So Close
You’re in my arms
And all the world is calm
The music playing on for only two
So close together
And when I’m with you
So close to feeling alive
A life goes by
Romantic dreams will stop
So I bid mine goodbye and never knew
So close was waiting, waiting here with you
And now forever I know
All that I wanted to hold you
So close
So close to reaching that famous happy end
Almost believing this was not pretend
And now you’re beside me and look how far we’ve come
So far we are so close
How could I face the faceless days
If I should lose you now?
We’re so close
To reaching that famous happy end
And almost believing this was not pretend
Let’s go on dreaming for we know we are
So close
So close
And still so far
Jon McLaughlin, So Close
We’re going down swinging: Shooting Stars
Hi!
Again, a while since I posted, but not much has happened since. This one is called We’re going down swinging, but is a happy one nevertheless.
Yesterday I met up with my friend Sam in Bruges-town. We went to the chocolate bar for a drink and after that we just wanted to lounge a bit, so we went to this little park in the centre. After being adult-ish for a while and just sitting on the benches, we decided that we really felt like going on the playground itself.
Yes, I’m fully aware of the fact that it may be childish, but I really love playgrounds. This one was rather boring though, with only ladders and a slide. After going up and down a couple of times, we were just lying in the grass, talking.
And I like it. It reminded me of how much I enjoy talking to people, really about anything. I find it easy and relaxing, even when it’s with people I don’t know all that well. Maybe I’m a bit too forthcoming at times (I tend to often hear the phrase ‘too much information’, but whatever), but I’m fond of all sorts of talk. Whether it’s just socializing, or a deeper discussion about politics, the facts of life or love, I just love it.
After that, we went to another playground, a bigger one this time. By then, night had fallen and it was deserted, so we had it all to ourselves. I’ve decided that swings are my favourite part of the playground. I like the feeling you get when you’re swinging: the wind blowing through your hair, the slight feeling of fluttering in your stomach, caressing the sand with your toes, going higher and higher only by stretching your legs.
I love it, and don’t care if it’s childish. What’s wrong with really playing, the physical activity? Yesterday it made me feel happy, happier than I’ve been in a while. Just doing what I wanted to do, not caring what people would think.
Exhausted from swinging, we dropped on the grass and just looked at the stars, which to me looked like a lot of glittering dots. After a while, we were able to discern the Big Bear. I wish we could have seen (well, recognized) more of the constellations, but my knowledge about the skies and heavens is mostly theoretical. I can tell you that the star closest to Earth is Alpha Centauri, I know Cassiopeia looks like a W, but don’t ask me to point them out at night.
I think that to be a pity, and hereby I’m extending an invitation to anyone who wants to show me all of it on a starry night.
The perfect ending of the evening came when we saw a shooting star, and made a wish. I won’t tell you what it was, because if you do, it’ll never come true…
Hope you all see a shooting star soon,
AnFie
I-Empire: Break my fall
Hello, my dearest readers.
Exams are relatively over, meaning I’ve had 4 in one week, and now have to wait yet another week for the last, simple one.
Which is good, because on the very same day, I will (hopefully) tell him. And I need to be prepared, because it will either start a period of bliss, or a period of being heartbroken and downright blue. And apparently no-one I know that knows him as well, is able to give even a little heads-up on his reaction. I’ve got no clue whatsoever about the fashion he will react, if he’ll react at all, and even less about what it will be.
But then I remember the motto I took from 30 Seconds to Mars, and what it means to me. Provehito in Altum, with various translations and meanings. And mine comes down to launch forth into the deep. Stop being scared off the consequences, and just go for it. I’ve done a couple of things according to it, and none of it has turned out disastrous (yet). And I also remember the writing on the wall in A Cinderella Story, which I’ve conveniently seen yesterday.
“Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.”
So, that’s the plan. Any concrete tips, details or how-to’s are most welcome, because all I have are the basic outlines, and the very childish idea of telling very quickly and then running away like hell. With the risk that he didn’t understand what I said, or I end up under a car, or whatever. Meaning: all help is welcome 
.
To be continued…
XOXO, AnFie
Seize the Day
Wow, it’s been over a month since I posted something here. I don’t know why it took me so long to write something. I’ve had some drafts ready, but usually realized while proofreading that they were way too personal to actually make them available on the world wide web.
I’ve also been busy with school, realizing I need to kick it up a notch after seeing my grades. They weren’t all that bad, but sadly enough I managed to fail two out of seven. I have less classes this semester, but more papers and other stuff to write.
But mostly, the reason I haven’t posted anything for a while is that I was way to busy having fun. After the concert I realized that I shouldn’t save fun for special occassions. Of course there’s the danger that fun will lose it’s magic in case of overdo, but I’ve decided that there are different kinds of fun. There’s no need to sit around and do nothing special when nor time nor possibilities stand in the way of that.
Or, as Avenged Sevenfold stated: Seize the day, or die regretting the time you lost…
Streets of London/Concertina
It’s official! The holidays have started, after four weeks of desperation and despair, also know as exams.
Seven exams have been made, hopefully seven exams haven’t been failed, but updates on that come Saturday. I honestly can’t say I’m excited because of it, scared is the better word for how I feel when I think about that particular aspect of exams.
What I am very, very, very excited about, is my little trip to London, starting tomorrow!
3 nights in a city filled with heavenly delights, in every aspect. Tons of free museums (a must for art-lovers like me), tons of shopping streets (I do tend to have some shopaholism), and last but very much not least! The Thirty Seconds To Mars gig on Thursday in the Hammersmith Apollo!!
I cannot even begin to tell you how much I look forward to that, but just imagine me excited, times one thousand! I love music, even when just listening to a cd or my iPod, but live, it’s even better. Most of the concerts I’ve attended gave me painful jaws, from smiling and singing all the time, so I’d say I’m rather active when I go to a show.
But this one… Their music has helped me through lately, it was what started and ended my day, it has gotten me up and running when I was down, but also calmed me down when I was way to up. I absolutely adore it, and the thought of seeing them live seems almost to surreal.
So, I guess London will be fun, fun, fun and very gratifying on many levels. I’ve packed my camera already, so my next blogs will more or less be a day-to-day overview of my trip (yes, I like to cross the line and go “too much”).
Have a nice holiday!!
You’re the Monkey I’ve got on my back, that tells me to shine
It has been a tough time for me lately. With this post I would like to thank all of you who’ve stood by me in the past 3 months, especially those of you who have tried to cheer me up or make things better, numerous times.
Special mentions for the one of the wisest people I know, Maxime. You’ve made things better, just by being yourself and sharing some of your wisdom with me. I’ll never forget that you’re the one that told me that it’s better to create reactions from other people, good or bad than to bland in and never generate anything. You’re also probably the person who made me laugh most of all.
Another person I really need to mention is Lieven. Thank you for sacrificing some of your (very little) free time to take me to the movies and drinks, and your never-ending efforts to cheer me up. You’ve really helped by just being there and listening to my rants, afterwards telling me that it’s not so bad, and things will clear up.
Last, but definitely least, special mentions for those who took the time to listen to all my problems, no matter how futile or ridiculous they were. I can’t name all of you, and if I tried, I’d forget some people that are very important to me, but I’m sure you’ll know it when you’re on of them. Almost all of my friends are in this category, and I really appreciate everything you do and stand for.
To all of my friends, I dedicate this Placebo-song. The most appropriate lines are in bold. Thank you all, so much.
You’re always ahead of the game
I drag behind
You never get caught in the rain
When I’m drenched to the bone every time
You’re the first one to swim across the Seine
I lag behind
You’re always ahead of the game
While I drag behind
I drag behind (x4)
You’re always ahead of the pack
I drag behind
You posses every trait that I lack
By coincidence or by design
You’re the monkey I’ve got on my back
That tells me to shine
You’re always ahead of the pack
While I drag behind
I drag behind (x8)
You’re always ahead of the rest
When I’m always on time
You got As on your algebra tests
I failed and they kept me behind
I just gotta get off my chest
That I think you’re divine
You’re always ahead of the rest
While I drag behind
I drag behind (x8)
Lots of love, An-Sofie
A Beautiful Lie?
Today, I had another exam, Theory of the International Relations. This very interesting course feels like the intersection of history, politics and philosophy. As appealing as the course is, it was still hell to actually memorize.
One of the reasons I mention this, is because one of the theories has something to do with Postmodernism, or PoMo. Today, I also took a test about my world view, and apparently I’m a Postmodernist. Read the rest of this entry »
