My baby dont care for shows
My baby dont care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby dont care for cars and races
My baby dont care for high-tone places

Liz taylor is not his style
And even lana turners smile
Is somethin he cant see

My baby dont care who knows it
My baby just cares for me

My baby dont care for shows
And he dont even care for clothes
My baby just cares for me

My baby dont care for cars and races
My baby dont care for
He dont care for high-tone places
I wonder whats wrong with baby
My baby just cares for
Just says his prayers for
My baby just cares for me

A jazz sung smooth song. Heard it once, can't get it out of my head.

As cocky or confident as this woman is, she persuades you to agree and then begins the brainwash of you singing and possibly soon believing the same.

todaydreams

Try to focus on the far-away beauties. The graduating beauties that you know not of at first glance. They come into focus, and something about them leave a longer lasting impression.

Today is slow, and I'd wish everyday was slow, except that i wouldn't know what I was asking.

I want to subscribe to days of appreciation. To be aware of all that surrounds, to understand and be grateful. Right now I am surrounded by windows. It's beautiful. How the sun is filtered through the shades, how it falls gently.

So slow, so meaningful. I want to enjoy it everyday.

Take me to a cafe, a patisserie of beautifully carved pastry, made with love, cooked with care. Let the ivory tinkle, and release a voice of jazz. Pluck at an acoustic, let the high-hat be consistent. Even a cello and a trombone, or a viola and a trumpet. Let the sun shimmer through the window, the breeze whisper gently... And it would be heaven if Jesus would sit with me. And sweet if you would join us.

Things of old, things of new, all things good.
love, nikki.

I like it not so bright except in the case of all things beautiful.

You know the feeling when you want to tell them, like you really want to! Cos they'll listen and cos you trust them...but you know it'd change their perspective of you? And that keeps it in? yea well...That. It might not change their love for you, probably wont..but theres always the but. The but changes everything!

Apparently i desire simple that is not so simple; that apparently involves attention that cannot be given. Why can I not approach anyone?

..if you really love me, you'd buy me a skateboard!


Here's to another attempt to Happily Ever After!! Cheers!

Awaiting a Ppassport to further freedom!

gollygosh! i dont like the thought of google taking over the world! but i wanted to blog, so i created a google account, blackmail! goodle's buying evrything over! brilliant!

anywayz! SOOO much has happened! soo much i cant remember much! and theres been a lot of drama. theres been fun and the not so fun. and i dont know where to begin. lets start...

here.
DELEGATING DIGNITY
I have a slightly better bearing of my place in the world now, than I had before. Am beginning to be more aware of the things I do, attempting to make them good. Make my actions good? Thats up to the individual and interpretation. I want to have dignity not pride. Is there such a fine line? Or is it just me?

FUN & FEELING
Fun is not so active anymore. If fun is a good time, then I've found myself experiencing such in a quieter way. We went out to the city last nite to watch Goom's sing (and oh was it beautifully done!). After that we did stoopid stuff and posing on Matthew Flinders yada yada, but i think the time when i really enjoyed and relaxed myself was just sitting on the bench not feeling chilly and just breathing, talking abit to mikee and waiting for nothing to happen. I like relexing now. The jazz helped, a Lot. Beautiful beautiful! The sky was amazing! a tinted marron/purple, charcoal sky. It wasnt dark. Just very surprising! Nice suprising.

I think I'm done with surprises. I like knowing. My dear Curiosity has tired me out so. Maybe, without thinking, maybe just knowing and listening. Oh I'd love to!
Wahahaha, I try to more often now. But thinking is a hard process to stop, is wondering thinking? I dont know anybody could stop wondering. If I did, if I listened and seeked to amuse less, I'd be accused me of not being myself. I am not assuming, I have been accused...and it humours me.
Where anybody gets the right to accuse somebody of not being themself is unknown. Im not upset, just humoured. If you change (you always will) and I notice because it is not gradual but immediate, I'll tell you, you've changed and are different. God forbid I accuse you of not being yourself! And if I do, just remind me of it's irony.

Anyhow, My driving instructor should be coming in less than 15mins, I should probably grab a quick meal. I do hope I do get my P's! Think of me, Pray for me!

Love you sincerely! (Believe me!)