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If you are chilly, here, take my sweater
You head is aching, I’ll make it better
‘Cause I love the way you call me baby
And you take me the way I am

[The way I am :: Ingrid Michaelson]



Quand il me prend dans ses bras
Il me parle tout bas
Je vois la vie en rose

When he takes me in his arms
and speaks to me softly
I see the world through rose-colored glasses

[La vie en rose :: Edith Piaf]


[Cross the Line :: John Legend]




I will break these chains that bind me
Happiness will find me
Leave the past behind me
Today my life begins
A whole new world is waiting
It’s mine for the takin’
I know I can make it
Today my life begins


[Today My Life Begins :: Bruno Mars]





I know it isn’t raining today (wow; big, rare event for London), but this is the perfect rainy weather song. Complete with ribbons of┬ástreaky┬ámascara too.

Dissertation D-20. Life is anything but fun, fun, fun.

But The Beach Boys do make it a tad bit more humane. Till the school board takes my T-Bird away, that is.

[The Sky and The Dawn and The Sun :: Celtic Woman]

I woke up with this song in my head and only a dozen replays on the iTunes would keep me sated as I sipped my brunch smoothie. And yes, I’m well aware that this ‘new day begun‘ brings nothing but a bedrock of numbing readings for me. But well, I’m clearly more spirited today than most other days, so I’ll say: bring it on.

So the brother and I attempted Falling Slowly yesterday. We’re still a far cry from Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova, with my extremely sore throat that Strepsils failed to rectify and his slightly rusty guitar chops… but well, we had fun!


You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep

‘Cause they’d fill the open air
And leave teardrops everywhere
You’d think me rude
But I would just stand and stare


I’d like to make myself believe
That planet earth turns slowly
It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay
Awake when I’m asleep
‘Cause everything is never as it seems

[Fireflies :: Owl City]

I can hear a song to death.
No, not hear, I can listen.





My baby’s building a sandcastle
And someday we’re gonna live on the shores
But nowadays we just hold our breath
Until the meeting next Monday

Oh there really is such a thing as a song that can do no wrong.
Sondre Lerche, ChocoPie from JP and a delish Taiwanese dinner? Thank God it’s Friday.