better leave right no-ow
Yes I will
I think I'd better leave right now
I'm feelin' weaker and weaker
Somebody better show me how
Before I fall any deeper
I think I'd better leave right now
Leave Right Now
by Will Young
Saturday,Jun 5 2004, 01:45:09 PMi created another domestic disaster again...
i created another domestic disaster again today.
and as usual, it took place in the kitchen. yes, i tried to cook, something which my mum refuse to train me for, knowing that it's almost impossible for me to succeed mastering a new recipe. and with much audacity, i've been trying to make my own meals since last night's dinner. let me try to bring the chaos down to bits here..
1st) i tried to cook pasta. all was fine, honestly, except i had to add more sauce halfway thru and the whole process took me an hour. so i had my meal at 8.
2nd) oh and i included soup in my dinner menu, those instant packets that you just have to add boiling water. but being as untrusting as i usually am i tried to cook it with hot water. somehow, the powder soup never could completely dissolve itself in the pot so i ended up with cream soup with sand chunks. it hardened. eeYUCK!
3rd) well, i did still manage to compensate my taste-bud-numbed friend with a nice cup of honey tea with petals of aloe vera fruit successfully after that traumatising evening. heh. but, this happiness shortlived.
4th) after having toast for breakfast we eventually realised that we can't escape the fate of making lunch. so, sick of pasta, we tried cooking the popcorn we bought for tidbits while watching shrek. the popcorn seeds had been enveloped in a paper that was meant to be placed in microwave. we somehow got the idea that the paper would be fireproof (to help lighten my sin, hopefully, i didn't know fireproof papers never existed) we didn't have an oven, but you see, my mum said it was possible when i proposed cooking in a big pot using the induction stove one night before. we thought it's the same, being flameless and all. so, we placed the package in. we waited. it started to stink, like charcoal. uh oh. too late, the paper was burnt, thankfully, without any flame. we cut off the heat source, poured the seeds into pot, hoping it would revive our tidbits. the grains started poping into nice flowery fluffs, great! we waited another minute, another three flowered. and then another two. two, three, three, two, four, two. we waited impatiently now, any smell or sound was, in our experience, enough to trigger a disaster. and the pot had been silent for too long. i cautiously lifted the lid, shit. yellow fumes of charred butter shrouded my kitchen. i really wished there was door for my kitchen, but sadly, no. my living room was the next victim. then my mum's, mine, luckily my bro's was shut closed.
and now, i have to concede defeat, or i'll probably have to pick up another skill-- clearing up. and if there has to be a moral for this, it'll officially be, butter soot chokes.