First Entry - An Intrusion To My Own Pricacy?
The last day of June 2006 marks the first day of my live journal history.
Aloof and enclosed. I hardly share my feeling with anyone. Now having to sign up for an online Live Journal, would I ever feel a sense of betrayal or an intrusion of privacy?
Anyway, I've been betrayed many times, so what is more to come?
This morning, as I was listening to itune, the song - You'll Think of Me by Keith Urban was played. For no apparent reason, I suddenly hummed along. That spelt disaster. So, I went online to search for the lyric!
Gosh, it is so true!
***
You'll Think Of Me - Keith Urban
I woke up early this morning around 4am
With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate
I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep
But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake
Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms
I've been tryin' my best to get along
But that's OK
There's nothing left to say, but
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me
I went out driving trying to clear my head
I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left
I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this
And all the baggage that seems to still exist
It seems the only blessing I have left to my name
Is not knowing what we could have been
What we should have been
So
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me
Someday I'm gonna run across your mind
Don't worry, I'll be fine
I'm gonna be alright
While you're sleeping with your pride
Wishing I could hold you tight
I'll be over you
And on with my life
So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me
So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and all your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we got nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me, yeah
And you're gonna think of me
Oh someday baby, someday
***
Then there was this guy, as I was singing along with the song, it seems like the song was serenaded to him. With an unrest feeling, the lyric was then emailed to him. Been asking myself what was I doing? Hopelessness? Or R.I.P? Either way, I am out of it now. The moment I choose to post this journal, history is made.
How irony! My first entry of journal, depicting my horrible love life.
Aloof and enclosed. I hardly share my feeling with anyone. Now having to sign up for an online Live Journal, would I ever feel a sense of betrayal or an intrusion of privacy?
Anyway, I've been betrayed many times, so what is more to come?
This morning, as I was listening to itune, the song - You'll Think of Me by Keith Urban was played. For no apparent reason, I suddenly hummed along. That spelt disaster. So, I went online to search for the lyric!
Gosh, it is so true!
***
You'll Think Of Me - Keith Urban
I woke up early this morning around 4am
With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate
I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep
But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake
Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms
I've been tryin' my best to get along
But that's OK
There's nothing left to say, but
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me
I went out driving trying to clear my head
I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left
I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this
And all the baggage that seems to still exist
It seems the only blessing I have left to my name
Is not knowing what we could have been
What we should have been
So
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me
Someday I'm gonna run across your mind
Don't worry, I'll be fine
I'm gonna be alright
While you're sleeping with your pride
Wishing I could hold you tight
I'll be over you
And on with my life
So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me
So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and all your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we got nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me, yeah
And you're gonna think of me
Oh someday baby, someday
***
Then there was this guy, as I was singing along with the song, it seems like the song was serenaded to him. With an unrest feeling, the lyric was then emailed to him. Been asking myself what was I doing? Hopelessness? Or R.I.P? Either way, I am out of it now. The moment I choose to post this journal, history is made.
How irony! My first entry of journal, depicting my horrible love life.