THE TALES OF LIVING

Tonight it is just Jeremiah Weed and I, ah nice and relaxing.

You must've fallen down from out of the sky
When you were too high from flying around
I swear to god you must be some kind of ghost in disguise
The way you haunt me when it comes down

He take a one step forward, one step back 
And it's all a part of his attack 
He take a one step forward, one step back 
Cause he knows I like that 

Somebody turn up the fan 

I better watch my hands 

It is all I ever wanted

Trying to swallow a painkiller with coffee creates more of a struggle than water, due to the coffee being warm and having different effect on the procedure compared to water.

Loosen up the frown, make them feel alive 

You're gone and I got to stay high 
All the time to keep you off my mind

One of my friends just revealed something very personal to me. At the time I found it strange, I questioned the medium of the conversation as well as me as the recepicent. But the more I look at it, the more I get it.

The information revealed was about him and his relationship.

I questioned why he was telling me this because, years and years ago there used to be a little something between us - now long dead and buried.
I get it know, just because of that fact and the fact that we've been friends for 8 years - he felt like he could come to me.

The medium this conversation was put through was Facebook chat - at the time I was questioning it. Not seeming like a very comfortable or constructive way of telling a rather complex story.
I get it now, it was a fairly exposing story possible nicer to tell it in writing. Plus who has not used Facebook chat late, late very late at night as a digital confessional?

So I guess in the light of day it all makes sense. It just a strange feeling when you realise who much someone trusts you, when that realisation actually surprises you.

It really annoys me when business men read a clearly labelled 'Confidential Contract' on a busy tube carriage. Not very private or confidential is it?

Is because I don't expect anything from you.
I know that if I don't reach out to you every once in a while - I would vanish from your mind.
But that's okay. I don't expect anything from you. I don't want anything from you.
But I can still enjoy your company. I can still like to occasionally like to have you around.

However, I am both Hot and Cold because you always act like you have no feelings...

As you may or may not know. I work in West London and live in North London, it takes me a good 45 minutes on the tube. You readers who do not live in London may not know this, but like in any major city (I would imagine) different neighbourhoods have a different feel to them. What is surprising with London is that you can turn the corner and pretty much go from nice street to rough street. However, when you start traveling a little bit (like I do - North to West it feels like a different world).

The look of the place

West
Obviously certain parts of West London, like the place I work in is really well off, so the streets are all nice and pretty. The houses are prettier, more luxurious and maintained to a better level. Even the tube station (subway) is looking a lot posher.

North
So our houses may be a little bit run down, we have more estates and closer placed together. But in my heart I look at the buildings in my neighbourhood and think that they have got soul.

The people you meet on the street

West
Every single person in the street is very well dressed. But what really annoys me about them is - they walk like the own the street. No respect. On a very small pavement they will walk two next to each other - pushing me up next to the wall to the point where I'm brushed up again it.

North
So we may have some sketchy characters, but at least people will get out of your way and let you walk in peace when you are walking along the pavement.

The people running the shops

West
It is purely business no small talk, no nothing. I went to a shop at lunch and they don't really like to converse. The people running the shops look they don't really care about you.

North
Where I live the shopkeepers will talk to you about: The weather, politics, what you are doing that night/weekend, what's going on with them/you - anything under the sun.


Maybe I am just being a little bit judgmental about West London, but I am a North London girl. My ends have always been good to me. The people may not look well put together all of the time, but they are nice people and the neighrbourhood has a lot of charm and familiarity to me.

Conclusion: I don't think I could live in West London...