All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
Yeah you do and I was made for you

You see the smile that's on my mouth
Is hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through but you do
And I was made for you...

- Brandi Carlile "The Story"

its amazing how you change as u age. and its a process where u grow, and evolve without u realizing it. your taste in music changes, taste in clothing, thirst for different things, passion for different causes.

sigh it was just a week ago that i felt all old and mellow when i realised that songs in vogue are now considered old, u know, like how we thought abba was old. and now savage garden and west life are in the same category.

my lips got all swollen and bloody. and i thought it was cos i was getting dehydrated. all my food still gets flushed dwn the toilet bowl. and only yesterday when i was talking to my all knowing and wise mum that she pointed out that i was suffering from the side effects of the anitbiotic i was taking. so the past week ive been doing more bad than good for my poor savaged body.



i want mommy and good nutritous home cooked food. =(