That One Time I Went Back to the 40s

A picture of me from the 40s, those were the good ol' times.

So, in all seriousness, I go back in time a lot. Is that strange? I don't mean that in a literal sense, but I aspire from the past, way before me. The dressing-choice, music-wise, hair-styles and a lot of things. I feel like the 40s, 50s, 60s evolve in the most amazing way. Even until the days of the Runaways madness came in the 70s, everything were just flawless. It's inspiring. I haven't been able to let the fact sink in, that kids in the future will look at Lady Gaga as a vintage legend of some kind. Meh, they probably won't.
Put Gaga's craziness aside, I just adore a lot of things from the past. I knew that I'm going to, one day, talk about how the band FUN. has became my favorite band. That day happens to be today. I still love me some Fall Out Boy, but there's not a lot of things that make me feel, but Fun. manages to do so. I fell in love with Fun. the second I heard the first verse of We Are Young, I just knew I won't ever feel otherwise about their music. I got myself their album, Some Nights, and with the easy free access we all got to any albums in the world, it's a lot to take me to get my legs walking to the music store and get any album at all, and some of the cases that I do get some albums, I ended up regretting them. But not this time. The album completely bewitched me, from the first song to the last, it's all full massive explosion of magic and love. One of the things that I love about Fun. is the fact that they themed their band vintagely. That's not a word, but I don't really care at the moment (But I'm sure I will, eventually.)
I like things that make me feel.
I don't feel so often.
I love to feel.

7 Minutes of 2 Weekends Recap

So I have 7 minutes before my bed time, I have a lot of things that went on unwritten this couple of weeks. After the whole fiesta we had, Ruthfi and Lygia took turn sleeping over at my house, Ruthfi on friday, and Lygia on saturday because she needed to do her final work for uni and her internet connection was undependable.
That night wasn't much of a blur, I missed dinner because they didn't serve veggies or fish, all my mom had was Chicken Cordon-Bleu, and I don't eat chicken nor beef anymore. I am so used to skipping dinner, actually, it's not called skipping if I don't even eat dinner 90% of the time. That's exactly why I had completely forgotten that I hadn't eaten anything, oh wait, I actually drank a bottle of yoghurt. Then at 12am, I made a couple cups of coffee for me and Lygs then went to bed. After a while my stomach went ballistic and I got food poisoned. I puked all over my bathroom like 7 times that night, completely missed my resting time, I went out of my room at 7.30, slept on the couch and woke up at nine to drive myself to saturday lesson without eating because I was too scared to eat.

All is better now though, I'm still scared to let caffeine in my system, but I feel so much better.

Today, my little sisters and I had a water war, it was hilariously fun, I won after like 2 hours, collected all their guns and left them with no weapon. It was exhausting yet so funny.

Neen didn't join for some reason, I don't really know, but I've been missing water game, the inner 3-year old in me just needs to have it done, okay? Don't judge.


A minute left off my 7 minutes of two weekends recap blog post.
I think that I'll end this one right now, with a quote from Flynn Ryder,
"Frying Pan! Who knew right?!"

xx, nessie

Dance Again - An Original Crap

I don't know if I like all of my work. Nonetheless of the result, I hold a special key of a story that builds each of them. You see, when I write a song, or a poem, if they don't come straight from my personal life, I made up a story that's insanely graphic in my head. A love story isn't just "Oh this girl likes this guy but then he likes someone else so she's heart broken" but it's "A girl living in a small town, living with her sick mom alone, who was ill since her husband left her. She has trouble forgetting the night her father left with his suitcase, the smell of leather jacket and everything she thought a man should be like. A boy in the wrong side of the track, has forgotten what love is, his two perfectly in-love parents have never fought but nor have they ever shown any interest in him. His perfect little brother stopped respecting him the day nobody else in the house do. His confusion over the basic idea of love drives him away from anybody who tries to love him. His relationships have new seen the same moon twice, and he chases shallow girls for nothing more than time passing."
That does not stop there, I have names, characteristics, relatives, life-scenes and all that planted in my head. It's a scary thing how different mind works, but all these stories make me feel like I'm a part of the tale, it makes me feel involved.
The ending, is always unwritten and always the best part of the tale, because nobody ever know, nobody but me.