September 28, 2004
The Architect's Hopes & Fears
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From time to time, let the music be your guide.
September 27, 2004
YES
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I haven't worn the shirt for a long while. The other night I wore it and I felt good. It put a smile on my face. *happysad*
September 25, 2004
Resumé / Everyman / Everywoman
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On another note, remember John Lennon/Yoko Ono's album Double Fantasy? Specifically, the song Every Man Has a Woman Who Loves Him? [Most peeps are prolly like, "Yikes, Yoko Ono!!" This time around Yoko came out with her own version of the song to reflect the gay community... woohoo!! Basement Jaxx did a Man2Man, Woman2Woman and a regular Str8 version... I uploaded a couple of mixes to my radioblog. I know I have a lot of songs in there... But if you happened to be in the mood, feel free to dig around, you'll find them...
Have a wonderful weekend! Signing off...
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Every man has a man who loves him
In rain or shine or life and death
If he finds him in this lifetime
He will know when he looks into his eyes
Why do I roam when I know you're the one
Why do I laugh when I feel like crying
Every woman has a woman who loves her
Rise or fall of her life and death
If she finds her in this life time
She will know when she presses her ear to her breast
Why do I roam when I know you're the one
Why do I run when I feel like holding you
Every man has a man who loves him
If he finds him in this lifetime
He will know...
September 20, 2004
The Passage
When one's alive, one feels the love, and the pain... and when death finally comes? Now why must I talk about death n' dying...
I was thinking [again] last night right before I fell asleep... Listening to a bit of music, drifting off... conversing with the dreamy demons: Y'know, not everyone's 'fortunate' enough to lie in his/her own deathbed. Sounds a bit morbid? It's just that you've read and heard stories about people 'letting go', while they're clutching their last breaths...
"It's okay, it's okay to let go... It's time..."
When people are in their last hours of life, sometimes, they need to be reassured. Next week is my grandfather's 10-year anniversary since his passing. I wasn't at the hospital that night cuz I was working, and by the time I got the message and hurried over to the hospital, he was gone... The room was cleaned up and everyone had gone home. I didn't cry, and I didn't cry 'til the day of the burial.
You know that splitting moment when the dying [whether consciously or subconsciously] made that undeniable decision to finally 'cross over', there's just no going back... So I was thinking - that moment seems neither happy nor sad... It's just the thing to do.
September 18, 2004
It Wanted The Light It Wanted Everything Inside
[One] thought popped in my mind this morning [or was it last night?]... I believe a thought is basically linear, and singular, pretty much... A schizophrenic may hear different voices in the head, are they played out one after another or multi-layered?
Can anyone have multiple thoughts [not voices] going on at the same time? Is it possible? Thinking within. I wonder.
Music: Darron Flagg; Bach - C-Major Prelude from The Well Tempered Clavier
September 14, 2004
RADIO.BLOG.CLUB
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I've seen this before and I think it's a bitchin' idea/application!! Thanks radio.blog.club. Everyone should start one! This way, we all can sample each other's taste in music... oooh! If you don't have broadband/DSL/cable modem, get it now! :-) Hopefully I'll get my radio done this week! Woohooo! So what have you been listening to lately?
BTW, has anyone seen Gary Jules's Mad World video?
Music: Dave Clarke - Disgraceland [with Chicks on Speed]
September 11, 2004
September 08, 2004
People
It's 10.57pm right now and it's late for me. I stopped off at the bank ATM machine about an hour ago and got some cash out. Near the front of the bank was this Mexican catering truck parked at the curb. I haven't taken my iron pill for the day so I decided to get some tacos to go ['em damn pills can really wreck havoc to your stomach even if you take it with food!!! ugh! Anyway, long story!]... I ordered 4.
I took out a $20 bill to pay her and she said: "Smaller?" "Sorry, I only have $20's. Is it 4 dollars? You can just give me fifteen back." She smiled as she reached in her apron and took out a small wad of money, with bunch of singles and one 5-dollar bill. She counted the one 5 and the rest with dollar bills. "5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15... 16." She counted every bill out.
I felt kinda bad. I wanted to make it easier for her thinking that she would most likely have a $10 and a $5 for change... I also wanted to give her a tip or something... I know, with my friggin' dollar ain't gonna buy her anything... I didn't see a tip box, and giving her 1 or 2 dollars flat out is prolly an insult or something. I was thinking: I know working these late hours isn't easy at all, and they all work hard and probably get so little out of it... I smiled and said my thank you, and then I took my food and walked away.
I could say more, but I won't. To me, they were very friendly, genuine, hardworking people... and I think that's something worth writing about. G'nite!
September 03, 2004
Untitled 0034
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