--peaches

How are you doing,
How was the movie,
Didn't you laugh when the man exploded,
How was your dinner,
How is the weather,
Isn't it muggy for this time of year,
And i'm sad that you're not here,
But how do your feet feel,
How was the plane ride,
Were you light-headed when the thing took off,
How is your hair done,
How has your work gone,
Have you been busy from the get-go,
Darling I'm sad that you're not here,
I'm finding it hard to wait all day,
I wanna callyou up and say,
How is the scenery,
How is the shopping,
Did you buy clothes and spend all your money,
Dow is your coffee,
How are you coping,
Have you been hoping that i'd call you,
Honey I'm sad that you're not here,
There must be a million times a day,
I wanna call you up and say,
How is your hotel,
How is your mother,
Does she get angry if you haven't called her,
How is your novel,
How is your guitar,
Did you eat peaches with your yogurt,
Honey I'm sad that you're not here.

Sentences. Gotta love 'em.

I'm in love. Guess who, Batman.

Brits are sexy, lawyers more so, and I love niggers who hate hip-hop.

God, I love you.

xx

--que me quedes tu

Que se arruinen los canales de noticias,
Con lo mucho que odio la televisión,
Que se vuelvan anticuadas las sonrisas,
Y se extingan todas las puestas de sol,
Que se supriman las doctrinas y deberes,
Que se terminen las películas de acción,
Que se destruyan en el mundo los placeres,
Y que se escriba hoy una última canción.

Let the news station channels fall to ruins,

I don't like television anyway,

Let smiles become ancient relics,

And let all sunrises be extinguished,

Let doctrines and obligations rise over us,

Let all action movies come to an end,

Let in the world, pleasures be destroyed,

And let today, the last song be written.

Pero que me quedes tú me quede tu abrazo,

Y el beso que inventas cada día,

Y que me quede aquí después del ocaso,

Para siempre tu melancolía,

Porque yo sí que dependo de tí,

Y si me quedas tú,

Me queda la vida.

But as long as I have you, as long as I have your hug,

And the kiss you invent every day,

And let me keep here after the fall,

Forever your melancholy,

Because I depend on you,

And if I still have you.

I still have life (left).

Que desaparezcan todos los vecinos,

Y se coman las sobras de mi inocencia,

Que se vayan uno a uno los amigos,

Y acribillen mi pedazo de conciencia,

Que se consuman las palabras en los labios,

Que contaminen todo el agua del planeta,

O que renuncien los filántropos y sabios,

Y que se muera hoy hasta el último poeta.

Let all neighbors disappear,

And let them eat the surpluses of my innocence,

Let friends leave, one by one,

And let them kill my share of conscience,

Let words die on lips,

Let them contaminate all the water on the planet,

Or let all philantropists and wise men resign,

And let the last poet die today.

Pero que me quedes tú y me quede tu abrazo,

Y el beso que inventas cada día,

Y que me quede aquí después del ocaso,

Para siempre tu melancolía,

Porque yo sí que dependo de tí,

Y si me quedas tú,

Me queda la vida.

But as long as I have you and as long as I have your hug,

Y que me quede aquí después del ocaso,

Forever your melancholy,

Because I do depend on you,

And if I still have you,

I still have life (left).

Currently listening to:

Que Me Quedes Tu by Shakira

(click to watch the video; translations are on the right, lyrics on the left of this page)

The woman is a genius. Respect all the way.

...

I don't care anymore.

Sia on Saturday night! I actually can't wait.

Sundress

Sundress


Everybody's trying to be the best,
What about the girl with loneliness,
I like your sundress,
I like your sundress,
What about the girl with loneliness,
From the inside out,
You're so beautiful,
I want to hold you in my hand.
I'm currently very in love with this song and this man. I originally heard it three years ago, when I was lazing around and watching TV one day during the November-December holidays with a certain someone. Click here to see Mr. Ben Kweller, gorgeous bedhead that he is (yes, I have a thing for men and bois with long, dark, lush hair. Do you have a problem with that? My future husband probably will). Heh, imagine him, gorgeous man that he'll be, constantly pushing his dark locks out of his eyes, or better still, he could let me do it for him. I lovelovelove bedheads and I have yet to meet one who deserves my love and affection, or even a second glance. Ugh, they all disgust and disappoint me. Farah, I'm spending too much time with you, you're making me picky! At this rate, I'll probably even turn down Rafa and Reeshie and Stan (I left Marat for Bunwoman, and I don't wanna date Roger), probably being the key word.
I'd do everything you want me to,
I'd do everything you want me to do.
As for blogging, I'm sorry I haven't blogged properly lately. I've been pretty damn busy, and in my haste, I've become one of those bloggers who slam a couple of pictures on my blog and throw in a few words before posting. I absolutely hate doing that (no offence to the people who read my blog and blog that way) and as long as everything goes well, I solemnly swear, on Eleni Daniilidou's abs (I don't even know if she has any, to be honest, she doesn't take her shirt off as frequently as Amelie does -- you know French people are passionate, and I guess for Amelie, taking her shirt off symbolizes passion for her. I know I get all passionate about it!) that I will never, ever do that again. I've wanted to blog so many times this week, because so much has happened, and so many funny things have been said, but I just couldn't find the time to do it -- I've honestly been studying, people. Applause, please!
I want to start going on a morning walk,
What about the days when we used to talk,
I don't need a smile from a mannequin,
I just want to hold you in my hands.
Right now, I'm feeling really, really sick. Physically sick. It’s the kind of sickness that makes me want to curl up and go to sleep, but I can’t, because my nose is stuffed like nobody’s business and my ears are blocked. Daddy came home from his Psychology lecture today (he’s lecturing on weekends at that woman Veronica’s place – yeah, the one that farts) and made roast chicken, and generally, I love his roast chicken (and all the other food he makes, since mom has decided to keep us alive and not feed us her cooking), but I couldn’t eat a bite. Surprisingly, lately he’s been really nice and supportive of me which is a huge, pleasant change from him constantly nagging me to play the violin, but mom’s been the one who’s constantly on my case to study, study and study some more. Not to mention, she wants me to lose weight. Hell, woman, can’t you see that I’m trying? And I blame you for the ass.
I'd do everything you want me to,
I'd do everything you want me to do.
Oh, I almost forgot. Easter lunch at Grandma’s last weekend was fun! This is what we talked about at the table.
Nick: I think, if Amelie dumps Marie, she’ll become a nun, since she and her family were gonna live on Amelie’s lesbian fortune.
Naz: Um, you mean, like Steph?
Nick: *incredulous* How is Steph a lesbian fortune?
Me: Eh, hello – a million and one women would die to be seen with me, okay.
Naz: All we can say to Marie is – get thee to a nunnery! Like Hamlet said to Ophelia.
Me: So Hamlet said it to Marie? *confused look*
Nick: Ohmygod, Marie might be pregnant with Hamlet’s baby!
Naz: Ugh, models and their fake noses. I think Marie has had rhinoplasty… and those pictures of her on the beach that make Steph feel awful about her tummy prove that she’s had liposuction on her belly.
Nick: And she’s planning to get implants when she gives birth to Hamlet’s baby! To make her boobs look good again.
Me: I’d like to think that Marie is a virgin, because then Amelie will be a virgin and I can give my virginity to her happily, and get hers.
Naz: *lawyer voice* I think Amelie should be smart and get a good prenuptial agreement before she married Marie and has to pay for her plastic surgery.
I absolutely love these two with all my heart. They make me laugh like nobody else can.
From the inside out,
You've changed, girl,
You know you have,
Don't make a good thing bad,
Just let me hold you in my hands.
Anyway, I’ve got a disgustingly busy week ahead of me, and there’s Sia on Saturday night! Be very fucking jealous that I have tickets to the gig. Honestly, I don’t really want to go, but Naz does, so we’re gonna go together, like the CSS thing. Naz kept saying, “Ohmygod, ohmygod, Sia Furler! Cancel all your other plans, we’re going!” and getting so worked up about it, so I though that since Naz can be so damn patient about my random crushes on Amelie (and everyone else), I’ll be patient this time and go to see Sia with Naz, because Naz would obviously go to see Amelie with me, when she comes. Here, Naz pauses to ask me, studying my face and waiting for my reaction over the top of rectangular, black metal-framed glasses, “How many times would you get to see Sia Furler live?”. I answer, “None, because I don’t even like Sia that much, anyway.”
I do everything you want me to,
I do everything you want me to do,
Do. do for you.

Have a great weekend (what's left of it, anyway),
Steph

:)

Eleni Daniilidou is fine as hell. Mmhmm. And I told you chicas that Richard Gasquet was a hottie!

Reeshie the cutie. God, the smile on that boy.

And Eleni is kinda cute, too, in the Daniela Sea kinda way, no?
At least, according to AshMelissaEvasexybuttRubyPhee and lots of other people.
I still think Ame's the hottest hottie ever, though.

Dignified, per usual. So f*ckin' aw-factor, right?

I love.

--random.

They won. Awww!

Lalaposes. Serena. Me. Katrina.

Two random pictures from whenever.

...thinking out loud?

I wonder what you'd say if you knew I still cry sometimes, over the smallest things that make me think of you -- if you'd tell me to stuff it, or you'd hold me and make me laugh like you used to when I was little.

With these things there's no telling, we'll just have to wait and see.♥

"Steph, you listen to weird music. It's so... dark."

"Fiona Apple is not the lesbian! She's the anorexic."

(click on my playlist till you get Fiona Apple)

--why it pays to be a spoiled brat.

Brand new Nikes on their way to me in the mail. Mail-ordered, bitches! I rock, no?

...be very jealous, for they are owned by ViKa.