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Apr. 22nd, 2007 04:42 pmYesterday was quite a day, I had stomachache all day, and I had to stay in bed. I couldn't eat much, so now I'm really hungry, but luckly I feel a lot better. I can't think of anything I ate that could be to blame... maybe it's something like a cold? But now that I think about it, I was watching 300, and halfway through it I felt ill and had to run to the bathroom... maybe it's that movie to blame, after all that terrible script, acting and the awful direction made me feel like throwing up. :P My, what a fascist movie! All that celebration of violence and war, with so stupid characters... alright, I didn't expect much from that one, but I wasn't prepared for that incredible emptiness. O_O
It was definitely time for a new layout, so here it is! I made it listening to Simon & Garfunkel's Old Friends/Bookends, so it has a pretty melancholy feeling, not very spring-like, but I like it a lot. Maybe next time I'll try working with a more cheerful tune on winamp! :P
Old Friends
Old Friends
Sat on their park bench like bookends
a newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
Of the high shoes
Of the old friends
Old Friends
Winter companions, the old men
Lost in thier overcoats
Waiting for the sunset
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settle like dust
On the shoulders of the old friends
Can you imagine us years from today
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange to be seventy...
Old Friends
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fear
Time it was and what a
time it was it was
A time of innocence
A time of confidences
Long ago it must be
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
They're all that's left you
It was definitely time for a new layout, so here it is! I made it listening to Simon & Garfunkel's Old Friends/Bookends, so it has a pretty melancholy feeling, not very spring-like, but I like it a lot. Maybe next time I'll try working with a more cheerful tune on winamp! :P
Old Friends
Sat on their park bench like bookends
a newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
Of the high shoes
Of the old friends
Old Friends
Winter companions, the old men
Lost in thier overcoats
Waiting for the sunset
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settle like dust
On the shoulders of the old friends
Can you imagine us years from today
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange to be seventy...
Old Friends
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fear
Time it was and what a
time it was it was
A time of innocence
A time of confidences
Long ago it must be
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
They're all that's left you