Well, I put so much thought into getting ready
Now I know that was the best part
It's so easy to get caught up in what I'm regretting
Forget what I got from a wounded heart
I'm the one who likes Gardenia
I'm the one who likes to make love on the floor
I don't want to hang up the phone yet
It's been good getting to know me more
I've been seeing all my old friends in the city
Walking alone in Central Park
Doing all the things that I've neglected
Traded 'em all in to be in your arms
Well, I hear my own voice sounds so silly
Keep on telling my story all around
Everything I lost seems so different
Well, this is how everybody gets found
Monday, April 13, 2009
Song of the Moment: "Maybe She'll Wait" - Bebo Norman
They say you cannot walk before you crawl
I wonder why, I wonder why
Because everybody dreams before they fall
A wonder world and then we lose it all
But I will dream of tomorrow
Where the past will not be in my way
Passion lives another day
And I will dream of tomorrow
Where perhaps she'll wait for me
And every single heart that I have held
In my hands, in my clumsy hands
I fumbled them around until they fell
It's much safer ground just keeping to myself
But I still dream of tomorrow
Where the past will not be in my way
Passion lives another day
And I still dream of tomorrow
Where perhaps she'll wait for me
And perhaps she'll wait for me
...
Or maybe she won't.
I wonder why, I wonder why
Because everybody dreams before they fall
A wonder world and then we lose it all
But I will dream of tomorrow
Where the past will not be in my way
Passion lives another day
And I will dream of tomorrow
Where perhaps she'll wait for me
And every single heart that I have held
In my hands, in my clumsy hands
I fumbled them around until they fell
It's much safer ground just keeping to myself
But I still dream of tomorrow
Where the past will not be in my way
Passion lives another day
And I still dream of tomorrow
Where perhaps she'll wait for me
And perhaps she'll wait for me
...
Or maybe she won't.
Picking up pieces
"After the Rain" - Blue Rodeo
...
I've heard that Canadians have been accused of being too apologetic; apologizing for things they're not necessarily at fault for. Sure it wasn't your intention to bump shoulders when squeezing by someone else in a narrow hallway, but it just seems natural to apologize, doesn't it? It does to me.
So sometimes, heated moment or not, I apologize. Perhaps it's not because I think I've done something wrong, but it's genuinely because causing someone any sort of discomfort is not what I would have wanted to do in any case. Sometimes it's that tiny "I'm sorry" that diffuses something what was on the verge of exploding. It doesn't cost very much, but it's utterance can be priceless in the right moments.
But then again, I'm Canadian--what do I know?
...
I can do anything I put my mind to. However, I don't claim to be perfect. The only time I've been kept from realizing my dreams, is when something prevents me from trying my best. When I'm allowed in and allowed to spread my wings, I can soar.
Then there are the times when I choose to stop trying. That happens when I've tried enough, and I need someone else to take a turn. I haven't given up, I'm just waiting for a hand.
...
My next post will be my 888th post. I hope it's a good one.
...
I don't wanna be the girl that has to fill the silence
The quiet scares me 'cause it screams the truth
--Pink
...
I get a little antsy when I sit in the quiet for too long. I find the need to seek out some sort of white noise to take the edge off the silence. Be it music, a TV talking in the background, or the murmur of other people going about their daily lives, it's that sort of filler that both distracts me and helps me focus at the same time.
The distraction is from my constant stream of thoughts and strings of imagined stories and conspiracies and plotlines. The focus comes from having to now tune out all of the extra sound to hone in on whatever the task at hand was in the first place. There are so many songs on my iPod that I've probably heard but never listened to because of this.
The above would also give explanation to why some nights I fall asleep to music, and let it play all through the night.
...
I watched Twilight finally tonight. Oh to be back in high school to not be with boys this time around, but instead wait and save it for the sake of simplicity. As if.
...
Okay. That's enough. I was thinking about writing italicized fictions about life and love and loathing, but was too self-conscious to do so, worrying that people might see too much of themselves in them and fret over where the lines of fiction end, and fact begins. There's that saying where "beauty is in the eye of the beholder;" I wish there were some saying to that effect about seeing yourself as the character in a story.
...
the most important thing I've learned is that being right means shit. All it does is place your own pride over the feelings of the other person....
~ehbaba
I've heard that Canadians have been accused of being too apologetic; apologizing for things they're not necessarily at fault for. Sure it wasn't your intention to bump shoulders when squeezing by someone else in a narrow hallway, but it just seems natural to apologize, doesn't it? It does to me.
So sometimes, heated moment or not, I apologize. Perhaps it's not because I think I've done something wrong, but it's genuinely because causing someone any sort of discomfort is not what I would have wanted to do in any case. Sometimes it's that tiny "I'm sorry" that diffuses something what was on the verge of exploding. It doesn't cost very much, but it's utterance can be priceless in the right moments.
But then again, I'm Canadian--what do I know?
...
I can do anything I put my mind to. However, I don't claim to be perfect. The only time I've been kept from realizing my dreams, is when something prevents me from trying my best. When I'm allowed in and allowed to spread my wings, I can soar.
Then there are the times when I choose to stop trying. That happens when I've tried enough, and I need someone else to take a turn. I haven't given up, I'm just waiting for a hand.
...
My next post will be my 888th post. I hope it's a good one.
...
I don't wanna be the girl that has to fill the silence
The quiet scares me 'cause it screams the truth
--Pink
...
I get a little antsy when I sit in the quiet for too long. I find the need to seek out some sort of white noise to take the edge off the silence. Be it music, a TV talking in the background, or the murmur of other people going about their daily lives, it's that sort of filler that both distracts me and helps me focus at the same time.
The distraction is from my constant stream of thoughts and strings of imagined stories and conspiracies and plotlines. The focus comes from having to now tune out all of the extra sound to hone in on whatever the task at hand was in the first place. There are so many songs on my iPod that I've probably heard but never listened to because of this.
The above would also give explanation to why some nights I fall asleep to music, and let it play all through the night.
...
I watched Twilight finally tonight. Oh to be back in high school to not be with boys this time around, but instead wait and save it for the sake of simplicity. As if.
...
Okay. That's enough. I was thinking about writing italicized fictions about life and love and loathing, but was too self-conscious to do so, worrying that people might see too much of themselves in them and fret over where the lines of fiction end, and fact begins. There's that saying where "beauty is in the eye of the beholder;" I wish there were some saying to that effect about seeing yourself as the character in a story.
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Quote of the Moment
"Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live."
--Mark Twain (1835 - 1910)
--Mark Twain (1835 - 1910)
Monday, April 06, 2009
What it's worth
Taking a moment to archive my oldest 3 months worth of email, I find I have a second to make the realization that my writing makes for great at-work reading. :)
While I have my few faithful followers who search me out in moments of curious idleness at home (probably in an attempt to find reading suitable to lull them to sleep), most of my readers (according to reports, anyway) look me up while at work. My guess is that either they're infinitely nosy and wanting to find private moments (of course you find these at work, rather than at home...?) to spy on me, or that my writing's been rated as a great time-waster. A great filler to while the hours away at work.
But you know what? I'm okay with that. I'm not picky about where my audience is or why they find themselves here. The fact that I even HAVE an audience is amazing. The fact that I have repeat readers is gobsmacking (I re-learned that word from FC-M last week). Glad you're here!
70 hits short of 20,000 is nothing to scoff at, right?
However, do you really have to Google me every time? Don't you have even a little space for my url in your memory (it's easy!) or in your bookmarks? ;)
While I have my few faithful followers who search me out in moments of curious idleness at home (probably in an attempt to find reading suitable to lull them to sleep), most of my readers (according to reports, anyway) look me up while at work. My guess is that either they're infinitely nosy and wanting to find private moments (of course you find these at work, rather than at home...?) to spy on me, or that my writing's been rated as a great time-waster. A great filler to while the hours away at work.
But you know what? I'm okay with that. I'm not picky about where my audience is or why they find themselves here. The fact that I even HAVE an audience is amazing. The fact that I have repeat readers is gobsmacking (I re-learned that word from FC-M last week). Glad you're here!
70 hits short of 20,000 is nothing to scoff at, right?
However, do you really have to Google me every time? Don't you have even a little space for my url in your memory (it's easy!) or in your bookmarks? ;)
Not just snips and snails
We came, we played, we conquered. DAMN, it felt good.
GoFood SUGAR!!!
It was not a walk in the park--we earned that championship. It also helped that we had our own (overly-) exuberant cheering squad.
"There are almost enough boys to make their own team!"
It was true. Strong as we ladies are, sometimes it makes us that much stronger to see we've got that back-up there, supporting us every step of the way--9am game or not. :)
...
Speaking of boys, tonight was dinner with the boys, and while food and coversation was varied, the end result was me being ready and rearing for the next big travel adventure, this hemisphere or not. A return to Japan, a stint in South Korea, an Indo-Thai-Malaysia-Vietnam-Cambo whirlwind, a visit to HK/China, a trip to Kiwi-land and Australia, and then throughout Europe contiki-styles. The bug has bitten. Hard.
Go
It was not a walk in the park--we earned that championship. It also helped that we had our own (overly-) exuberant cheering squad.
"There are almost enough boys to make their own team!"
It was true. Strong as we ladies are, sometimes it makes us that much stronger to see we've got that back-up there, supporting us every step of the way--9am game or not. :)
...
Speaking of boys, tonight was dinner with the boys, and while food and coversation was varied, the end result was me being ready and rearing for the next big travel adventure, this hemisphere or not. A return to Japan, a stint in South Korea, an Indo-Thai-Malaysia-Vietnam-Cambo whirlwind, a visit to HK/China, a trip to Kiwi-land and Australia, and then throughout Europe contiki-styles. The bug has bitten. Hard.
Thursday, April 02, 2009
Crazy in love
"If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you."
- Winnie the Pooh
- Winnie the Pooh
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