I feel so suffocated I just had to blog it out.
My grandma is driving me up the wall with her incessant nagging. And I really mean INCESSANT. She don't just say it once or say it twice. She can say it 10 times a day!!! And I am NOT exaggerating. She wants to control what time I eat, sleep and shower........... and I'm not gonna give in to her. I am a free-spirit that doesn't want to be controlled. Maybe when I was 12 years old, she could do that, but not when I am a freaking 22-yr-old adult. I wish I can walk up to her, strike a Gaga-ish pose and say, " I'm a free bi*ch baby! " Hahahahahaha. Look at this video, I almost cried because I felt so much connection with the song and the performance. Blast up your speakers to max volume cos it's soft and you absolutely cannot miss the WOW effect at 4.08 mins!!
Edited Lyrics of Dance in the Dark
Silicone,
Saline,
Poison,
Inject me
and baby I'm a free
bi*ch;
I'm a free
bi*ch.
Some girls won't dance to the beat of the track.
She won't walk away, but she won't look back.
She looks good but her GRANDMA says she's a mess,
she's a mess,
she's a mess,
Now the girl is stressed.
she's a mess,
she's a mess,
she's a mess,
she's a mess.
Baby loves to dance in the dark,
'Cuz when she's lookin' she falls apart.
Baby loves to dance in the dark.
She looks good but her GRANDMA says she's a tramp,
she's a tramp,
she's a vamp,
but she still does her dance.
she's a tramp,
she's a vamp,
but she still kills the dance.
In the dark,
She loves to dance in the dark,
in the dark,
she loves, she loves to dance in the dark.
Marilyn,
Judy,
Sylvia,
Tell 'em how you feel girls.
Work your blonde
Benet Ramsey haunt like Liberace
Find your freedom in the music,
find your Jesus,
find your Cupid.
You will never fall apart,
Diana you're still in our hearts.
Never let you fall apart,
together we'll dance in the dark.
Saline,
Poison,
Inject me
and baby I'm a free
bi*ch;
I'm a free
bi*ch.
Some girls won't dance to the beat of the track.
She won't walk away, but she won't look back.
She looks good but her GRANDMA says she's a mess,
she's a mess,
she's a mess,
Now the girl is stressed.
she's a mess,
she's a mess,
she's a mess,
she's a mess.
Baby loves to dance in the dark,
'Cuz when she's lookin' she falls apart.
Baby loves to dance in the dark.
She looks good but her GRANDMA says she's a tramp,
she's a tramp,
she's a vamp,
but she still does her dance.
she's a tramp,
she's a vamp,
but she still kills the dance.
In the dark,
She loves to dance in the dark,
in the dark,
she loves, she loves to dance in the dark.
Marilyn,
Judy,
Sylvia,
Tell 'em how you feel girls.
Work your blonde
Benet Ramsey haunt like Liberace
Find your freedom in the music,
find your Jesus,
find your Cupid.
You will never fall apart,
Diana you're still in our hearts.
Never let you fall apart,
together we'll dance in the dark.
Hai.... In absolutes, be absolute, but in gray areas, give people the freedom to be who they like to be. Why don't they get it. HUGE generation gap. I hate dead traditions, hate controlling mindsets.
B. Darren once said, " In the presence of control, there can only be rebellion." Creative pple hate to be controlled, creative pple function differently from most people. Aiya, why do I even bother to explain. I am sick and tired of pple saying things that make me feel bad or guilty about myself. I am a good girl. A girl that doesn't smoke, doesn't gamble, doesn't steal, a girl of compassion that wants to help the less fortunate..... a girl that has a lot of ideas, a lot of big dreams.
I'm just not their typical traditional girl that cooks, cleans, washes and gives in to all their demands kind, and they just cannot accept it. They just can't love and accept me for who I am, who I really really am on the inside. But I've long given up on this desire already, cos I know them so well but they dunno peanuts about me.
Dear boyfriend, please marry me quickly. I am too poor now to rent a room of my own outside and it is too miserable and stressful for me to stay here. I need to come home to a shelter where I can let down my hair and breathe, where I can be free to be me after fighting my battles in the marketplace. My home is the last place I want a lot of noise and stress, it creates a huge psychological toll on me. I beg you. Please hurrry. ='( Otherwise, I need to start spending an extra $600, $700 every month to rent a room and they might still haunt me down.
God, please help Aaron to help me and please help me to help Aaron and help myself cos I can't stay in this pseudo-home for long. I want to be let out of the cage. I want to fly. And I will do whatever it takes to get there.
If my bf says to me, " I'll never let you fall apart, let's dance in the dark." I will melt... Ahhh, I'm a hopeful romantic!
Let's dance in the dark people. We never have to fall apart.
