Friday, July 03, 2009

friday fever

well not exactly a fever but my mind is open and i am just going to drop whatever comes in,i dont feel like structured writing for any 'wows' i just wanna be.
do you ever get like that?
oh and if i am not mistaken Robyn is in the country? are you, love? waiting to see you so we catch up real gooooood.
all week a certain poem has been plaguing my mind, i knew where i could find it and kept seeing the hard cover of the book that cased this poem, so last night in thoes of sleep, i decided to get up anyhow and look for it and voila! there it was it, refreshed my memry and decided to blog it... coz i am still puzzled as to what it could mean- for 14 years now. wow!thats how long i have had it

MADE DRUNK TO LOVE YOU is the title
(ahem!) thats me not part of the poem

'made drunk to love you,
sober to fit your curves
three o'clock and the stars shine
and the moon stays behind the hill'


so- what the heck does this poem mean?

apart from that, my dad is in outside countries and i am actually chatting with him, how cool is that? i mean daddies dont know one thing about technology, or if they do they really try to be arrogant about not learning but noooooo this old fella is really chatting.

it is really cold too and i got a cookie in my bag that i want to eat bu the idea of getting up to make me a cup of tea takes forever in this place so i will sit here untill my stomach grawls and roars and maes a huge mess of my insdies before i move outta this chair.
i know my weeeknd wont be really eventful only that i have a 3 in 1 goosebumps collection i will read ( i finished one story already)
so i imagine apart from sleeping...oh and visiting on sunday, i shall be a total house worm, eating away at anything edible.
enjoy your friday and the rest of your weekend people.

6 whatevers:

the emrys said...

poetic socks

Mudamuli said...

Hmmm...that poem is deep. But I don't know it's meaning.

Ugandan girl said...

thats the kind of peom i will have to read over and over again befor i actually get it. Are you sure thats just it...eehh you chat with your day. Its taken me 5 year to teach my dad how to use loud speaker but atleast he has learnt to txt he is even better than me...sometimes i think i am him and he is me.
Robyn is in ug...you sure....?

sleek said...

strange poem that..has u twisting it,tryna make sense..enjoy the days in; write us some posts eh?

Emi's said...

The poem is kinda asinine, maybe it does have some other meaning but am not killing off anymore brain cells trying to figure it out

My dad? I've given up teaching him any new stuff, he's traditional beliefs and values are more comfy for him

Hope you had a great weekend

savvy said...

Surprisingly, I think I understood the poem.