if i know you
sunday bloody sunday. jag gillar inte sondagar.. sondag nu mera betyder att anselm aker hem och jag gillar det inte alls !
nu nar han bor uppe pa kusten och jobbar man till fre sa ses vi inte alls lika mycket langre.. och det marks. nar fredag kommer saknar jag honom sa mycket sa det ar nastan jobbigt. pa dagarna nar han ar har kan jag inte ens ga och bortsa tanderna utan att han ar med mig och ska mysa. sa fort jag tittar at hans hall sitter han dar och ler. tror aldrig nagon varit sa lycklig i min narhet som han ar. han ar lovely pa alla satt och jag onskar att jag kunde se honom varje dag.. aven om jag tror att det ar bra att jag inte gor det. vi har det sjukt bra som det ar nu. jag ar very very happy ! :)
happy ar jag ocksa for nu ar jag ledig tills pa sondag. yay ! inte sa bra for planboken kanske men vad gor det nar man kan ligga i sangen och slappa hur mycket man vill !? forhoppningsvis kommer skatten pengarna fort nu !
ska enrola i mina kurser for den har semestern imorgon och hoppas pa att jag far schemat jag bokat upp mig pa, ledig tors-sondag. very nice !
annars idag sa har det varit jobb, nar jag sluta fick jag sms av emelie dar det stog kom till nando's, jag har redan bestallt maten ! super duper ! gick till grannen pa gatan for lite middag och avsluta det sen med lite glass till efterratt har hemma i sangen dar jag aven sitter nu, lite for matt men belaten. livet ar bra harligt ibland va ?
oh.. hoppas pa utgang till veckan/helgen med, sjukt fest sugen nu alltsa. kanner for att go crazy ! hehe :)
anyways.. vila time for mig. vi hors ! puss
better together
There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song I could sing
But I can try for your heart
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things
Like a, shoebox of photographs
With sepiatone loving
Love is the answer,
At least for most of the questions in my heart
Like why are we here? and where do we go?
And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and
Sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing its always better when we're together
MMM its always better when we're together
Look at the stars when we're together
Its always better when we're together
Yeah, its always better when we're together
And all of these moments
Just might find there way into my dreams tonight
But I know that theyll be gone
When the morning light sings
And brings new things
But tomorrow night you see
That theyll be gone too
Too many things I have to do
But if all of these dreams might find there way
Into my day to day scene
Ill be under the impression
I was somewhere in between
With only two
Just me and you
Not so many things we got to do
Or places we got to be
We'll Sit beneath the mango tree
Its always better when we're together
We're somewhere in between together
Its always better when we're together
Yeah, its always better when we're together
MMmmmm MMMmmmm Mmmmmm
I believe in memories
They look so, so pretty when I sleep
Hey now, and when I wake up,
You look so pretty sleeping next to me
But there is not enough time,
And there is no song I could sing
And there is no, combination of words I could say
But I will still tell you one thing
We're Better together
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song I could sing
But I can try for your heart
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things
Like a, shoebox of photographs
With sepiatone loving
Love is the answer,
At least for most of the questions in my heart
Like why are we here? and where do we go?
And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and
Sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing its always better when we're together
MMM its always better when we're together
Look at the stars when we're together
Its always better when we're together
Yeah, its always better when we're together
And all of these moments
Just might find there way into my dreams tonight
But I know that theyll be gone
When the morning light sings
And brings new things
But tomorrow night you see
That theyll be gone too
Too many things I have to do
But if all of these dreams might find there way
Into my day to day scene
Ill be under the impression
I was somewhere in between
With only two
Just me and you
Not so many things we got to do
Or places we got to be
We'll Sit beneath the mango tree
Its always better when we're together
We're somewhere in between together
Its always better when we're together
Yeah, its always better when we're together
MMmmmm MMMmmmm Mmmmmm
I believe in memories
They look so, so pretty when I sleep
Hey now, and when I wake up,
You look so pretty sleeping next to me
But there is not enough time,
And there is no song I could sing
And there is no, combination of words I could say
But I will still tell you one thing
We're Better together
I love you anselm
james
hello,
sitter nu pa andra taget for dagen, one more to go. en javla tripp att ta sig till och fran koning family alltsa. fran buderim dar anselm bor far man forst ta bilen i ca 30 min till landsbourgh, darifran tag till caboolture och darifran tag till city, dar jag for ovrigt ska ata mcdonalds, sa hungry nu alltsa, efter det blir det tag till nerang och sen bussen hem till mig. fy fan sager jag ! om nagon tvivlat pa hur mycket jag faktiskt love den har killen sa ska ni nog ha det klart for er nu att det ar a lot !
nar jag kommer hem ar det raka vagen till work ocksa. kanns sadar lagom kul med tanke pa att jag gatt och blivit sjuk har uppe ! naja, bara ikvall och imorgon.. sen ledigt ett tag med tanke pa att paula ackel inte gillar mig alls langre och inte ger mig na javla timmar ! kan vi fa vart studielan snart tack !
hur som helst sa har det varit en harlig lugn weekend uppe pa sunshine kusten. anselm har en lovely family. pappa ar hilarious och tysken (mamma that is) kan nog vara den mysigaste lilla kvinnan pa jorden !
by the way, becca eller martina.. sugna pa en 17 arig koning brother ? anselms minsta bror ar sa sot ! hehe
humm.. borde bara vara halva vagen kvar av tag nr 2 nu. nice ! lite mysigt att aka tag anda maste jag saga. speciellt forsta, eller sista taget som det blir nar man aker norr, bara vacker natur och sma towns som man aker forbi. en av dom stors turist grejerna har upp ar glass house mountains, sjukt stora, grona fina berg som heter just glass house for att, om jag inte minns helt fel fran storyn har, james cook sag dom fran kusten nan gang nar han seglade runt har omkring pa 1700 talet och tyckte att dom sag ut som, datidens, glashus. ganska impressive om jag far saga det sjalv.
maste sova en svang eller nat tror jag. helt slut i huvudet ! laters.