Moral of the story: people with big hearts suffer for it because everyone else is afraid of love.
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Aug 11, 2010
The Classics Are Classic For A Reason
Oh my god, why have I not posted the video for this dance song yet?! It's the very epitome of what a good dance song video should be. I present to you: 'Another Chance' by Roger Sanchez.
Moral of the story: people with big hearts suffer for it because everyone else is afraid of love.
Moral of the story: people with big hearts suffer for it because everyone else is afraid of love.
Aug 8, 2010
Opa!
I don't have the patience to describe my Taste of the Danforth experience, so I'll let some photos do the talking instead.



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around the city
I Hope I'm Not Wrong, That'd Be Embarrassing
Interesting... I went to look up the lyrics for the song 'The Five Ghosts' by Stars and lo and behold, Google could not provide. Therefore, I'm going to attempt to write up the lyrics myself, despite the fact that I am notorious bad at mishearing lyrics.
The Five Ghosts by Stars
When I was a little girl
The world was small to me
All the light in my life
Filtered softly through the trees
The shadows in the photographs
Five ghost who followed me
I was only truly frightened once
They called my name and said they wanted me
Oh, what a beautiful day to try to die
Oh, how whole for one sweet second
Without the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye
x2
When I grew in age and fame
And traveled through the world
All the rivers of the city
Like flags of blue unfurled
Me, pressed against a railing
Me, taken to a room
Me, waking in the morning
Dark with a sense of coming doom
Oh, what a beautiful day to try to die
Oh, how whole for one sweet second
Without the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye
x2
Now I have grown old
And all my grace and beauty gone
Five ghosts surround my garden
I don't tell them to move on
I walk deeper into shade now
That dappled light again
I see you standing at the gate
My one and only friend
Oh, what a beautiful day to try to die
Oh, how whole for one sweet second
Without the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye
x2
When I was a little girl
The world was small to me
All the light in my life
Filtered softly through the trees
The shadows in the photographs
Five ghost who followed me
I was only truly frightened once
They called my name and said they wanted me
Oh, what a beautiful day to try to die
Oh, how whole for one sweet second
Without the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye
x2
When I grew in age and fame
And traveled through the world
All the rivers of the city
Like flags of blue unfurled
Me, pressed against a railing
Me, taken to a room
Me, waking in the morning
Dark with a sense of coming doom
Oh, what a beautiful day to try to die
Oh, how whole for one sweet second
Without the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye
x2
Now I have grown old
And all my grace and beauty gone
Five ghosts surround my garden
I don't tell them to move on
I walk deeper into shade now
That dappled light again
I see you standing at the gate
My one and only friend
Oh, what a beautiful day to try to die
Oh, how whole for one sweet second
Without the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye
x2
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music
Aug 4, 2010
Whoa, Unexpected!
Oh hey, I hear Prop 8 was overturned! Good times for my Cali peeps.
In commemoration, a happy song about love: Lollipop by Mika.
Cheers, y'all.
In commemoration, a happy song about love: Lollipop by Mika.
Cheers, y'all.
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