I saw this article on Yahoo and it just reminded me of that British remake of the Longest Yard. I just couldn't help but laugh after reading the last paragraph.
Player sets unwanted record with three-second dismissal
Dec 29, 9:35 am EST
By Mitch Phillips
LONDON, Dec 29 (Reuters) - A player with English minor league club Chippenham Town has set a record for the fastest-red card in senior soccer when he was sent off for a wild tackle three seconds after kickoff, British media reported on Monday.
Striker David Pratt, 21, was dismissed in a Southern Premier League game against Bashley on Saturday.
The previous fastest sending-off is generally accepted to be 10 seconds for Bologna’s Giuseppe Lorenzo after he struck an opponent in a 1990 Italian league game.
English soccer’s previous “best” was 13 seconds when Sheffield Wednesday goalkeeper Kevin Pressman handled outside his box in a game in 2000.
Also in 2000 an English amateur player, Lee Todd, was sent off after two seconds when he responded to the referee’s whistle to start the game by saying “xxxx me, that was loud” and was dismissed for foul and abusive language.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Amos Lee-Skipping Stone
I don't know if I can do this alone
Oh after all our sweet love is flown
I've been a running
I've been skipping like a stone
And I don't know if I
I can do this all alone
When I met her she was standing by a door
I ain't never seen a light like that before
Now she's left me for something more sure
And I don't know if I
I can do this anymore
'Cause lovers will come, lovers will go
This rare seed are from which true love might grow
If you see her, won't you please say hello
'Cause I don't know if I can do this alone
Oh after all our sweet love is flown
I've been a running
I've been skipping like a stone
And I don't know if I
I can do this all alone
When I met her she was standing by a door
I ain't never seen a light like that before
Now she's left me for something more sure
And I don't know if I
I can do this anymore
'Cause lovers will come, lovers will go
This rare seed are from which true love might grow
If you see her, won't you please say hello
'Cause I don't know if I can do this alone
Adele-Make You Feel My Love
I'm not sure but I think it's originally sang by Bob Dylan. In any case, I like this version better. Simple and nice.
When the rain
Is blowing in your face
And the whole world
Is on your case
I could offer you
A warm embrace
To make you feel my love
When the evening shadows
And the stars appear
And there is no one there
To dry your tears
I could hold you
For a million years
To make you feel my love
I know you
Haven't made
Your mind up yet
But I would never
Do you wrong
I've known it
From the moment
That we met
No doubt in my mind
Where you belong
I'd go hungry
I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling
Down the avenue
No, there's nothing
That I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love
The storms are raging
On the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret
Though winds of change
Are throwing wild and free
You ain't seen nothing
Like me yet
I could make you happy
Make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends
Of the Earth for you
To make you feel my love
When the rain
Is blowing in your face
And the whole world
Is on your case
I could offer you
A warm embrace
To make you feel my love
When the evening shadows
And the stars appear
And there is no one there
To dry your tears
I could hold you
For a million years
To make you feel my love
I know you
Haven't made
Your mind up yet
But I would never
Do you wrong
I've known it
From the moment
That we met
No doubt in my mind
Where you belong
I'd go hungry
I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling
Down the avenue
No, there's nothing
That I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love
The storms are raging
On the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret
Though winds of change
Are throwing wild and free
You ain't seen nothing
Like me yet
I could make you happy
Make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends
Of the Earth for you
To make you feel my love
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Von Trapps Are Reunited, Without the Singing
I think this is a very interesting article. Is it always enjoyable to live with the last name that comes from a line of well-known legacy or heritage? I'm not so sure, you decide. But this article gives a great look into the real world that's not alwyas full of singing and story-book endings.
Full article at: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/25/business/25vontrapp.html?no_interstitial
Johannes von Trapp with his mother, Maria, in 1984. The von Trapp family was depicted in the movie “The Sound of Music,” in which Julie Andrews portrayed Mrs. von Trapp.
STOWE, Vt. — When Sam von Trapp, the grandson of Maria, the singing nun made famous by “The Sound of Music,” graduated from college, his father offered him a deal: Sam could do whatever he wanted for 10 years before he had to return home here to run the family’s ski lodge.
His father started calling him to come home after six years.
When Mr. von Trapp finally returned to take over from his father, Johannes, he had had quite a decade: teaching skiing in Aspen, modeling for Ralph Lauren, surfing in Chile and even making People magazine’s America’s Top 50 Bachelors list in 2001. Recently, he sat in a dark office at the Trapp Family Lodge, the inn his grandmother started, trying to decide what to do with some old curtains.
It is hard for anyone to untangle family history and allegiances during the holidays. When your last name is von Trapp, and Americans claim you as part of their own legacy, that task is just that much harder.
That legacy weighs on Mr. von Trapp even as he considers something as mundane as curtains.
In “The Sound of Music,” the beloved 1965 movie, Maria, the governess played by Julie Andrews, turned old curtains into play clothes for the seven von Trapp children, just as the real Maria had done. Mr. von Trapp figured that if he sold von Trapp draperies on eBay, he might turn a nice little profit.
“Nobody has the level of commitment I do,” said Mr. von Trapp, now 36, but with the energy and earnestness of a teenager. “Nobody has as much to gain.”
Despite the nostalgic mist around “The Sound of Music," Mr. von Trapp is taking over a business for a family that has had its share of ups and downs and disagreements.
When the von Trapps arrived in the United States in 1938, they settled in Pennsylvania and made money by singing baroque and folk music. By 1942, the family had bought a farm in Stowe. Maria rented out rooms in the house when the von Trapps were on tour singing.
Still, Johannes von Trapp, the 10th and youngest child, remembers growing up relatively anonymously in a quiet, strict home. That began to shift after the 1959 Broadway production of Rodgers and Hammerstein’s “The Sound of Music,” and when the movie opened, everything changed.
“You could no longer give your name anywhere without people saying ‘Oh, are you ... ?’ ” said the elder Mr. von Trapp, now 69. “The film, for better or for worse, made us a mass market commodity.”
Full article at: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/25/business/25vontrapp.html?no_interstitial
Johannes von Trapp with his mother, Maria, in 1984. The von Trapp family was depicted in the movie “The Sound of Music,” in which Julie Andrews portrayed Mrs. von Trapp.
STOWE, Vt. — When Sam von Trapp, the grandson of Maria, the singing nun made famous by “The Sound of Music,” graduated from college, his father offered him a deal: Sam could do whatever he wanted for 10 years before he had to return home here to run the family’s ski lodge.
His father started calling him to come home after six years.
When Mr. von Trapp finally returned to take over from his father, Johannes, he had had quite a decade: teaching skiing in Aspen, modeling for Ralph Lauren, surfing in Chile and even making People magazine’s America’s Top 50 Bachelors list in 2001. Recently, he sat in a dark office at the Trapp Family Lodge, the inn his grandmother started, trying to decide what to do with some old curtains.
It is hard for anyone to untangle family history and allegiances during the holidays. When your last name is von Trapp, and Americans claim you as part of their own legacy, that task is just that much harder.
That legacy weighs on Mr. von Trapp even as he considers something as mundane as curtains.
In “The Sound of Music,” the beloved 1965 movie, Maria, the governess played by Julie Andrews, turned old curtains into play clothes for the seven von Trapp children, just as the real Maria had done. Mr. von Trapp figured that if he sold von Trapp draperies on eBay, he might turn a nice little profit.
“Nobody has the level of commitment I do,” said Mr. von Trapp, now 36, but with the energy and earnestness of a teenager. “Nobody has as much to gain.”
Despite the nostalgic mist around “The Sound of Music," Mr. von Trapp is taking over a business for a family that has had its share of ups and downs and disagreements.
When the von Trapps arrived in the United States in 1938, they settled in Pennsylvania and made money by singing baroque and folk music. By 1942, the family had bought a farm in Stowe. Maria rented out rooms in the house when the von Trapps were on tour singing.
Still, Johannes von Trapp, the 10th and youngest child, remembers growing up relatively anonymously in a quiet, strict home. That began to shift after the 1959 Broadway production of Rodgers and Hammerstein’s “The Sound of Music,” and when the movie opened, everything changed.
“You could no longer give your name anywhere without people saying ‘Oh, are you ... ?’ ” said the elder Mr. von Trapp, now 69. “The film, for better or for worse, made us a mass market commodity.”
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Donavon Frankenreiter-Swing On Down
in the morning when the sun still shines
the last star lingers in the pale blue sky
that's when i know you're around
said that's when i know you're around
and in the evenin' when the light comes through the trees
the birds sing a song as if they're singin' to me
that's when i know you're around
said that's when i know you're around
i'm dreamin' if you could, swing on down, swing on down to me
i wanna know if you would swing on down, swing on down to me
every time i see somethin' like that... (swing on down, swing on down to me)
i want you to ... (swing on down, swing on down to me)
baby, won't you just ... (swing on down to me)
every time the rain comes out but the sun still wants to shout
that's when i know you're around
i said that's when i know you're around
ya know all the colors, they just speak to me
tell me stories of how it used to be when you were still around
i wish you were still around
cause i want you to swing on down
swing on down to me
from the clouds won't you just, swing on down to me
baby won't you just swing on down to me
i wanna see you today
i want you to swing on down to me
it's gonna feel so good
and all the colors they tell me things
the birds in the trees
and the stars in the sky
the last star lingers in the pale blue sky
that's when i know you're around
said that's when i know you're around
and in the evenin' when the light comes through the trees
the birds sing a song as if they're singin' to me
that's when i know you're around
said that's when i know you're around
i'm dreamin' if you could, swing on down, swing on down to me
i wanna know if you would swing on down, swing on down to me
every time i see somethin' like that... (swing on down, swing on down to me)
i want you to ... (swing on down, swing on down to me)
baby, won't you just ... (swing on down to me)
every time the rain comes out but the sun still wants to shout
that's when i know you're around
i said that's when i know you're around
ya know all the colors, they just speak to me
tell me stories of how it used to be when you were still around
i wish you were still around
cause i want you to swing on down
swing on down to me
from the clouds won't you just, swing on down to me
baby won't you just swing on down to me
i wanna see you today
i want you to swing on down to me
it's gonna feel so good
and all the colors they tell me things
the birds in the trees
and the stars in the sky
Monday, December 22, 2008
Strong-Willed Pig
The world has lately been a little bit blue. Toyota will lose money for the first time in 70 years; Bernard Madoff embezzled billions while kids in Zimbabwe scrape corns on the road for food; and a journalist tortured in jail for throwing a lousy shoe. I think perhaps we all need a little break from the heartbreak.
Full article at: http://www.iht.com/articles/2008/12/22/asia/pig.php
HONG KONG-A pig that survived on charcoal and rainwater for 36 days while trapped under earthquake debris has been voted China's most inspirational animal for 2008, according to state media.
The 7.9-magnitude quake that struck Sichuan Province on May 12 collapsed schools, bridges, dams, houses - and a farm shed that trapped the pig. When it was finally rescued June 17, the animal was a mere slip of a thing at 50 kilograms, or 110 pounds, down from its pre-quake weight of 150 kilograms.
The farmers who owned the pig sold him for $430 to Fan Jianchuan, the owner of a private museum in the ancient town of Anren, near the city of Chengdu. Fan put the plucky survivor into a livestock exhibit at the museum and gave him a new name - Zhu Jianqiang, meaning Strong-Willed Pig. Fan also took out a 10-year life insurance policy on the pig, who became a nationwide media sensation.
Full article at: http://www.iht.com/articles/2008/12/22/asia/pig.php
HONG KONG-A pig that survived on charcoal and rainwater for 36 days while trapped under earthquake debris has been voted China's most inspirational animal for 2008, according to state media.
The 7.9-magnitude quake that struck Sichuan Province on May 12 collapsed schools, bridges, dams, houses - and a farm shed that trapped the pig. When it was finally rescued June 17, the animal was a mere slip of a thing at 50 kilograms, or 110 pounds, down from its pre-quake weight of 150 kilograms.
The farmers who owned the pig sold him for $430 to Fan Jianchuan, the owner of a private museum in the ancient town of Anren, near the city of Chengdu. Fan put the plucky survivor into a livestock exhibit at the museum and gave him a new name - Zhu Jianqiang, meaning Strong-Willed Pig. Fan also took out a 10-year life insurance policy on the pig, who became a nationwide media sensation.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Mee You There
Death is full of irony.
It makes us understand the real beauty of life. That is, it puts life in a neat and clear perspective; seize every moment and give all the love you have. At the same time, this beautiful moment of clarity comes at the prize of a loss, something or someone that we may never get back.
Perhaps even that notion, the yearning to get someone back and the pain of losing that person is also the root of our predicament. We can't seem to get over our mental obstacle and make peace with ourselves to grasp this cruel and natural circle of life.
I pour whatever feelings I have onto this little space the size of a 15-inch screen to empty out my heart and soul. Because perhaps I hope the person I'm thinking of might be on the other side reading my very word. Not this time though.
Grandma, I'm not a religious person but I do hope and believe you're in a better place. Not because of any other reason but simply that you deserve it. Lately I've been getting flashbacks of those summers I spent with you; those early morning hikes to the closeby hill and those quite summer noons when the world seemed to stop and nap.
Dad said you would understand why I can't be with you. But somehow I can't shake the feeling of regret. Four years ago I promised you to graduate in front of your eyes and you gleefully agreed and looked forward to the day when I would take the diploma in front of your eyes. That day came and went and I assured you again that I would visit you soon. Apparently not soon enough.
So here I am, hoping heaven has internet access because I don't know any other way to do this. Thank you for loving me so much the way you did. I've always felt proud and safe with you. I'm so sorry I wasn't there when you passed but I carry you in my thoughts everyday. I'm sorry for not being there and I hope you know how much I think of you.
This Christmas will be a bit colder without you, but I still like to thank you for making me realize life is not determined by possession. The love you give is the only thing that makes you rich. I will remember you always as I strive to make my own prints in the world.
To my family. Mom and dad, thank you not only for everything you have given me; but also being there to give me the strength to carry on and be strong when I feel alone with no one in sight. I'm sorry it took me this long to realize that I need to tell you how I feel. Alan, I see you grow into a better person than I am; you just have remember to keep trying.
To that special someone. I'm sorry it never dawned on me to tell you this; but I'm sorry you weren't always treated as special as you meant to me. Not that I didn't try, it's just that when you get so comfortable with someone it becomes, well, natural. But I forgot even those closest to you need to be shown how much you love them. So perhaps this is my lesson. As much as it hurts me to think of you and...Well, let's just say I've realized after trying to move on I still feel very much the same way about you. I just hope you haven't completely forgotten about what we had.
This Christmas is sure to get a bit lonely and empty. But I will keep all of you with me as I try to make something of myself. Life is full of drama and I believe if you cant' see that, then you might take a lot of things for granted. I've been guilty of that and every night I pay my price.
Seasons greetings and all my love, wherever I am I'll always be thinking of all of you.
It makes us understand the real beauty of life. That is, it puts life in a neat and clear perspective; seize every moment and give all the love you have. At the same time, this beautiful moment of clarity comes at the prize of a loss, something or someone that we may never get back.
Perhaps even that notion, the yearning to get someone back and the pain of losing that person is also the root of our predicament. We can't seem to get over our mental obstacle and make peace with ourselves to grasp this cruel and natural circle of life.
I pour whatever feelings I have onto this little space the size of a 15-inch screen to empty out my heart and soul. Because perhaps I hope the person I'm thinking of might be on the other side reading my very word. Not this time though.
Grandma, I'm not a religious person but I do hope and believe you're in a better place. Not because of any other reason but simply that you deserve it. Lately I've been getting flashbacks of those summers I spent with you; those early morning hikes to the closeby hill and those quite summer noons when the world seemed to stop and nap.
Dad said you would understand why I can't be with you. But somehow I can't shake the feeling of regret. Four years ago I promised you to graduate in front of your eyes and you gleefully agreed and looked forward to the day when I would take the diploma in front of your eyes. That day came and went and I assured you again that I would visit you soon. Apparently not soon enough.
So here I am, hoping heaven has internet access because I don't know any other way to do this. Thank you for loving me so much the way you did. I've always felt proud and safe with you. I'm so sorry I wasn't there when you passed but I carry you in my thoughts everyday. I'm sorry for not being there and I hope you know how much I think of you.
This Christmas will be a bit colder without you, but I still like to thank you for making me realize life is not determined by possession. The love you give is the only thing that makes you rich. I will remember you always as I strive to make my own prints in the world.
To my family. Mom and dad, thank you not only for everything you have given me; but also being there to give me the strength to carry on and be strong when I feel alone with no one in sight. I'm sorry it took me this long to realize that I need to tell you how I feel. Alan, I see you grow into a better person than I am; you just have remember to keep trying.
To that special someone. I'm sorry it never dawned on me to tell you this; but I'm sorry you weren't always treated as special as you meant to me. Not that I didn't try, it's just that when you get so comfortable with someone it becomes, well, natural. But I forgot even those closest to you need to be shown how much you love them. So perhaps this is my lesson. As much as it hurts me to think of you and...Well, let's just say I've realized after trying to move on I still feel very much the same way about you. I just hope you haven't completely forgotten about what we had.
This Christmas is sure to get a bit lonely and empty. But I will keep all of you with me as I try to make something of myself. Life is full of drama and I believe if you cant' see that, then you might take a lot of things for granted. I've been guilty of that and every night I pay my price.
Seasons greetings and all my love, wherever I am I'll always be thinking of all of you.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Newton Faulkner-Dream Catch Me
Every time I close my eyes
It’s you and I know now
Who I am
Yea yea yea and I know now
There’s a place I go
When I’m alone
Do anything I want
Be anyone I wanna be
But it is us I see
And I cannot believe I’m fallin
That’s where I’m goin
Where are you goin
Hold it close won’t let this go
Dream catch me, yea
Dream catch me when I fall
Or else I won’t come back at all
You do so much
That you don’t know
It’s true
And I know now
Who I am
Yea yea yea
And I know now
There’s a place I go
When I’m alone
Do anything I want
Be anyone I wanna be
But it is us I see
And I cannot believe I’m fallin
That’s where I’m goin
Where are you goin
Hold it close won’t let this go
Dream catch me, yea
Dream catch me when I fall
Or else I won’t come back at all
See you as a mountain
A fountain of God
See you as as a descant soul
in the setting sun
You as the sound
I’m young
There’s a place I go
When I’m alone
Do anything I want
Be anyone I wanna be
But it is us I see
And I cannot believe I’m fallin
There’s a place I go
When I’m alone
Do anything I want
Be anyone I wanna be
But it is us I see
And I cannot believe I’m fallin
That’s where I’m goin
Where are you goin
Hold it close won’t let this go
Dream catch me, yea
Dream catch me when I fall
Or else I won’t come back at all
It’s you and I know now
Who I am
Yea yea yea and I know now
There’s a place I go
When I’m alone
Do anything I want
Be anyone I wanna be
But it is us I see
And I cannot believe I’m fallin
That’s where I’m goin
Where are you goin
Hold it close won’t let this go
Dream catch me, yea
Dream catch me when I fall
Or else I won’t come back at all
You do so much
That you don’t know
It’s true
And I know now
Who I am
Yea yea yea
And I know now
There’s a place I go
When I’m alone
Do anything I want
Be anyone I wanna be
But it is us I see
And I cannot believe I’m fallin
That’s where I’m goin
Where are you goin
Hold it close won’t let this go
Dream catch me, yea
Dream catch me when I fall
Or else I won’t come back at all
See you as a mountain
A fountain of God
See you as as a descant soul
in the setting sun
You as the sound
I’m young
There’s a place I go
When I’m alone
Do anything I want
Be anyone I wanna be
But it is us I see
And I cannot believe I’m fallin
There’s a place I go
When I’m alone
Do anything I want
Be anyone I wanna be
But it is us I see
And I cannot believe I’m fallin
That’s where I’m goin
Where are you goin
Hold it close won’t let this go
Dream catch me, yea
Dream catch me when I fall
Or else I won’t come back at all
Friday, December 12, 2008
Frank Sinatra-The Things We Did Last Summer
The boat rides we would take, the moonlight on the lake
The way we danced and hummed our favorite song
The things we did last summer I'll remember all winter long
The midway and the fun, the kewpie dolls we won
The bell I rang to prove that I was strong
The things we did last summer I'll remember all winter long
The early morning hike, the rented tandem bike
The lunches that we used to pack
We never could explain that sudden summer rain
The looks we got when we got back
The leaves began to fade like promises we made
How could a love that seemed so right go wrong?
The things we did last summer I'll remember all winter long
Ive tried so to forget, at times I do, and yet
The memory of you lingers like our song
The things we did last summer, I'll remember all winter long
The way we danced and hummed our favorite song
The things we did last summer I'll remember all winter long
The midway and the fun, the kewpie dolls we won
The bell I rang to prove that I was strong
The things we did last summer I'll remember all winter long
The early morning hike, the rented tandem bike
The lunches that we used to pack
We never could explain that sudden summer rain
The looks we got when we got back
The leaves began to fade like promises we made
How could a love that seemed so right go wrong?
The things we did last summer I'll remember all winter long
Ive tried so to forget, at times I do, and yet
The memory of you lingers like our song
The things we did last summer, I'll remember all winter long
Sunday, December 7, 2008
The Jumping Urinal
people come, people go
they never notice walking out the door
nobody's listening,
even when the water's running
once again you're left all alone
all you want is to be seen
at least to be heard, i know what you mean
tired of always trying and trying
you keep dancing and clowning hoping that maybe
someone would see, all that you could really be
day after day, night after night
all you've been flushing is what you hold inside
one day, some day, maybe it's today, you try
not to hope for much and still dream under the light
in the marble,
singing I'm a lonely jumping urinal
Oh I know what it's like, when it all feels the same
keep singing your song, I'll sit here til they call my name
they never notice walking out the door
nobody's listening,
even when the water's running
once again you're left all alone
all you want is to be seen
at least to be heard, i know what you mean
tired of always trying and trying
you keep dancing and clowning hoping that maybe
someone would see, all that you could really be
day after day, night after night
all you've been flushing is what you hold inside
one day, some day, maybe it's today, you try
not to hope for much and still dream under the light
in the marble,
singing I'm a lonely jumping urinal
Oh I know what it's like, when it all feels the same
keep singing your song, I'll sit here til they call my name
Brett Dennen- She's Mine
well the witches stare with their limbs akimbo
silhouettes of statues up in the window
call me to come here with a crooked crescendo
but i don't
devotees dance among the pantomime on the promenade
into a tabernacle on the lawn
but i don't follow
because she's mine, she's mine, she's mine, all mine
yeah she's mine, mine, mine, mmm
midnight moved across the people's park
and i fled the fire like a spinning spark
up onto a porch in the dark
she was waiting right there for me
she knows that my hands are empty
as i go past the mothers of envy
and i don't have to fumble in the dark for my keys
i believe she's mine, she's mine, she's mine, all mine
yeah she's mine, mine, mine, mmm
the pupils gather in the yard
around the pulpit made of cards
and waited for their leader's words
but his words didn't make much sense
his mouth spat out a fist of daggers
and his tongue swirled in a southern swagger
and i looked at all the people gathered
but they were all in a trance
and she's mine, she's mine, she's mine, all mine
yeah she's mine, mine, mine, mmm
i was thrown before the court of canes
tossed my soul to the furnace flames
where all my heros had been slain, exiled, or put in prison
because they rose above the mess
and because their power posed a threat
and because they spoke of something else
when everybody else didn't
the music fills the space between
the deities and the prophecies
of our bodies pressed seamlessly
silent in the shade
she looks at me so fearlessly
and i take it all too seriously
but it all becomes so clear to me
and makes me understand
that she's mine, she's mine, she's mine, all mine
yeah she's mine, mine, mine, mmm
yeah she's mine, all mine, all mine, all mine
yeah she's mine, mine, mine, mmm
yeah she's mine, mine, mine, mmm
yeah she's mine
silhouettes of statues up in the window
call me to come here with a crooked crescendo
but i don't
devotees dance among the pantomime on the promenade
into a tabernacle on the lawn
but i don't follow
because she's mine, she's mine, she's mine, all mine
yeah she's mine, mine, mine, mmm
midnight moved across the people's park
and i fled the fire like a spinning spark
up onto a porch in the dark
she was waiting right there for me
she knows that my hands are empty
as i go past the mothers of envy
and i don't have to fumble in the dark for my keys
i believe she's mine, she's mine, she's mine, all mine
yeah she's mine, mine, mine, mmm
the pupils gather in the yard
around the pulpit made of cards
and waited for their leader's words
but his words didn't make much sense
his mouth spat out a fist of daggers
and his tongue swirled in a southern swagger
and i looked at all the people gathered
but they were all in a trance
and she's mine, she's mine, she's mine, all mine
yeah she's mine, mine, mine, mmm
i was thrown before the court of canes
tossed my soul to the furnace flames
where all my heros had been slain, exiled, or put in prison
because they rose above the mess
and because their power posed a threat
and because they spoke of something else
when everybody else didn't
the music fills the space between
the deities and the prophecies
of our bodies pressed seamlessly
silent in the shade
she looks at me so fearlessly
and i take it all too seriously
but it all becomes so clear to me
and makes me understand
that she's mine, she's mine, she's mine, all mine
yeah she's mine, mine, mine, mmm
yeah she's mine, all mine, all mine, all mine
yeah she's mine, mine, mine, mmm
yeah she's mine, mine, mine, mmm
yeah she's mine
Matt Costa-Cold December
I've been waiting, pacing along the halls ever since you left here
I've been cleaning, scrubbing the plates and weeding out the garden dear
I can't fall asleep to your mystery slowly blowing from the shore
I have not failed to be what you'd expect of me
Swallowing glass just to stay pure
All the birds are heading down south but you're staying up north you say
I've got jackets blankets and sheets, its going to be a cold december
It could be warm you see, a statue next to me
Swimming away from the ice and snow
Could I have failed to see the signs in front of me
Warning and flashing symbols, subtle and simple I couldn't see
I couldnt see
If only time could slow down, maybe I could come up
It's such a cold december
It's such a cold december
Its so cold
I cant fall asleep to your mystery slowly blowing from the shore
I have not failed to be what you'd expect of me
Swallowing glass just to stay pure
Summers come and summer has gone
Your christmas cards cant comfort me
You've found new friends and tied all the ends
It's freezing in the loneliest winter
It could be warm you see, a statue next to me
Swimming away from the ice and snow
Could I have failed to see the signs in front of me
Warning and flashing symbols, subtle and simple I couldnt see
I couldnt see
If only time could slow down, then maybe I could come up
It's such a cold december
It's such a cold december
It's so cold
I've been cleaning, scrubbing the plates and weeding out the garden dear
I can't fall asleep to your mystery slowly blowing from the shore
I have not failed to be what you'd expect of me
Swallowing glass just to stay pure
All the birds are heading down south but you're staying up north you say
I've got jackets blankets and sheets, its going to be a cold december
It could be warm you see, a statue next to me
Swimming away from the ice and snow
Could I have failed to see the signs in front of me
Warning and flashing symbols, subtle and simple I couldn't see
I couldnt see
If only time could slow down, maybe I could come up
It's such a cold december
It's such a cold december
Its so cold
I cant fall asleep to your mystery slowly blowing from the shore
I have not failed to be what you'd expect of me
Swallowing glass just to stay pure
Summers come and summer has gone
Your christmas cards cant comfort me
You've found new friends and tied all the ends
It's freezing in the loneliest winter
It could be warm you see, a statue next to me
Swimming away from the ice and snow
Could I have failed to see the signs in front of me
Warning and flashing symbols, subtle and simple I couldnt see
I couldnt see
If only time could slow down, then maybe I could come up
It's such a cold december
It's such a cold december
It's so cold
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
James Morrison-Wonderful World
I've been down so low
People look at me and they know
They can tell something is wrong
Like I don't belong, well
Staring through a window
Standing outside, they're just too happy to care tonight
I want to be like them
But I'll mess it up again
I tripped on my way in
And got kicked outside, everybody saw...
And I know that it's a wonderful world
But I can't feel it right now
Well I thought that I was doing well
But I just wanna cry now
Well I know that it's a wonderful world
From the sky down to the sea
But I can only see it when you're here, here with me, mmm
Sometimes I feel so full of love
It just comes spilling out
It's uncomfortable to see
I give it away so easily
But if I had someone I would do anything
I'd never, never, ever let you feel alone
I won't, I won't leave you, on your own
But who am I to dream?
Dreams are for fools, they let you down...
And I know that it's a wonderful world
But I can't feel it right now
Well I thought that I was doing well
But I just want to cry now
Well I know that it's a wonderful world
From the sky down to the sea
But I can only see it when you're here, here with me, mmm
And I wish that I could make it better
I'd give anything for you to call me, maybe just a little letter
Oh, it could start again, oh oh
Well I know that it's a wonderful world
But I can't feel it right now
Well I thought that I was doing well
But I just want to cry now
Well I know that it's a wonderful world
From the sky down to the sea
But I can only see it when you're here, here with me, oh
And I know that it's a wonderful world
I can't feel it right now
I got all the right clothes to wear
I just want to cry now, cry now
Well I know that it's a wonderful world
From the sky down to the sea
But I can only see it when you're here, here with me, mmm
And I know that it's a wonderful world
When you're with me
People look at me and they know
They can tell something is wrong
Like I don't belong, well
Staring through a window
Standing outside, they're just too happy to care tonight
I want to be like them
But I'll mess it up again
I tripped on my way in
And got kicked outside, everybody saw...
And I know that it's a wonderful world
But I can't feel it right now
Well I thought that I was doing well
But I just wanna cry now
Well I know that it's a wonderful world
From the sky down to the sea
But I can only see it when you're here, here with me, mmm
Sometimes I feel so full of love
It just comes spilling out
It's uncomfortable to see
I give it away so easily
But if I had someone I would do anything
I'd never, never, ever let you feel alone
I won't, I won't leave you, on your own
But who am I to dream?
Dreams are for fools, they let you down...
And I know that it's a wonderful world
But I can't feel it right now
Well I thought that I was doing well
But I just want to cry now
Well I know that it's a wonderful world
From the sky down to the sea
But I can only see it when you're here, here with me, mmm
And I wish that I could make it better
I'd give anything for you to call me, maybe just a little letter
Oh, it could start again, oh oh
Well I know that it's a wonderful world
But I can't feel it right now
Well I thought that I was doing well
But I just want to cry now
Well I know that it's a wonderful world
From the sky down to the sea
But I can only see it when you're here, here with me, oh
And I know that it's a wonderful world
I can't feel it right now
I got all the right clothes to wear
I just want to cry now, cry now
Well I know that it's a wonderful world
From the sky down to the sea
But I can only see it when you're here, here with me, mmm
And I know that it's a wonderful world
When you're with me
Monday, December 1, 2008
Face Down
You look beautiful smiling,
Sitting there waiting with me.
You look so right, sitting there next to me,
For the plane that takes us to the Iberian sun,
the best days of my life...
"Thanks for the memories," you wrote,
I should have known, sensed the tone,
the finality...
I want to know how you've been, how you are
and I wonder always where you are.
Are you happier now?
So I put down the photograph,
Faced it down and hid it under my bed.
Twisted for a while in my sheets,
I wish you weren't just in my head.
It's true you won't miss something until it's gone away,
No more sorries, but I do have regrets,
Are you so glad now that I'm away?
For now, I try to carry on with your picture down,
Maybe it's just me who still holds on,
And maybe I found, all this time, you are the one.
Are you relieved that I am gone?
Sitting there waiting with me.
You look so right, sitting there next to me,
For the plane that takes us to the Iberian sun,
the best days of my life...
"Thanks for the memories," you wrote,
I should have known, sensed the tone,
the finality...
I want to know how you've been, how you are
and I wonder always where you are.
Are you happier now?
So I put down the photograph,
Faced it down and hid it under my bed.
Twisted for a while in my sheets,
I wish you weren't just in my head.
It's true you won't miss something until it's gone away,
No more sorries, but I do have regrets,
Are you so glad now that I'm away?
For now, I try to carry on with your picture down,
Maybe it's just me who still holds on,
And maybe I found, all this time, you are the one.
Are you relieved that I am gone?
Matt Costa-Mr.Pitiful
This is quickly becomign one of my favorite songs.
Oh Mr. pit
Oh Mr. pit
Mr. pitiful
Who let you down?
Who let you down?
Who let you down?
You still don’t believe
You don’t believe
You don’t believe
That greed’s for a show
Your soap box unfolds
But, please come down from that cloud
You see at all I don’t expect you to admit that you were wrong
Just wanna know how you’ve been
Don’t make me feel bad that we’re still friends
Started it all over in my bed
I hope that you see through your picket
I hope that you see through your big yard and white picket fence
To make amends, to still be friends, to still be my friend
So where did you go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
While I was out
While I was out
While I was out
Well I don’t believe
I don’t believe
I don’t believe
Everything was seen
And if you don’t like the movie then quit at me
But, please come down from that cloud
You see at all I don’t expect you to admit that you were wrong
Just wanna know how you’ve been
Don?t make me feel bad that we’re still friends
Started it all over in my bed
I hope that you see through your picket
I hope that you see through your big yard and white picket fence
To make amends, still be friends, still be friends, to still be my friend, still be my friend, still be my friend
Oh Mr. pit
Oh Mr. pit
Mr. pitiful
Who let you down?
Who let you down?
Who let you down?
You still don’t believe
You don’t believe
You don’t believe
That greed’s for a show
Your soap box unfolds
But, please come down from that cloud
You see at all I don’t expect you to admit that you were wrong
Just wanna know how you’ve been
Don’t make me feel bad that we’re still friends
Started it all over in my bed
I hope that you see through your picket
I hope that you see through your big yard and white picket fence
To make amends, to still be friends, to still be my friend
So where did you go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
While I was out
While I was out
While I was out
Well I don’t believe
I don’t believe
I don’t believe
Everything was seen
And if you don’t like the movie then quit at me
But, please come down from that cloud
You see at all I don’t expect you to admit that you were wrong
Just wanna know how you’ve been
Don?t make me feel bad that we’re still friends
Started it all over in my bed
I hope that you see through your picket
I hope that you see through your big yard and white picket fence
To make amends, still be friends, still be friends, to still be my friend, still be my friend, still be my friend
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Ominous
This is a picture I found from AFP captured outside the Taj Mahal Hotel in Mumbai. I've been following the siege closely during the past few days and I must say the attack echoes the ominous feeling I had when I saw the second plane crash into the World Trade Center live in on CNN. Below are some pictures from AP. It should give you a glimpse at the raw emotion and chaos.
They are the relatives of a 16 year old boy, Haresh Gohil, who was killed by the gunmen during the attack. What more can you say? (Picture from AP)
The sad truth is, as genuine as their plea might be, these kind of images are so often-seen that it's almost sarcastic. (Picture from AP)
I'm no saint and I tend to hold grudges, sometimes too much for my own good. But her expression makes me really wish "as long as you're okay," even to the ones who have hurt me the most. They are relatives of the Oberoi Trident hotel manager, reacting as his body arrives at his hometown. (Picture from AP)
Indian Muslims release pigeons during their anti-terrorist protest in Mumbai with a sign saying, "kill terror not terrorist." (Picture from AP)
Although a group has already claimed responsibility for the attack, it seems unlikely that the real culprits and their motives will be uncovered any time soon. As the authorities try to figure out which way to point their fingers and their blame, I'm reminded, oddly enough, of what Alfred, played by the great Michael Caine, said in The Dark Knight, "Some men aren't looking for anything logical. He can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn."
I really do hope we haven't crossed that point of no return where we have finally given up on trying to understand each other and just let the guns start blazing. With the economy and the environment already in troubled water, I feel like chaos is hitting our shores in waves. It feels like we're on a slippery slope to our own Armageddon and I hope for our own sake that we will hang on and not let the hate and pain sweep us away.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Jason Mraz ft. James Morrison: Details in the Fabric
Calm down
Deep breaths
And get yourself dressed instead
Of running around
And pulling all your threads and
Breaking yourself up
If it's a broken part, replace it
But, if it's a broken arm then brace it
If it's a broken heart then face it
And hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way
Hold your own
Know your own name
And go your own way
And everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
mmmhmm
Hang on
Help is on the way
Stay strong
I'm doing everything
Hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way
Hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way
And everything, everything will be fine
Everything
Are the details in the fabric
Are the things that make you panic
Are your thoughts results of static cling?
Are the things that make you blow
Hell, no reason, go on and scream
If you're shocked it's just the fault
Of faulty manufacturing.
Yeah everything will be fine
Everything in no time at all
Everything
Hold your own
And know your name
And go your own way
Are the details in the fabric (Hold your own, know your name)
Are the things that make you panic
Are your thoughts results of static cling? (Go your own way)
Are the details in the fabric (Hold your own, know your name)
Are the things that make you panic (Go your own way)
Is it Mother Nature's sewing machine?
Are the things that make you blow (Hold your own, know your name)
Hell no reason go on and scream
If you’re shocked it's just the fault (Go your own way)
Of faulty manufacturing
Everything will be fine
Everything in no time at all
Hearts will hold
Deep breaths
And get yourself dressed instead
Of running around
And pulling all your threads and
Breaking yourself up
If it's a broken part, replace it
But, if it's a broken arm then brace it
If it's a broken heart then face it
And hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way
Hold your own
Know your own name
And go your own way
And everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
mmmhmm
Hang on
Help is on the way
Stay strong
I'm doing everything
Hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way
Hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way
And everything, everything will be fine
Everything
Are the details in the fabric
Are the things that make you panic
Are your thoughts results of static cling?
Are the things that make you blow
Hell, no reason, go on and scream
If you're shocked it's just the fault
Of faulty manufacturing.
Yeah everything will be fine
Everything in no time at all
Everything
Hold your own
And know your name
And go your own way
Are the details in the fabric (Hold your own, know your name)
Are the things that make you panic
Are your thoughts results of static cling? (Go your own way)
Are the details in the fabric (Hold your own, know your name)
Are the things that make you panic (Go your own way)
Is it Mother Nature's sewing machine?
Are the things that make you blow (Hold your own, know your name)
Hell no reason go on and scream
If you’re shocked it's just the fault (Go your own way)
Of faulty manufacturing
Everything will be fine
Everything in no time at all
Hearts will hold
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Dashboard Confessional: This Ruined Puzzle
This ruined puzzle is beige with the pieces all face down
so the placing goes slowly.
The picture's of anything other than it's mean to be.
But the hours they creep,
the patterns repeat.
Don't be concerned, you know I'll be fine on my own.
I never said "don't go."
I've hidden a note,
it's pressed between pages that you've marked to find your way back.
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"
But what if the pages stay pressed,
the chapters unfinished,
the storied too dull to unfold?
Does he ever get the girl?
This basement's a coffin.
I'm buried alive.
I'll die in here just to be safe.
I'll die in here just to be safe.
'Cause you're gone.
I get nothing
and you're off with barely a sigh.
I never said, "Goodbye."
but i've hidden a note,
it's pressed between pages that you've marked to find your way back.
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"
but i've hidden a note,
it's pressed between pages that you'll read if you're so incline.
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"
But the hours they creep,
the patterns repeat.
Don't be concerned, you know I'll be fine on my own.
I never said "don't go."
Does he ever get the girl?
so the placing goes slowly.
The picture's of anything other than it's mean to be.
But the hours they creep,
the patterns repeat.
Don't be concerned, you know I'll be fine on my own.
I never said "don't go."
I've hidden a note,
it's pressed between pages that you've marked to find your way back.
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"
But what if the pages stay pressed,
the chapters unfinished,
the storied too dull to unfold?
Does he ever get the girl?
This basement's a coffin.
I'm buried alive.
I'll die in here just to be safe.
I'll die in here just to be safe.
'Cause you're gone.
I get nothing
and you're off with barely a sigh.
I never said, "Goodbye."
but i've hidden a note,
it's pressed between pages that you've marked to find your way back.
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"
but i've hidden a note,
it's pressed between pages that you'll read if you're so incline.
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"
But the hours they creep,
the patterns repeat.
Don't be concerned, you know I'll be fine on my own.
I never said "don't go."
Does he ever get the girl?
Monday, November 24, 2008
Why the fuck...
Why am I thinking about it again?
Seriously, I'm trying hard to be better, I move on and I keep busy...
and I make sure I change the channel in my fucked up head...
So why do I still feel every bit the same after all this time?
I can't help but think it's not fair,
What happens when you let go but the memories just won't leave?
No use apologizing, but it's suppose to be my story and I should get
to write the ending...
Not like this...
I realized how fucking useless I am,
let me forget or shoot me in the head cuz I've decided
the fuck with it all...
Seriously, I'm trying hard to be better, I move on and I keep busy...
and I make sure I change the channel in my fucked up head...
So why do I still feel every bit the same after all this time?
I can't help but think it's not fair,
What happens when you let go but the memories just won't leave?
No use apologizing, but it's suppose to be my story and I should get
to write the ending...
Not like this...
I realized how fucking useless I am,
let me forget or shoot me in the head cuz I've decided
the fuck with it all...
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Not Again
Not again, you creep into my head
there's nothing familiar about this place,
so howcome when the rain starts to pour I still see your face?
not again, I thought I was done
on my way, on my own but still I realized you had won
long time ago when I decided I'd give you all I had
along with the will to hate
it was never much, but I suppose
this is why we're a world away
I was never a singer, maybe that would have been better
sing my heart our for you and make you love no other
I was never a painter, I'm sure that would have been better
draw the way you hide in your coat like that lovely winter
I was never too good a lover, maybe that's what really mattered
sorry for all the times I made you cry you deserved better
so is it too late to say goodbye?
what's the point anyway when you're not by my side
so is it too late to apologize?
somewhere down the line I hope you can still be mine
Not again tonight, I remembered how you are not mine
but that's fine, cuz someday you will still be mine
at least that's what I tell myself when I lie
not again tonight...
there's nothing familiar about this place,
so howcome when the rain starts to pour I still see your face?
not again, I thought I was done
on my way, on my own but still I realized you had won
long time ago when I decided I'd give you all I had
along with the will to hate
it was never much, but I suppose
this is why we're a world away
I was never a singer, maybe that would have been better
sing my heart our for you and make you love no other
I was never a painter, I'm sure that would have been better
draw the way you hide in your coat like that lovely winter
I was never too good a lover, maybe that's what really mattered
sorry for all the times I made you cry you deserved better
so is it too late to say goodbye?
what's the point anyway when you're not by my side
so is it too late to apologize?
somewhere down the line I hope you can still be mine
Not again tonight, I remembered how you are not mine
but that's fine, cuz someday you will still be mine
at least that's what I tell myself when I lie
not again tonight...
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Transient ordered to pay $101M for setting fires
So, you sentence a HOMELESS guy who started two fires to prison where he gets free food and shelter and probably even makes a couple bucks an hour making license plates. AND THEN you order him to pay the state millions of dollar which he never had...Really, California?
LOS ANGELES – A homeless man has been sentenced to nearly four years in prison and ordered to pay more than $101 million for starting two fires, including one that burned more than 163,000 acres in California two years ago.
Fifty-year-old Steven Emory Butcher was convicted in February of starting blazes in the Los Padres National Forest in 2002 and 2006.
The 2006 fire raged for more than a month and cost more than $78 million to suppress. It injured 18 people, destroyed 11 structures and was the fifth-largest fire in California history, according to the California Department of Forestry and Fire Protection.
The 2002 blaze burned 70 acres.
LOS ANGELES – A homeless man has been sentenced to nearly four years in prison and ordered to pay more than $101 million for starting two fires, including one that burned more than 163,000 acres in California two years ago.
Fifty-year-old Steven Emory Butcher was convicted in February of starting blazes in the Los Padres National Forest in 2002 and 2006.
The 2006 fire raged for more than a month and cost more than $78 million to suppress. It injured 18 people, destroyed 11 structures and was the fifth-largest fire in California history, according to the California Department of Forestry and Fire Protection.
The 2002 blaze burned 70 acres.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Suing the gang next door: Yakuza dragged to court
I thought this was a very interesting article that depicts a very peculiar balance of societal norms in Japan and to a large extent, places like Hong Kong, Korean and Taiwan.
In these regions, "syndicates" are not always viewed in terms of black and white, good and evil. They sometimes operate just like any other businesses without little harrassment.
KURUME, Japan: Just like any other business, the Dojinkai was always attentive to the needs of the residents surrounding its headquarters here. Its members adhered to the sacred rules of living in a Japanese neighborhood by handing out small moving-in gifts, exchanging greetings with the neighbors and, needless to say, properly sorting out their trash.
Never mind that the Dojinkai has long been one of Japan's top organized crime syndicates, or yakuza. When it came to the all-important social rules governing Japanese neighborhoods, the Dojinkai was neighborly enough that a young hairstylist did not hesitate to open a fashionable salon, complete with music by Enya, a stone's throw away from the headquarters.
But residents began worrying two years ago after factional fighting spilled out onto the streets, one time with machine-gun fire and explosions.
More than 600 residents recently went to court to oust the Dojinkai from its six-story headquarters, located in a prominent commercial area near the main train station in this medium-size city in western Japan.
The lawsuit was the first of its kind in Japan, where the yakuza's offices tend to be out in the open. It shined a spotlight on how the yakuza - long considered a necessary evil, tolerated by, and sometimes politically allied with, the authorities - occupy a place much closer to society's mainstream than its American counterparts do. But it has also challenged that seemingly secure position...
Full Article at: http://www.iht.com/articles/2008/11/16/asia/yakuza.php
In these regions, "syndicates" are not always viewed in terms of black and white, good and evil. They sometimes operate just like any other businesses without little harrassment.
KURUME, Japan: Just like any other business, the Dojinkai was always attentive to the needs of the residents surrounding its headquarters here. Its members adhered to the sacred rules of living in a Japanese neighborhood by handing out small moving-in gifts, exchanging greetings with the neighbors and, needless to say, properly sorting out their trash.
Never mind that the Dojinkai has long been one of Japan's top organized crime syndicates, or yakuza. When it came to the all-important social rules governing Japanese neighborhoods, the Dojinkai was neighborly enough that a young hairstylist did not hesitate to open a fashionable salon, complete with music by Enya, a stone's throw away from the headquarters.
But residents began worrying two years ago after factional fighting spilled out onto the streets, one time with machine-gun fire and explosions.
More than 600 residents recently went to court to oust the Dojinkai from its six-story headquarters, located in a prominent commercial area near the main train station in this medium-size city in western Japan.
The lawsuit was the first of its kind in Japan, where the yakuza's offices tend to be out in the open. It shined a spotlight on how the yakuza - long considered a necessary evil, tolerated by, and sometimes politically allied with, the authorities - occupy a place much closer to society's mainstream than its American counterparts do. But it has also challenged that seemingly secure position...
Full Article at: http://www.iht.com/articles/2008/11/16/asia/yakuza.php
Sunday, November 16, 2008
James Morrison- This Boy
This boy wants to play
There's no time left today
It's a shame coz he has to go home
This boy's got to work, got to sweat
Just to pay what he gets to get left all alone
Let's step outside
Let's go for a ride just for a while
No we won't get caught
Well that's what I thought until we cried
I'm still here
But it hasn't been easy
I'm sure
That you had your reasons
I'm scared
Of all this emotion
For years I've been holding it down
For years I've been holding it down
This girl tries her best every day
But it's all gone to waste
Coz there's no one around
This girl she can draw she can paint
Likes to dance she can skate
Now she don't make a sound
We'll play in the park until it's too dark for us to see
Well we'll make our way home
With mud on our clothes
She won't be pleased
For years I've been holding it down
And I'd love to forgive and forget
So I'll try to put all this behind us
Just know that my arms are wide open
The older I get the more than I know
Well it's time to let this go
I got to let it go
I got to let it go
I got to let it go
I got to let it go
There's no time left today
It's a shame coz he has to go home
This boy's got to work, got to sweat
Just to pay what he gets to get left all alone
Let's step outside
Let's go for a ride just for a while
No we won't get caught
Well that's what I thought until we cried
I'm still here
But it hasn't been easy
I'm sure
That you had your reasons
I'm scared
Of all this emotion
For years I've been holding it down
For years I've been holding it down
This girl tries her best every day
But it's all gone to waste
Coz there's no one around
This girl she can draw she can paint
Likes to dance she can skate
Now she don't make a sound
We'll play in the park until it's too dark for us to see
Well we'll make our way home
With mud on our clothes
She won't be pleased
For years I've been holding it down
And I'd love to forgive and forget
So I'll try to put all this behind us
Just know that my arms are wide open
The older I get the more than I know
Well it's time to let this go
I got to let it go
I got to let it go
I got to let it go
I got to let it go
James Blunt- Same Mistake
If I could do it all again, I'd do it in a heartbeat
Saw the world turning in my sheets and once again I cannot sleep.
Walk out the door and up the street; look at the stars beneath my feet.
Remember rights that I did wrong, so here I go.
Hello, hello. There is no place I cannot go.
My mind is muddy but my heart is heavy. Does it show?
I lose the track that loses me, so here I go.
And so I sent some men to fight, and one came back at dead of night.
Said he'd seen my enemy. Said he looked just like me,
So I set out to cut myself and here I go.
I'm not calling for a second chance,
I'm screaming at the top of my voice.
Give me reason but don't give me choice.
'Cause I'll just make the same mistake again.
And maybe someday we will meet, and maybe talk and not just speak.
Don't buy the promises 'cause, there are no promises I keep.
And my reflection troubles me, so here I go.
I'm not calling for a second chance,
I'm screaming at the top of my voice.
Give me reason but don't give me choice.
'Cause I'll just make the same mistake,
I'm not calling for a second chance,
I'm screaming at the top of my voice.
Give me reason but don't give me choice.
'Cause I'll just make the same mistake again.
Saw the world turning in my sheets and once again I cannot sleep.
Walk out the door and up the street; look at the stars.
Look at the stars fall down.
And wonder where did I go wrong.
Saw the world turning in my sheets and once again I cannot sleep.
Walk out the door and up the street; look at the stars beneath my feet.
Remember rights that I did wrong, so here I go.
Hello, hello. There is no place I cannot go.
My mind is muddy but my heart is heavy. Does it show?
I lose the track that loses me, so here I go.
And so I sent some men to fight, and one came back at dead of night.
Said he'd seen my enemy. Said he looked just like me,
So I set out to cut myself and here I go.
I'm not calling for a second chance,
I'm screaming at the top of my voice.
Give me reason but don't give me choice.
'Cause I'll just make the same mistake again.
And maybe someday we will meet, and maybe talk and not just speak.
Don't buy the promises 'cause, there are no promises I keep.
And my reflection troubles me, so here I go.
I'm not calling for a second chance,
I'm screaming at the top of my voice.
Give me reason but don't give me choice.
'Cause I'll just make the same mistake,
I'm not calling for a second chance,
I'm screaming at the top of my voice.
Give me reason but don't give me choice.
'Cause I'll just make the same mistake again.
Saw the world turning in my sheets and once again I cannot sleep.
Walk out the door and up the street; look at the stars.
Look at the stars fall down.
And wonder where did I go wrong.
Semisonic: Closing Time
Closing time - time for you to go out, go out into the world.
Closing time - turn the lights up over every boy and every girl.
Closing time - one last call for alcohol, so finish your whiskey or beer.
Closing time - you dont have to go home but you cant stay here.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home...
Closing time - time for you to go back to the places you will be from.
Closing time - this room wont be open til your brothers or you sisters come.
So gather up your jackets, and move it to the exits - I hope you have found a
Friend.
Closing time - every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end.
Yeah, I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home...
Closing time - time for you to go back to the places you will be from...
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home...
Closing time - turn the lights up over every boy and every girl.
Closing time - one last call for alcohol, so finish your whiskey or beer.
Closing time - you dont have to go home but you cant stay here.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home...
Closing time - time for you to go back to the places you will be from.
Closing time - this room wont be open til your brothers or you sisters come.
So gather up your jackets, and move it to the exits - I hope you have found a
Friend.
Closing time - every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end.
Yeah, I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home...
Closing time - time for you to go back to the places you will be from...
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home...
Saturday, November 15, 2008
1973
Simona
You're getting older
Your journey's been
Etched on your skin.
Simona
Wish I had know that
What seemed so strong
Has been and gone.
Chrous:
I would call you up every Saturday night
And we'd both stay out 'til the morning light
And we sang "Here we go again."
And though time comes by
I will always be in a club with you in 1973
Singing "Here we go again."
Simona
Wish I was sober
So I could see clearly now
The rain has gone.
Simona
I guess it's over
My memory plays our tune
The same old song.
I would call you up every Saturday night
And we'd both stay out 'til the morning light
And we sang "Here we go again."
And though time goes by
I will always be in a club with you in 1973
Singing "Here we go again."
I would call you up every Saturday night
And we'd both stay out 'til the morning light
And we sang "Here we go again."
And though time goes by
I will always be in a club with you in 1973
Singing "Here we go again."
I would call you up every Saturday night
And we'd both stay out 'til the morning light
And we sang "Here we go again."
And though time goes by
I will always be in a club with you in 1973
Singing "Here we go again."
And though time goes by
I will always be in a club with you in 1973
You're getting older
Your journey's been
Etched on your skin.
Simona
Wish I had know that
What seemed so strong
Has been and gone.
Chrous:
I would call you up every Saturday night
And we'd both stay out 'til the morning light
And we sang "Here we go again."
And though time comes by
I will always be in a club with you in 1973
Singing "Here we go again."
Simona
Wish I was sober
So I could see clearly now
The rain has gone.
Simona
I guess it's over
My memory plays our tune
The same old song.
I would call you up every Saturday night
And we'd both stay out 'til the morning light
And we sang "Here we go again."
And though time goes by
I will always be in a club with you in 1973
Singing "Here we go again."
I would call you up every Saturday night
And we'd both stay out 'til the morning light
And we sang "Here we go again."
And though time goes by
I will always be in a club with you in 1973
Singing "Here we go again."
I would call you up every Saturday night
And we'd both stay out 'til the morning light
And we sang "Here we go again."
And though time goes by
I will always be in a club with you in 1973
Singing "Here we go again."
And though time goes by
I will always be in a club with you in 1973
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Maybe
I'm so sorry, I guess the time just wasn't right....
Maybe it's the moonlight, that set us free
Maybe it's the way you walk, I can still see
Maybe it's the way you smell, that light-scented sweet
Maybe it's just you and me, that makes it so easy...
Loneliness is a friend I should never have,
but I've come to live with it lord knows why
Perhaps one day you will understand,
Why I have to go, the burden is mine
I'm sorry you are a victim of my insecurity
I never meant to hurt you, that please believe
hate me, curse me, do what you will to ease
the pain cuz I can't change what's inside of me
Maybe one day you will see the world form my view
and understand why there is always a wound
in my heart, a gaping void filled only with solitude
I'm sorry I made you cry, made you feel the world is cruel
but please understand my pain,
I have a demon inside of me, insecurity is his name
Maybe it's the moonlight, that set us free
Maybe it's the way you walk, I can still see
Maybe it's the way you smell, that light-scented sweet
Maybe it's just you and me, that makes it so easy...
Loneliness is a friend I should never have,
but I've come to live with it lord knows why
Perhaps one day you will understand,
Why I have to go, the burden is mine
I'm sorry you are a victim of my insecurity
I never meant to hurt you, that please believe
hate me, curse me, do what you will to ease
the pain cuz I can't change what's inside of me
Maybe one day you will see the world form my view
and understand why there is always a wound
in my heart, a gaping void filled only with solitude
I'm sorry I made you cry, made you feel the world is cruel
but please understand my pain,
I have a demon inside of me, insecurity is his name
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Client Education
Barring recent events, I have decided to give my two cents on this subject.
Client education, without it we, as PR "professionals" are nothing more than mindless monkeys sitting in front of the monitor punching every single word that is being dictated to us.
In the relatively young business market of China, PR and advertising is a new industry that enjoys little regulation and a bright open space to run and play. However, that privilege also comes at the price of an understanding. Actually, it's more of a lack of understanding from the client's part on how exactly to utilize this new toy they have called "public relations."
Rather than valuing its indirect approach, clients in China should not demand the same media approach as "advertising," which is ALWAYS bought, not earned. PR can seem very obscure and even insignificant at times because it is about the manipulation of media to achieve a goal, not simply buying an outcome. That's what makes PR more effective than advertising interms of credibility. If the clients do not understand this key difference, we are nothing more than monkeys typing out a not-so-good novel dictated through our ears. We, as PR professionals, are here to give strategic consulting, creative solutions, not providing grammar checks and type jobs. We are the brains, not the hands.
Somebody please drill this into their heads. WOOSA.
Client education, without it we, as PR "professionals" are nothing more than mindless monkeys sitting in front of the monitor punching every single word that is being dictated to us.
In the relatively young business market of China, PR and advertising is a new industry that enjoys little regulation and a bright open space to run and play. However, that privilege also comes at the price of an understanding. Actually, it's more of a lack of understanding from the client's part on how exactly to utilize this new toy they have called "public relations."
Rather than valuing its indirect approach, clients in China should not demand the same media approach as "advertising," which is ALWAYS bought, not earned. PR can seem very obscure and even insignificant at times because it is about the manipulation of media to achieve a goal, not simply buying an outcome. That's what makes PR more effective than advertising interms of credibility. If the clients do not understand this key difference, we are nothing more than monkeys typing out a not-so-good novel dictated through our ears. We, as PR professionals, are here to give strategic consulting, creative solutions, not providing grammar checks and type jobs. We are the brains, not the hands.
Somebody please drill this into their heads. WOOSA.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
He's Got the Whole World In His Hands
If you don't know what happened today, you need to come out of your cave, rock or whatever it is that you've been trapped in or under.
Barack Obama will be sworn in office in January, 2009 and he will be the 44th President of what's still the world's greatest superpower today. Oh, did I mention he is also the first African American to accomplish such a feat?
Obama's now-famous campaign slogan, Change We Can Believe In, is a testament to his historic candidacy and the belief he has instilled not just in America, but perhaps around the world. As a product in today's multicultural world, those in my generation knows no geographical bound and I often pride myself on being at the very least, open and aware to various cultures.
Today, however, I found out what it really meant to be "diverse." In Kenya, the government announced a public holiday for Obama as people danced and sang. In the UK, people watched the election in theaters and some expressed hopes that one day a Black Prime Minister may be the face of all Britons. In Pakistan, people expressed high hopes for Obama to improve the West-East relationship in the region. In Russia, where recent disputes have possibly launched the second Cold War, President Dimitri Medvedev expressed hopes to work with President-elect Obama. In Shanghai, offices stopped to listen to his acceptance speech as people hopes he will bring on a new age of partnership between the two giant gorillas of the world's fate.
I do not believe McCain would be any less of a leader had he won today. However, the world today paints a very different picture than when McCain served his country. Today, oil and stock has replaced missiles as weapons of mass destructions (well, in most part anyway) and the world is so separated that communication is no longer valued, only hostility and self-preservation. In times like these, we do need a leader whose background gives him a first hand experience at the different cultures in the world so that he may work with them in the future.
Obama is no Jesus Christ. He does not walk on water, then turn it into wine and god knows he has been dragged through the mud and shown weaknesses during this gruelsome election. But I belive his campaign has started something new. For starters, young people now are much more engaged in politics and it will certainly serve us better to have the "future" take part in the present.
More importantly, there is hope. The world is still too heavy a burden and perhaps too damaged to be carried even on Obama's shoulders, but I think he has started soemthign special and the belief that "anything is possible" will ripple through the world and encourage more changes for the better. There is no magic pill for the trouble we have brought onto ourselves today, may it be the economy or the environment, but I think the sense of hope has been rekindled.
In a desperate world, it seems that the hope of not just America, but the world rests in Obama's hands. I think, however, this shows how starved we are for a real change in the world...Leaders who does not rule with just their own prosperity in mind, but those who are willing to work together.
So, if a black man who grew up in an Indonesian orphanage and has the middle name "Hussein" can go on to be the president of United States, who's to say that someday you and I can't do something truly world-changing.
This, I think, is more powerful than any one of Obama's rhetorics or speeches. This is the most powerful attribute of his legacy.
Now, let's hope the changes that we believe in can turn out to be changes we see.
Barack Obama will be sworn in office in January, 2009 and he will be the 44th President of what's still the world's greatest superpower today. Oh, did I mention he is also the first African American to accomplish such a feat?
Obama's now-famous campaign slogan, Change We Can Believe In, is a testament to his historic candidacy and the belief he has instilled not just in America, but perhaps around the world. As a product in today's multicultural world, those in my generation knows no geographical bound and I often pride myself on being at the very least, open and aware to various cultures.
Today, however, I found out what it really meant to be "diverse." In Kenya, the government announced a public holiday for Obama as people danced and sang. In the UK, people watched the election in theaters and some expressed hopes that one day a Black Prime Minister may be the face of all Britons. In Pakistan, people expressed high hopes for Obama to improve the West-East relationship in the region. In Russia, where recent disputes have possibly launched the second Cold War, President Dimitri Medvedev expressed hopes to work with President-elect Obama. In Shanghai, offices stopped to listen to his acceptance speech as people hopes he will bring on a new age of partnership between the two giant gorillas of the world's fate.
I do not believe McCain would be any less of a leader had he won today. However, the world today paints a very different picture than when McCain served his country. Today, oil and stock has replaced missiles as weapons of mass destructions (well, in most part anyway) and the world is so separated that communication is no longer valued, only hostility and self-preservation. In times like these, we do need a leader whose background gives him a first hand experience at the different cultures in the world so that he may work with them in the future.
Obama is no Jesus Christ. He does not walk on water, then turn it into wine and god knows he has been dragged through the mud and shown weaknesses during this gruelsome election. But I belive his campaign has started something new. For starters, young people now are much more engaged in politics and it will certainly serve us better to have the "future" take part in the present.
More importantly, there is hope. The world is still too heavy a burden and perhaps too damaged to be carried even on Obama's shoulders, but I think he has started soemthign special and the belief that "anything is possible" will ripple through the world and encourage more changes for the better. There is no magic pill for the trouble we have brought onto ourselves today, may it be the economy or the environment, but I think the sense of hope has been rekindled.
In a desperate world, it seems that the hope of not just America, but the world rests in Obama's hands. I think, however, this shows how starved we are for a real change in the world...Leaders who does not rule with just their own prosperity in mind, but those who are willing to work together.
So, if a black man who grew up in an Indonesian orphanage and has the middle name "Hussein" can go on to be the president of United States, who's to say that someday you and I can't do something truly world-changing.
This, I think, is more powerful than any one of Obama's rhetorics or speeches. This is the most powerful attribute of his legacy.
Now, let's hope the changes that we believe in can turn out to be changes we see.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Coldplay: The Scientist
Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I've set you apart
Tell me your secrets
And ask me your questions
Oh, let's go back to the start
Running in circles
Coming up tails
Heads on the science apart
Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh take me back to the start
I was just guessing
At numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart
Questions of science
Science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
Oh tell me you love me
Come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles
Chasing our tails
Coming back as we are
Nobody said it was easy
Oh, it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I’m going back to the start
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I've set you apart
Tell me your secrets
And ask me your questions
Oh, let's go back to the start
Running in circles
Coming up tails
Heads on the science apart
Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh take me back to the start
I was just guessing
At numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart
Questions of science
Science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
Oh tell me you love me
Come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles
Chasing our tails
Coming back as we are
Nobody said it was easy
Oh, it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I’m going back to the start
Monday, November 3, 2008
Keeping...Too Busy?
Things are really starting to pile up as the end of the year draws near.
More and more events are coming up, which generally means longer, if not more erratic hours.
I suppose right now being kept busy is better than unemployed even if I do wish for more free time.
But when I do have time, I don't know what to do with it.
So hopefully, these next few months will polish away my green horns.
Regardless, I have promised that I would never lose myself in the work, as rewarding as it can be sometimes.
Busy is good, but I chose still, to remember and not forget...
More and more events are coming up, which generally means longer, if not more erratic hours.
I suppose right now being kept busy is better than unemployed even if I do wish for more free time.
But when I do have time, I don't know what to do with it.
So hopefully, these next few months will polish away my green horns.
Regardless, I have promised that I would never lose myself in the work, as rewarding as it can be sometimes.
Busy is good, but I chose still, to remember and not forget...
Numb
A lot of questioning has been going on in my head of late,
and it has been rotting me from the inside out.
Mostly I wonder, does she miss me? Does she think about me when she's alone at night? Does she see me when she looks at him?
But more than anything else, I ask, why?
There are so many ways to ask this question and no way to answer it.
The only one would be, why not?
The leo inside of me tears myself apart for losing something that I thought was mine.
But you have two faces, how I forget. Now I am on the outside looking in, at a face I don't recognize; a face not meant for my eyes.
Now, you're a wall. The more thoughts I throw at you, the more it bounces back.
The more I try to hate you for this, the more hate I get back for myself.
Why hate, when you can only love?
So I throw in the towel.
I have given up trying to forget everything about her,
because the more I try, the more I remember,
replaying every little detail over and over again.
So let it come, let it come wave after wave,
remind me, remind me, remind me...
Let me remember everything until the memories hurt me so deeply
that I'm just indifferent, numb...
Perhaps then my insides won't churn anymore when you and him creep into my head.
Let the waves come, I will stand my ground until I don't taste the salt in the water,
until I don't feel the cold running through my veins, let it come until I am numb.
Until then, I will sleep with the ghosts every night.
and it has been rotting me from the inside out.
Mostly I wonder, does she miss me? Does she think about me when she's alone at night? Does she see me when she looks at him?
But more than anything else, I ask, why?
There are so many ways to ask this question and no way to answer it.
The only one would be, why not?
The leo inside of me tears myself apart for losing something that I thought was mine.
But you have two faces, how I forget. Now I am on the outside looking in, at a face I don't recognize; a face not meant for my eyes.
Now, you're a wall. The more thoughts I throw at you, the more it bounces back.
The more I try to hate you for this, the more hate I get back for myself.
Why hate, when you can only love?
So I throw in the towel.
I have given up trying to forget everything about her,
because the more I try, the more I remember,
replaying every little detail over and over again.
So let it come, let it come wave after wave,
remind me, remind me, remind me...
Let me remember everything until the memories hurt me so deeply
that I'm just indifferent, numb...
Perhaps then my insides won't churn anymore when you and him creep into my head.
Let the waves come, I will stand my ground until I don't taste the salt in the water,
until I don't feel the cold running through my veins, let it come until I am numb.
Until then, I will sleep with the ghosts every night.
Gift and Curses
Mary belongs to the words of a song.
I try to be strong for her, try not to be wrong for her.
But she will not wait for me anymore, anymore.
Why did I say all those things before I was sure?
(She is the one), but I have a purpose,
(She is the one), and I have to fight this,
(she is the one), the villain I can't knock down.
I see your face with every punch I take,
and every bone I break, it's all for you.
And my worst pains are words I cannot say,
still I will always fight on for you.
Mary's alive in the bright New York sky,
the city lights shine for her, above them I cry for her.
Everything's small on the ground below, down below.
What if I fall, then where would I go, would she know?
(She is the one), all that I wanted,
(she is the one), and I will be haunted,
(she is the one), this gift is my curse for now.
I see your face with every punch I take,
and every bone I break, it's all for you.
And my worst pains are words I cannot say.
Still I will always fight on for you.
I try to be strong for her, try not to be wrong for her.
But she will not wait for me anymore, anymore.
Why did I say all those things before I was sure?
(She is the one), but I have a purpose,
(She is the one), and I have to fight this,
(she is the one), the villain I can't knock down.
I see your face with every punch I take,
and every bone I break, it's all for you.
And my worst pains are words I cannot say,
still I will always fight on for you.
Mary's alive in the bright New York sky,
the city lights shine for her, above them I cry for her.
Everything's small on the ground below, down below.
What if I fall, then where would I go, would she know?
(She is the one), all that I wanted,
(she is the one), and I will be haunted,
(she is the one), this gift is my curse for now.
I see your face with every punch I take,
and every bone I break, it's all for you.
And my worst pains are words I cannot say.
Still I will always fight on for you.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Chronic Fatigue
I find myself always feeling tired.
After every smile, every time I laugh I feel a little bit more fatigue inside.
Every now and then what and who I shouldn't think about creeps into my head,
tearing open again wounds that I try very hard to conceal.
It feels like the butterflies, only....a lot heavier.
It weighs me down, body and soul.
I carry on, I do.
I walk, talk, work like I do every other day.
But what do you when you're half way around the world,
yet you are still reminded of her?
Read the memo, Andy...Read the damn memo...
The world owes you nothing and they'll give you nothing.
I tried to focus on your flaws,
yet what comes to mind are all that is good
I tried to forget, but all I do is remember
I tried to hate, but all I do is...
Just go, Andy why don't you listen
pack up your things, swallow your pain and go
run through memory lane and burn it, burn it all until you can't recognize it
stay out of your head because this is where you will come to die, my friend
here is the graveyard of all your strength, your will and your smile
where ghosts gather and haunt you until you become one of them
dump it all out and walk away,
Nobody asked for your story, and nobody will sigh for your sorrows
so why write it on your face?
Put a mask on it and wait until that becomes your true face.
Then you will be alright, then you will forget.
for now, write all you can and release it from your mind,
for now, let this be the only asylum of all your sorrow, your heartbreak
and all your pain...
Because, nobody knows and nobody's waiting to listen
You are your own man, a broken one, but your own man.
So be one.
Be a man that walks faster than his past, and not one that's dragged by it.
Look far and walk fast, my friend...
I am a fool, after all this I'm still staring at the ground, waiting for the courage to pick up my feet...
Someday soon, or so I think...
After every smile, every time I laugh I feel a little bit more fatigue inside.
Every now and then what and who I shouldn't think about creeps into my head,
tearing open again wounds that I try very hard to conceal.
It feels like the butterflies, only....a lot heavier.
It weighs me down, body and soul.
I carry on, I do.
I walk, talk, work like I do every other day.
But what do you when you're half way around the world,
yet you are still reminded of her?
Read the memo, Andy...Read the damn memo...
The world owes you nothing and they'll give you nothing.
I tried to focus on your flaws,
yet what comes to mind are all that is good
I tried to forget, but all I do is remember
I tried to hate, but all I do is...
Just go, Andy why don't you listen
pack up your things, swallow your pain and go
run through memory lane and burn it, burn it all until you can't recognize it
stay out of your head because this is where you will come to die, my friend
here is the graveyard of all your strength, your will and your smile
where ghosts gather and haunt you until you become one of them
dump it all out and walk away,
Nobody asked for your story, and nobody will sigh for your sorrows
so why write it on your face?
Put a mask on it and wait until that becomes your true face.
Then you will be alright, then you will forget.
for now, write all you can and release it from your mind,
for now, let this be the only asylum of all your sorrow, your heartbreak
and all your pain...
Because, nobody knows and nobody's waiting to listen
You are your own man, a broken one, but your own man.
So be one.
Be a man that walks faster than his past, and not one that's dragged by it.
Look far and walk fast, my friend...
I am a fool, after all this I'm still staring at the ground, waiting for the courage to pick up my feet...
Someday soon, or so I think...
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Memo to Self
Pick up your pieces and keep moving,
Time waits for no man, especially a broken man,
Why dwell on the past? It won't change
Nobody cares how long you wait for the train, as long as you're on it
I am your voice of reason, the way you should be,
My words hurt you and open up the wound,
But in time we will be alright,
I am your wisest friend, but why do you never listen to me?
In time the sun will shine I promise you,
But you need to pick up your feet and chase down that train,
in stead of waiting for the one that will never show up,
She's gone and so should you,
Pick up your feet and chase that train,
When you find out your best friend is me, you should go
Hit the road, no matter where you go,
Go down the road, take a left, another right and lose yourself
Forget where you came from and forget where you're going, just go
I am now your best friend, but I shouldn't be
You can lose anything but not your courage,
Please just go, chase down that train and ride it until the sun comes up again
I don't know who will be there when you get off,
But I know you should forget who was there when you got on,
I know you're tired but it's time to go again,
Nobody waits, and nobody loves a broken man...
Time waits for no man, especially a broken man,
Why dwell on the past? It won't change
Nobody cares how long you wait for the train, as long as you're on it
I am your voice of reason, the way you should be,
My words hurt you and open up the wound,
But in time we will be alright,
I am your wisest friend, but why do you never listen to me?
In time the sun will shine I promise you,
But you need to pick up your feet and chase down that train,
in stead of waiting for the one that will never show up,
She's gone and so should you,
Pick up your feet and chase that train,
When you find out your best friend is me, you should go
Hit the road, no matter where you go,
Go down the road, take a left, another right and lose yourself
Forget where you came from and forget where you're going, just go
I am now your best friend, but I shouldn't be
You can lose anything but not your courage,
Please just go, chase down that train and ride it until the sun comes up again
I don't know who will be there when you get off,
But I know you should forget who was there when you got on,
I know you're tired but it's time to go again,
Nobody waits, and nobody loves a broken man...
Release
My own thoughts are my worst enemy,
We're not switches but we ought to be,
Can't see through the haze around me,
Into the wall is where I keep running,
Please give me the sweet, sweet release
In a pill, a bullet or a glass, make it two...
We're not switches but we ought to be,
Can't see through the haze around me,
Into the wall is where I keep running,
Please give me the sweet, sweet release
In a pill, a bullet or a glass, make it two...
Just Feel Better
She said I feel stranded
And I can't tell anymore
If we coming or I'm going
It's not how I planed it
I've got the key to the door
But it just won't open
And I know, I know, I know
Part of me says let it go
That life happens for a reason
I don't, I don't, I don't
It goes I never went before
But this time, this time
I'm gonna try anything ta just feel better
Tell me what to do yeah
You know I can't see through the haze around me
And I do anything ta just feel better
And I can't find my way
God I need a change
And I do anything ta just feel better
Any little thing ta just feel better
She said I need you to hold me
I'm a little far from the shore
And I'm afraid of sinking
You're the only one who knows me
And who doesn't ignore
That my soul is weeping
I know, I know, I know
Part of me says let it go
Everything must have it seasons
Round and round it goes
And every day's a one before
But this time, this time
I'm gonna try anything ta just feels better
Tell me what to do
You know I can't see through the haze around me
And I do anything ta just feel better
And I can't find my way
God I need a change
And I do anything ta just feel better
Any little thing ta just feel better
I'm tired of holding on
To all things I ought to leave behind, yeah
It's really getting nowhere
I think I need a little help this time!
I'm gonna try anything ta just feel better
Tell me what to do
You know I can't see through the haze around me
And I do anything ta just feel better
And I can't find my way
Girl I need a change
And I'll do anything ta just feel better
Any little thing ta just feel better
And I can't tell anymore
If we coming or I'm going
It's not how I planed it
I've got the key to the door
But it just won't open
And I know, I know, I know
Part of me says let it go
That life happens for a reason
I don't, I don't, I don't
It goes I never went before
But this time, this time
I'm gonna try anything ta just feel better
Tell me what to do yeah
You know I can't see through the haze around me
And I do anything ta just feel better
And I can't find my way
God I need a change
And I do anything ta just feel better
Any little thing ta just feel better
She said I need you to hold me
I'm a little far from the shore
And I'm afraid of sinking
You're the only one who knows me
And who doesn't ignore
That my soul is weeping
I know, I know, I know
Part of me says let it go
Everything must have it seasons
Round and round it goes
And every day's a one before
But this time, this time
I'm gonna try anything ta just feels better
Tell me what to do
You know I can't see through the haze around me
And I do anything ta just feel better
And I can't find my way
God I need a change
And I do anything ta just feel better
Any little thing ta just feel better
I'm tired of holding on
To all things I ought to leave behind, yeah
It's really getting nowhere
I think I need a little help this time!
I'm gonna try anything ta just feel better
Tell me what to do
You know I can't see through the haze around me
And I do anything ta just feel better
And I can't find my way
Girl I need a change
And I'll do anything ta just feel better
Any little thing ta just feel better
Friday, October 31, 2008
Stop Crying Your Heart Out
Do as You Preach......
Hold up
Hold on
Don't be scared,
You'll never change what's been and gone
May your smile, (may your smile)
Shine on, (shine on)
Don't be scared, (don't be scared)
Your destiny may keep you warm,
'Cause all of the stars,
Have faded away
Just try not to worry,
You'll see them someday,
Take what you need,
And be on your way and
Stop crying your heart out
Get up, (get up)
Come on, (come on)
Why you scared? (I'm not scared)
You'll never change what's been and gone
'Cause all of the stars,
Have faded away
Just try not to worry,
You'll see them some day,
Take what you need,
And be on your way and
Stop crying your heart out
'Cause all of the stars,
Have faded away
Just try not to worry,
You'll see them someday.
Just take what you need,
And be on your way and
Stop crying your heart out
We're all of the stars,
We're fading away.
Just try not to worry,
You'll see us someday.
Just take what you need,
And be on your way and
Stop crying your heart out.
Hold up
Hold on
Don't be scared,
You'll never change what's been and gone
May your smile, (may your smile)
Shine on, (shine on)
Don't be scared, (don't be scared)
Your destiny may keep you warm,
'Cause all of the stars,
Have faded away
Just try not to worry,
You'll see them someday,
Take what you need,
And be on your way and
Stop crying your heart out
Get up, (get up)
Come on, (come on)
Why you scared? (I'm not scared)
You'll never change what's been and gone
'Cause all of the stars,
Have faded away
Just try not to worry,
You'll see them some day,
Take what you need,
And be on your way and
Stop crying your heart out
'Cause all of the stars,
Have faded away
Just try not to worry,
You'll see them someday.
Just take what you need,
And be on your way and
Stop crying your heart out
We're all of the stars,
We're fading away.
Just try not to worry,
You'll see us someday.
Just take what you need,
And be on your way and
Stop crying your heart out.
Thin Ice
I have a million things to say and they're all bursting out of my head, my brain and my gut that it's searing through my insides.
I will tread gently across the ice, one crack and I will drown in icy-cold laughter and ghosts from the past. One crack and I will fall through the thin ice of sanity and sink down to the abyss.
They say what don't kill you only makes you stronger. Why, then, do I find myself reaching for the gun?
In time, all in good time. For now, I guess, the pain will be a reminder of what was good. For now, I'll walk gently across the thin ice, one small fearful step at a time...
I will tread gently across the ice, one crack and I will drown in icy-cold laughter and ghosts from the past. One crack and I will fall through the thin ice of sanity and sink down to the abyss.
They say what don't kill you only makes you stronger. Why, then, do I find myself reaching for the gun?
In time, all in good time. For now, I guess, the pain will be a reminder of what was good. For now, I'll walk gently across the thin ice, one small fearful step at a time...
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Please Fasten Your Seatbelts
Today in Shenzen, a woman tried to jump off a building after she lost every last penny of her savings on the stocks. She went to the trading software company, demanding a refund for the e-trading program and compensation for her loss in the market but was unsuccessful.
I think news like this really underlines how connected we are in today's world, where money, especially those in the market, is not just power, but also a gun with the safety off. If you play with it long enough, chances are one day you'll get shot in the face without any warning.
There are no safe havens for this storm that we are weathering. If one goes down, we all go down. It's only a matter of sooner or later. So brace yourself folks, I'm no econ guru but I get the feeling that the stars are about to be re-aligned.
Hope we'll still be left standing when the dust settles.
I think news like this really underlines how connected we are in today's world, where money, especially those in the market, is not just power, but also a gun with the safety off. If you play with it long enough, chances are one day you'll get shot in the face without any warning.
There are no safe havens for this storm that we are weathering. If one goes down, we all go down. It's only a matter of sooner or later. So brace yourself folks, I'm no econ guru but I get the feeling that the stars are about to be re-aligned.
Hope we'll still be left standing when the dust settles.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Six
Montreal-based McGill University is launching a unique campaign that asks its participants to sum up their lives, or the world in general, in six simple words.
With the amount of information overflowing and overloading us every second of the day, it's almost impossible to do this with clarity and make some sense of our world in such a chaotic and unforgiving time.
What will your six word novel say about you or the world? Please share. I have yet to come up with my own.
Apparently, Ernest Hemingway once wrote "for sale: baby shoes, never worn." Meaning? Beats the hell out of me.
With the amount of information overflowing and overloading us every second of the day, it's almost impossible to do this with clarity and make some sense of our world in such a chaotic and unforgiving time.
What will your six word novel say about you or the world? Please share. I have yet to come up with my own.
Apparently, Ernest Hemingway once wrote "for sale: baby shoes, never worn." Meaning? Beats the hell out of me.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Sunday Morning Blues
Twisting and turning in the middle of the night, I finally fell asleep out of exhaustion. For a moment in my dreams I was back, and so happy. But when I woke up to unfamiliar sounds and found myself back in this new place that I suddenly call home, I can't help but wonder.
I wonder if this is the right decision. I wonder if this is a detour in the journey, or have my tracks been separated. When I walk out that door, I make sure I have a smile on my face and I enjoy the way things are, or aren't, here. From the moment I leave I keep it all buried inside until I come home, when I'm so tired that I fall right asleep so that it won't catch up to me. But that's why I hate Sundays now, because it reminds me of what I don't have anymore.
Here, everything I see, hear, smell and taste feels like home. But why is it that I feel everything but at home? Perhaps in time it will subside, perhaps in time I will be stronger for it; but what if I don't want to be? What if I don't want to forget?
The past is like cancer sometimes. You've got to get rid of it or kill it somehow, but in the process you'll also be killing a lot of the good part. So what do you do? What can you do?
For now I hope to keep moving, no, running. The faster I run, the less I think and I find that very therapeutic. That's why I hate Sundays now, because there's no where to run on Sundays, just into the wall.
I hear the bell and thank god for it. Time to keep moving with a smile again.
I wonder if this is the right decision. I wonder if this is a detour in the journey, or have my tracks been separated. When I walk out that door, I make sure I have a smile on my face and I enjoy the way things are, or aren't, here. From the moment I leave I keep it all buried inside until I come home, when I'm so tired that I fall right asleep so that it won't catch up to me. But that's why I hate Sundays now, because it reminds me of what I don't have anymore.
Here, everything I see, hear, smell and taste feels like home. But why is it that I feel everything but at home? Perhaps in time it will subside, perhaps in time I will be stronger for it; but what if I don't want to be? What if I don't want to forget?
The past is like cancer sometimes. You've got to get rid of it or kill it somehow, but in the process you'll also be killing a lot of the good part. So what do you do? What can you do?
For now I hope to keep moving, no, running. The faster I run, the less I think and I find that very therapeutic. That's why I hate Sundays now, because there's no where to run on Sundays, just into the wall.
I hear the bell and thank god for it. Time to keep moving with a smile again.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Funny Random Moments in Shanghai
Every now and then I find my self laughing at the way people act around here. Not at them, just....well okay at them but I can't help it. I'm not better than them, but it's just so damn funny that I want to put it down.
1. On the subway, a guy jumps onto the train and starts throwing little cards with ads on empty seats. It's pretty much a drive-by because he's relaly flipping them fast. But then he accidentally throws one in the face of this middle-aged guy that's eating gawd knows what on the subway. The guy goes "aiyahh! !@&(*#&!" and runs after the guy to yell at him, leaving his breakfast and bag on the floor. I start laughing uncontrollably cuz the guy with the cards is trying to sprint away from him.
2. It's noon and I'm walking to get some lunch and see this guy sleeping under a tree on the sidewalk. Face up, snoring and using a bottle of half empty Pepsi for a pillow. The only problem is the bottle keeps rolling off and he keeps bobbing off. If this isn't a great ad for Pepsi then I don't know what is.
3. This really abnoxiously loud man is talking on the cellphone on the subway and he's just f*cking loud. When he finally starts to get off the subway at a stop, he slips and drops his cellphone through the crack between the platform and the car. He quickly bends down to try and grab it but the door starts to close and boy it's fast. The door slams into his butt and clips his head for a second, holding him there until it reopened. He quickly jumped off to yell at the conductor and everyone laughs.
The above stories really did take place and I'm sure there will be more.
1. On the subway, a guy jumps onto the train and starts throwing little cards with ads on empty seats. It's pretty much a drive-by because he's relaly flipping them fast. But then he accidentally throws one in the face of this middle-aged guy that's eating gawd knows what on the subway. The guy goes "aiyahh! !@&(*#&!" and runs after the guy to yell at him, leaving his breakfast and bag on the floor. I start laughing uncontrollably cuz the guy with the cards is trying to sprint away from him.
2. It's noon and I'm walking to get some lunch and see this guy sleeping under a tree on the sidewalk. Face up, snoring and using a bottle of half empty Pepsi for a pillow. The only problem is the bottle keeps rolling off and he keeps bobbing off. If this isn't a great ad for Pepsi then I don't know what is.
3. This really abnoxiously loud man is talking on the cellphone on the subway and he's just f*cking loud. When he finally starts to get off the subway at a stop, he slips and drops his cellphone through the crack between the platform and the car. He quickly bends down to try and grab it but the door starts to close and boy it's fast. The door slams into his butt and clips his head for a second, holding him there until it reopened. He quickly jumped off to yell at the conductor and everyone laughs.
The above stories really did take place and I'm sure there will be more.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Moment of Clarity
99 percent of the time, I enjoy spilling my guts out onto the computer screen. I enjoy venting my daily frustrations, I enjoy voicing my occasional blues and I enojoy sharing my random thoughts. From time to time, I tend to dwell on the past and every little detail that has cast a mark in my heart; but today will be different.
As I sat down before the computer, firing up my browser and getting ready to blog about something that really ticked me off on the subway today, Anita messaged me.
Anita, together with Elton, are not only the nicest couple that I know from my days in Buffalo but they are also some of the most genuine and kindest souls that I have ever known. The first five minutes were typical, she asked me about what I have been doing these days with my new career and I selfishly wanting to talk about my own world. But then I found. Anita is a mom.
At first, I couldn't grasp the situation but when I saw the blog it all became very clear. My problems are so miniscule and insignificant. In today's world, where divorce rates seems to be higher than the gas price, it is nto only rare, but heart-warming to see two people making it work. Little Jesse has Elton's eyes and Anita's nose. The blog is not only full of adorable pictures of their fulfilling lives but you can tell the love that both Elton and Anita has for their little bundle of joy. I've known them as friends; Anita being a fun-loving and ooptimistic big girl and Elton being the big brother that can tell me all about cars and play Call of Duty together (Elton, don't deny). But with Jesse, I see the other side of their beautiful soul, the nurturing and selfless side that I rarely see in other people.
Thank you, Anita, for making my day. This is the kind of bombshell that I don't mind getting. More importantly, thank you for keeeping me in the loop and I feel very privileged to be on your busy thoughts, even for a brief moment.
Life is full of hassels, big and small. But all the frictions from this dog-eat-dog world seems meaningless in a moment like this. I'll try to keep this warm and fuzzy feeling as I keep moving on, maybe this way I won't lose myself in this seemingly endless city.
As I sat down before the computer, firing up my browser and getting ready to blog about something that really ticked me off on the subway today, Anita messaged me.
Anita, together with Elton, are not only the nicest couple that I know from my days in Buffalo but they are also some of the most genuine and kindest souls that I have ever known. The first five minutes were typical, she asked me about what I have been doing these days with my new career and I selfishly wanting to talk about my own world. But then I found. Anita is a mom.
At first, I couldn't grasp the situation but when I saw the blog it all became very clear. My problems are so miniscule and insignificant. In today's world, where divorce rates seems to be higher than the gas price, it is nto only rare, but heart-warming to see two people making it work. Little Jesse has Elton's eyes and Anita's nose. The blog is not only full of adorable pictures of their fulfilling lives but you can tell the love that both Elton and Anita has for their little bundle of joy. I've known them as friends; Anita being a fun-loving and ooptimistic big girl and Elton being the big brother that can tell me all about cars and play Call of Duty together (Elton, don't deny). But with Jesse, I see the other side of their beautiful soul, the nurturing and selfless side that I rarely see in other people.
Thank you, Anita, for making my day. This is the kind of bombshell that I don't mind getting. More importantly, thank you for keeeping me in the loop and I feel very privileged to be on your busy thoughts, even for a brief moment.
Life is full of hassels, big and small. But all the frictions from this dog-eat-dog world seems meaningless in a moment like this. I'll try to keep this warm and fuzzy feeling as I keep moving on, maybe this way I won't lose myself in this seemingly endless city.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Song of the Moment
Goodbye My Lover, James Blunt
Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won
So I took what's mine by eternal right
Took your soul out into the night
It may be over but it won't stop there
I am here for you if you'd only care
You touched my heart, you touched my soul
You changed my life and all my goals
And love is blind and that I knew when
My heart was blinded by you
I've kissed your lips and held your hand
Shared your dreams and shared your bed
I know you well, I know your smell
I've been addicted to you
Goodbye my lover
Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one for me
I am a dreamer and when I wake
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take
And as you move on, remember me
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile
I've watched you sleeping for a while
I'd be the father of your child
I'd spend a lifetime with you
I know your fears and you know mine
We've had our doubts but now we're fine
And I love you, I swear that's true
I cannot live without you
Goodbye my lover
Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one for me
And I still hold your hand in mine
In mine when I'm asleep
And I will bare my soul in time
When I'm kneeling at your feet
Goodbye my lover
Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one for me
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow
Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won
So I took what's mine by eternal right
Took your soul out into the night
It may be over but it won't stop there
I am here for you if you'd only care
You touched my heart, you touched my soul
You changed my life and all my goals
And love is blind and that I knew when
My heart was blinded by you
I've kissed your lips and held your hand
Shared your dreams and shared your bed
I know you well, I know your smell
I've been addicted to you
Goodbye my lover
Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one for me
I am a dreamer and when I wake
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take
And as you move on, remember me
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile
I've watched you sleeping for a while
I'd be the father of your child
I'd spend a lifetime with you
I know your fears and you know mine
We've had our doubts but now we're fine
And I love you, I swear that's true
I cannot live without you
Goodbye my lover
Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one for me
And I still hold your hand in mine
In mine when I'm asleep
And I will bare my soul in time
When I'm kneeling at your feet
Goodbye my lover
Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one for me
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow
Disoriented in the Orient
Since the hiccup with WordPress seems to be at least inavoidable for now, I've decided to record the daily and sometimes (well, mostly) random thoughts that I have distilled from sitting in the office everyday. I hope soon I'll be able to get back on WP but until then I will post directly and indirectly on both blogs so that I can continue to share my experience in this uncharted territory with you.
Today's the first day of my second week. As usual, I hopped on my hour-long subway ride to work with my "Coffwie Amewicana" from Starbucks (sorry I shouldn't poke fun, the little girl at the counter is actually quite adorable and has always been nice to me). I have learned, through a week of trial and error, to go straight to the end of the mile-long train and plant my skinny butt on the first opening that I could find. As a result, I am no longer the middle of the battlefield where boys and girls, grandmas and grandpas trade elbows to the ribs and box each other out harder than NBA players jostling for rebounds. I have learned to slowly sip my coffee while using my kung fu sense to dodge the occasional newspaper swiping my way or the frequent rhino stump from the guy or girl (sometimes with their hair I can't tell) standing in front of me.
Strangely enough, I still feel more at home in Boston. Funny how I couldn't finish the alphabet until I was 11 and now I feel lost without it. There are Chinese signs everywhere and I know that I understand perfectly, but yet I need an extra second to process the information. I'm sure in time I'll adjust to the language but I'm not so sure for the culture. People seems to be going to whereever it is that they are going at about 100 miles per hour. Pushing and shoving without the slightest gesture of apology and dare I say it, spitting in the street. Occasionally you do meet one of the nicer and more polite ones but those are rare finds.
Overcompensating is the word that comes to mind when I think of Shanghai these days. With its golden era and cultural heritage in the past, the Paris of the East is expanding in the new world with big foreign money, expensive brands, fast cars and big price tags. The city is still beautiful and amazing, but you get the feeling that the filling in the bread is taken out.
I love my job, the office is great and I enjoy doing the work. But sometimes you just get the feeling that there's this small void missing in this metropolis. There's still no warm hellos yet but I suppose I should be happy that more than a handful of people know my name now. For now, Chief Wiggum, Scratchy and Duffman who stand on my computer will have to give me the strangth and companionship I need.
When you're on your own your mind tend to wonders and sometimes bring you the blues. But for now I will plow on and hope for the best. I wish you all well and I hope I'll get to see some, if not all of you some day not far away. Until then, take care and good luck.
Today's the first day of my second week. As usual, I hopped on my hour-long subway ride to work with my "Coffwie Amewicana" from Starbucks (sorry I shouldn't poke fun, the little girl at the counter is actually quite adorable and has always been nice to me). I have learned, through a week of trial and error, to go straight to the end of the mile-long train and plant my skinny butt on the first opening that I could find. As a result, I am no longer the middle of the battlefield where boys and girls, grandmas and grandpas trade elbows to the ribs and box each other out harder than NBA players jostling for rebounds. I have learned to slowly sip my coffee while using my kung fu sense to dodge the occasional newspaper swiping my way or the frequent rhino stump from the guy or girl (sometimes with their hair I can't tell) standing in front of me.
Strangely enough, I still feel more at home in Boston. Funny how I couldn't finish the alphabet until I was 11 and now I feel lost without it. There are Chinese signs everywhere and I know that I understand perfectly, but yet I need an extra second to process the information. I'm sure in time I'll adjust to the language but I'm not so sure for the culture. People seems to be going to whereever it is that they are going at about 100 miles per hour. Pushing and shoving without the slightest gesture of apology and dare I say it, spitting in the street. Occasionally you do meet one of the nicer and more polite ones but those are rare finds.
Overcompensating is the word that comes to mind when I think of Shanghai these days. With its golden era and cultural heritage in the past, the Paris of the East is expanding in the new world with big foreign money, expensive brands, fast cars and big price tags. The city is still beautiful and amazing, but you get the feeling that the filling in the bread is taken out.
I love my job, the office is great and I enjoy doing the work. But sometimes you just get the feeling that there's this small void missing in this metropolis. There's still no warm hellos yet but I suppose I should be happy that more than a handful of people know my name now. For now, Chief Wiggum, Scratchy and Duffman who stand on my computer will have to give me the strangth and companionship I need.
When you're on your own your mind tend to wonders and sometimes bring you the blues. But for now I will plow on and hope for the best. I wish you all well and I hope I'll get to see some, if not all of you some day not far away. Until then, take care and good luck.
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