caught in a landslide

Wake up the dawn and ask her why
A dreamer dream she never dies
Wipe that tear now from your eye
Slowly walking up the hall
Faster than a cannon ball
Where were you when we were getting high?

Someday you will find me
Caught beneath a landslide
With champagne supernova in the sky
Someday you will find me
Caught beneath a landslide
With champagne supernova in the sky

One of the best Oasis songs in their catalog, and one that just speaks to everyone, even when 'champagne supernova' could mean anything. Great, great song.


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Whatever reasons you may have, from strict families to your same chants of 'I can't just fight!', this is getting out of hand.

I do not know what is in your mind, but your adherence to inflexibility is beyond my understanding. I cannot comprehend why your words do not constantly match your actions. It takes consistency to maintain a relationship, a plateau in a words-match-action graph invisibly hidden but graspable meter that is present in every couple's mind.

Maybe it is because I am born in a semi-Western influenced family, where independence is a norm, or maybe it is just because I just do not know what you are doing at all. You talked the talk, you walk the walk. It is as simple as that. It takes even the likes of Guy Fieri to notice the amount of inconsistencies in the graph.

Your take on authority is commendable, but inflexible. Perhaps one day, just one day, you might realize that your parents will never be able to control your own life, and you can actually choose a path in your life, a road where both you and your parents are satisfied with, one that can you yourself could control.

This is no chicken soup, but I plead you, I beg you, please, please, for once, make one decision that you are happy with and bloody stick with it.

Please?


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I cannot wait for this sodding holiday to be over and get out of this slump I am in right now. These past few days have taken a toll in me, and I do not have the pleasure to be genuinely happy anymore.

Thank you, You. Without you, I would not have remembered how being in a relationship during student days could produce so much angst and disappointment, with a teeny-tiny serving of anger.

Oh, Life. Welcome back.