Sitting, Waiting, Wishing

"Sitting, Waiting, Wishing" - Jack Johnson

Now I was sitting waiting wishing
That you believed in superstitions
Then maybe you'd see the signs
But Lord knows that this world is cruel
And I ain't the Lord, no I'm just a fool
Learning loving somebody don't make them love you

Must I always be waiting waiting on you?
Must I always be playing playing your fool?

I sing ya songs I dance a dance
I gave ya friends all a chance
Putting up with them wasn't worth never having you
And maybe you been through this before
But its my first time
So please ignore
The next few lines cause they're directed at you

I cant always be waiting waiting on you
I cant always be playing playing your fool
I keep playing your part
But its not my scene
Wont this plot not twist?
I've had enough mystery.
Keep building me up, then shooting me down
Well im already down
Just wait a minute
Just sitting waiting
Just wait a minute
Just sitting waiting

Well if I was in your position
Id put down all my ammunition
I'd wondered why'd it taken me so long
But Lord knows that I'm not you
And If I was I wouldn't be so cruel
Cause waiting on love ain't so easy to do

Must I always be waiting waiting on you?
Must I always be playing playing your fool?
No I cant always be waiting waiting on you
I cant always be playing playing your fool, foool

9 dager igjen...

Jeg forsoker aa nyte siste tiden paa reise i fulle drag, men maa vel innromme at i hodet er jeg naa hjemme. Kanskje spesielt siden jeg ble ganske braatt dratt tilbake og ble tvunget til aa tenke paa hva som venter der hjemme i gamlelandet. Jeg har virkelig hatt det helt fantastiskt disse 4 maanedene, og det er mye som har skjedd, men det er ogsaa lett aa glemme og ignorere. Det sies vel at jeg skal nyte aa lenge jeg kan, og det gjor jeg, men akkurat naa foles faktiskt en uke veldig lenge. Det har nok noe aa gjore med at jeg er lei av aa feste, kroppen orker ikke mer, og jeg vil ut av byen. Derfor reiser jeg imorgen nordover, 2 dager for meg selv, samle tankene, foer jeg moete opp svenske venner (jenter!) i Mendoza for en herlig avslutning!:)

Come back to me

For tiden forsoker noen aa si meg noe, men klarer ikke helt aa ordlegge seg. Det gjor Minor Majority. og jeg tror det som forsokes sies er noe lignende...

Come back to me
Come back to me and all the things you knew
Come back to me
there´s a million things we never got to do
I like to think of me and you
is a little more than what we left behind
It´s funny how when things go wrong
my love for you grows stronger everytime

And it´s so easy letting go
now that everybody knows
there are times when you´re not able to make that choice

Come back to me
Cause maybe I wont make it on my own
The words we chose and the efforts made to put eachother down
The voice that keeps presuing me
and I should have acted diffrently, I know
But everytime you get to close
i tend to run away from you, my love

Now I ask being part of your side
Sure miss being kept at night
How I miss being part of your side
Sure miss being kept at night

Come back to me
and it´s so easy letting go
now that everybody knows
There are times when you´re not able to make that choice....

Dessverre er jeg likevel ikke overbevist, selv med Minor Majoritys formuleringer..

Ekte kjaerlighet!

som kanskje varer livet ut?

Love is a loosing game

jeg skulle aldrig ha sagt noe...
Det som jeg virkelig ikke trodde skulle skje har skjedd...

kjaerlighetsaerklaering paa epost fra en som befinner seg paa andre siden av jorden, en skorpion.

Hva naa? jeg kan ikke noe for at hjertet banker ekstra mye, men samtidig har man jo faatt litt perspektiv paa saker og ting paa denne reisen.

Tror dette er noe som maa haanteres paa hjemmeplan, akkurat naa koser seg meg for masse med soete argentinere paa irske puber, og fikk kysse Mika lookalike igaar!
"Relax! take it eeeeeasy!..."

Horoskpmatch

Dagens horoskop paa facebook sier at jeg matcher:

en skorpion!! med navn Jonathan...

De tar tydligvis veldig feil!...

Soet som sukker..

Tilbake i BA..
Ringer paa doren til kollektivet
og hvem aapner???

joda, svensken...
og den svenske kjaersten (?)!!!
piiinlig..

Hvorfor maa han vaere saa soet???

Jeg bor naa paa et hostel ikke saa langt ifra..