i gotta go i gotta go. too occupied to blog. but three thoughts to sum up where i'm at---

-beyond politics are like kids in the playground; we should always strive to build past our current uncaring designs;
-in our world where everything is being made like styrofoam, it is just right to think that nothing is dispensible; all your memories are valuable, be it good or bad, and that out of all the heap or the rubble one can continue to build on what has been done;
-to dream, to joke, to smile, to be able to absorb the moment without regard for worries nor baggage---these are things that everyone must continually learn from children.

okay, enough said. i really gotta go... bye!

If I try to sum up my mood of the day, I would just stare into the wall for hours and not come up with anything. That's just it. Blah. Just straight up "blah!"

Maybe it's because I've been tied up with work. Maybe because there's no clear understanding on where I would like my life to go. Maybe because I let my eyes wander to whoever comes my way. Maybe because I don't want to make a choice. Maybe I got the blues. Maybe I got the reminiscing of bitter and of sweet. Maybe I just enjoy the company of friends. Maybe I just soak up the tangle in the moment.

Or maybe I just haven't ask myself how the hell are you, and see the mirror of one's own self, and try to understand what a hidden heart slowly speaks, of will and of sentiment, of passion and of sweet intentions. And act on it as one should do, and enjoy the path where your feet takes you, and your hands to craft the future that awaits its becoming one with you.

Yeah, that's just what it is, I guess.

Just a little something I love listening to. And don't worry, I am not entering another episode of depressed state again. But maybe the blues, that come through like a wind, and nowadays lord knows where it's coming from. It just comes and goes...

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I gotta give it up though, Adam's good.

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When I think of heaven

Deliver me in a black-winged bird

I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers

And all other instruments of faith and sex and God in the belly of a black-winged bird.

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Don't try to feed me

I've been here before and I deserve a little more

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I belong in the service of the queen

I belong anywhere but in between

She's been crying, I've been thinking

And I am the rain king

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And I said mama, mama, mama, why am I so alone? I can't go outside

I'm scared I might not make it home

I'm alive, I'm alive but I'm sinking in

If there's anyone at home at your place, darling

Why don't you invite me in?

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Don't try to bleed me

'Cause I've been there before and I deserve a little more

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I belong in the service of the queen

I belong anywhere but in between

Sh'es been lying, I've been sinking

And I am the rain king

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Hey, I only want the same as anyone

Henderson is waiting for the sun

Oh, it seems night endlessly begins and ends

After all the dreaming I come home again...

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When I think of heaven

Deliver me in a black-winged bird

I think of dying

Lay me down in a field of flame and heather

Render up my body into the burning heart of God in the belly of a black-winged bird

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Don't try to bleed me

'Cause I've been here before and I deserve a little more

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I belong in the service of the queen

I belong anywhere but in between

Shes been dying, Ive been drinking

And I am the rain king...

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-Counting Crows

...The wind was behind them now, so they didn’t have to shout.

"Rabbit’s clever," said Pooh thoughtfully.

"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit’s clever."

"And he has a Brain."

"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit has a Brain."

[Then] there was a long silence.

"I suppose," said Pooh, "that that’s why he never understands anything."

—from Benjamin Hoff’s
Tao of Pooh

I miss the time I had in high school. But really, what I miss, is the ability and the time available to live one's life.

To all the working people around the world ---happy birthday!!!

I think I know why. I really think I know why. Your need to love is greater than your need for love. Your love mandates you to move, more than anything else, including what you get in return. I only wished it was a better world, no?, where love is equally shared, and fairly reciprocated. But such things don’t even matter, right? It is what you give, never what you receive. It is true that love is an ever-consuming thing, but it is also an act that truly transcends selfish pride...

...You know what I really wish? I wish there were more of us... haha!!! >:)