
It may not be ingeniously written but it surely is pulse racing, heart pumping, imagination throbbing thing to read. Please be careful with Christian Grey, the multi-zillionaire control freak because you just might fall for him (will be willingly sign the damn NDA contract) and you'll end up wishing that he really exists. Or get caught up with Anastasia Steele's pretty girl self-esteem drama and you'll end up wishing that you are her. Or end up thinking that Red Room of Pain is an exciting place to be and you should have one. And also discover who's the mysterious Charlie Tango.
People say that the story line is flop, it has no plot but I can say that it sure is HOT. So read it. And right now, I'm not looking for Mr. Right anymore, I'm searching for Mr. Grey.
LISTENING TO ....
I'm a lyric kind of person, my song preference depends on how the emotions are expressed through the words. I'm getting addicted to Sara Bareilles' songs. And right now, I'm idulging myself to her voice and amazing songs. I've known her songs for a while but I've just devoured them these past few days and I'm currently hooked in to King of Anything and Uncharted, they're fun to listen to, with good tempo, I can't help not to stomp my feet and clap along.

Between the Lines
Time to tell me the truth
To burden your mouth for what you say
No pieces of paper in the way
Cause I can't continue pretending to choose
The opposite sides on which we fall
No loving you laters if at all
No loving you laters if at all
No right minds could wrong be this many times.
My memory is cruel
I'm queen of attention to details
Defending intentions if he fails
Until now, he told me her name
It sounded familiar in a way
I could have sworn I heard him say it ten thousand times
If only I had been listening.
Leave unsaid unspoken
Eyes wide shut unopened
You and me
Always between the lines
Between the lines
I thought, I thought I was ready to bleed
That we'd move from the shadows on the wall
And stand in the center of it all
Too late, two choices, to stay or to leave
Mine was so easy to uncover
He'd already left with the other
So I've learned to listen through silence.
I tell myself all the words he surely meant to say
I'll talk until the conversation doesn't stay on
Wait for me I'm almost ready
When he meant let go
'Til next time, folks! Feeling kinda cold. Ciao.
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