Mainly, the deep thought of the day...
What is life… but a coffin that keeps you very still while it drags you through hell and beyond, until you finally rot and vanish in the dirt… What is life but the greatest joke that has been played on us… May Death hurry and grant its soothing release, I have nothing left to live for in this cursed place.
Just truth, un-adorned. No space for being nice, or butterflies, or rainbows, or pixies… No space for hope.
10-4
Monday, July 31, 2006
Sunday, July 30, 2006
A series of unfortunate events...
Perhaps being simply too stressed up to actually count my blessings… Seems that an ancient evil has risen and so it has cursed my life even more, to make certain that I know what pain is, period, by annoying me to death. And so the unfortunate events continue…
Monday
The idea was to get the car fixed, but Ito was not there. So, to Yauco Plaza and to wait for Raven who was to arrive in a second… or two… or three… or perhaps within an hour, or two… Get the point? A long wait, and so she appears with the Riddler. How cute. So, a small trip to a hardware shop to get some paint, and then to Ponce’s Mall to get completely annoyed. Whatever, long story. Let’s keep this short. Went back home, very tired from all the walking done… Loooong useless day…
Tuesday
Groundels birthday. Yay. Not much to do about it because of lack of fundings… Went to Raven’s lair, Groundel got in the pool with Ravens kids and it all ended with me fighting with Groundel over some old issues… Delivered him, but he called and middlepoints may have been reached… Sort of… And another useless fruitless day passed away…
Wednesday
The morning began with a recount of all the evil things I do for the fun of myself… Or so it is, according to Auntie. She delivered a speech to LS stating basically that I am a lazy ass that lives to be served and that do nothing else of worth… It bothered me, but the Guajataca Trails contented me. Upon arriving from the big adventure, little did I knew that chaos would be unleashed and I was to savor the cup of ultimate annoyance…
Auntie announced in her flamboyant ways that Uncle wanted to reach me, and so the speech of the bitch that won’t answer the phone began. No sense in actually acknowledging that she called all the wrong phones, not my cel… She ended up screaming at the top of her lungs all the descriptive things she said oh so politely to LS in the morning. So, to cool her off (oddly enough I was thinking of Animal Planet’s showing how to tame wild animals when they are deeply upset) I sprinkled her with water. As she turned to throw something at me, the whole glass of water went her way, and so my fate was sealed: I had dared to defile the shrine of an ancient rampage goddess, and so punishment had to fall over me. Flying objects, kicks and punches… Me daring to grab her hands so she would stop hitting me insanely only made things worst as she started screaming in top of her lungs that I was hitting her (WTF?) and that I would not stay another minute in the house.
So, the flying objects went to the outside, where she started throwing my stuff. Trying to ignore the tantrum I simply started to take things from the floor… Oh, the disrespect of that! Later on Uncle called, and her screaming only caused him to warn me that if we both did not stop it he would hang up. Things that makes you go hmmm… I confined myself to my room for a while, all the time she was making the front page on all important newspapers advertising to all what a bitch I am… She was to call my mother to come and take me away (that’s a BIG WTF!!!). I went out to put the car inside the garage, and a shower that began with me being a hypocrite and fresh and conscienceless began. I just put the car in, and went to entomb myself inside my room… I know she called my mother and my granny and other people… Whatever. Barricated the door because she can get really psycho, and tried to sleep on it… A pointless stupid thing that began with my uncle's need to reach me ended up with me being thrown out of the house... It gets better by the second... My aunt cursed me.
Thursday
Had to meet the guy that will do doors and windows for the house, so had to get off the house. My main concern was that, knowing my aunt, she would throw everything outside and close with different locks, locking me out… But, I had to go. Met the guy, Uncle was there too manifesting his machete in the way… 7 doors and moving a window will be $2,000. So that was the big ouch of the month. But, has to be done, I need security first before actually moving things over there…
Lady in the Water: Lovely movie, innocent, a bit refreshing, a bit predictable but entertaining.
At night the locks were intact, so I just sneaked in to take a bath and sleep.
Friday
I dared to have breakfast at home, doing everything myself… Gee, and I don’t just die, sorry Auntie! Still not talking to me, so I guess she expects me to be out by Sunday… We’ll see. Even Uncle wont move me out until there is light at the house and what has to be fixed is fixed… So… She will have to deal with it for a bit longer…
My intention was to start house cleanup, but there was no water. Pissed at that, wandered the mall in search of useful things that vanished because now I am cursed. Great. Went home, confined myself to kittyland and then to sleep. Another useless day had passed…
Saturday
The plan was to go to Yauco early to do my car… Foiled plan, because I keep forgetting I am cursed. The shock absorvers were not the right ones, so after all this time, had to go to WA to try getting the right ones. Because I am cursed there was none available, and so they will try reaching me during the week if they get them… So… Back home, since I was stuck with a keep pain… took a pair of pills and off to bed. There was a mild storm and I didn’t notice… Woke up at night, in time to go grab a burger and visit Raven for a bit. The exciting part was the cops blocking the way to Raven’s lair… LOL That was cool, but as usual, no one stops me… They must feel the goodness when they see my aura and they get so nauseous… Dared to arrive almost at midnight, and everything was deserted but with the right locks… Another useless day survived…
Sunday just arrived… Cannot tell how it all will end up today… I just know that soon I will go off to bed, under a pill spell that will last for 8 hours… After that, please say a prayer for me, so at least half of all curses are lifted, thank-u-very-much… I need peace and quiet to start working on Monday…
And this has been the series of unfortunate events that has been occurring in my small pathetic life simply to make it more annoying than the usual… Hurray, hurray… Sometimes just working and sleeping provides ultimate fun… Who knew…
10-4
Monday
The idea was to get the car fixed, but Ito was not there. So, to Yauco Plaza and to wait for Raven who was to arrive in a second… or two… or three… or perhaps within an hour, or two… Get the point? A long wait, and so she appears with the Riddler. How cute. So, a small trip to a hardware shop to get some paint, and then to Ponce’s Mall to get completely annoyed. Whatever, long story. Let’s keep this short. Went back home, very tired from all the walking done… Loooong useless day…
Tuesday
Groundels birthday. Yay. Not much to do about it because of lack of fundings… Went to Raven’s lair, Groundel got in the pool with Ravens kids and it all ended with me fighting with Groundel over some old issues… Delivered him, but he called and middlepoints may have been reached… Sort of… And another useless fruitless day passed away…
Wednesday
The morning began with a recount of all the evil things I do for the fun of myself… Or so it is, according to Auntie. She delivered a speech to LS stating basically that I am a lazy ass that lives to be served and that do nothing else of worth… It bothered me, but the Guajataca Trails contented me. Upon arriving from the big adventure, little did I knew that chaos would be unleashed and I was to savor the cup of ultimate annoyance…
Auntie announced in her flamboyant ways that Uncle wanted to reach me, and so the speech of the bitch that won’t answer the phone began. No sense in actually acknowledging that she called all the wrong phones, not my cel… She ended up screaming at the top of her lungs all the descriptive things she said oh so politely to LS in the morning. So, to cool her off (oddly enough I was thinking of Animal Planet’s showing how to tame wild animals when they are deeply upset) I sprinkled her with water. As she turned to throw something at me, the whole glass of water went her way, and so my fate was sealed: I had dared to defile the shrine of an ancient rampage goddess, and so punishment had to fall over me. Flying objects, kicks and punches… Me daring to grab her hands so she would stop hitting me insanely only made things worst as she started screaming in top of her lungs that I was hitting her (WTF?) and that I would not stay another minute in the house.
So, the flying objects went to the outside, where she started throwing my stuff. Trying to ignore the tantrum I simply started to take things from the floor… Oh, the disrespect of that! Later on Uncle called, and her screaming only caused him to warn me that if we both did not stop it he would hang up. Things that makes you go hmmm… I confined myself to my room for a while, all the time she was making the front page on all important newspapers advertising to all what a bitch I am… She was to call my mother to come and take me away (that’s a BIG WTF!!!). I went out to put the car inside the garage, and a shower that began with me being a hypocrite and fresh and conscienceless began. I just put the car in, and went to entomb myself inside my room… I know she called my mother and my granny and other people… Whatever. Barricated the door because she can get really psycho, and tried to sleep on it… A pointless stupid thing that began with my uncle's need to reach me ended up with me being thrown out of the house... It gets better by the second... My aunt cursed me.
Thursday
Had to meet the guy that will do doors and windows for the house, so had to get off the house. My main concern was that, knowing my aunt, she would throw everything outside and close with different locks, locking me out… But, I had to go. Met the guy, Uncle was there too manifesting his machete in the way… 7 doors and moving a window will be $2,000. So that was the big ouch of the month. But, has to be done, I need security first before actually moving things over there…
Lady in the Water: Lovely movie, innocent, a bit refreshing, a bit predictable but entertaining.
At night the locks were intact, so I just sneaked in to take a bath and sleep.
Friday
I dared to have breakfast at home, doing everything myself… Gee, and I don’t just die, sorry Auntie! Still not talking to me, so I guess she expects me to be out by Sunday… We’ll see. Even Uncle wont move me out until there is light at the house and what has to be fixed is fixed… So… She will have to deal with it for a bit longer…
My intention was to start house cleanup, but there was no water. Pissed at that, wandered the mall in search of useful things that vanished because now I am cursed. Great. Went home, confined myself to kittyland and then to sleep. Another useless day had passed…
Saturday
The plan was to go to Yauco early to do my car… Foiled plan, because I keep forgetting I am cursed. The shock absorvers were not the right ones, so after all this time, had to go to WA to try getting the right ones. Because I am cursed there was none available, and so they will try reaching me during the week if they get them… So… Back home, since I was stuck with a keep pain… took a pair of pills and off to bed. There was a mild storm and I didn’t notice… Woke up at night, in time to go grab a burger and visit Raven for a bit. The exciting part was the cops blocking the way to Raven’s lair… LOL That was cool, but as usual, no one stops me… They must feel the goodness when they see my aura and they get so nauseous… Dared to arrive almost at midnight, and everything was deserted but with the right locks… Another useless day survived…
Sunday just arrived… Cannot tell how it all will end up today… I just know that soon I will go off to bed, under a pill spell that will last for 8 hours… After that, please say a prayer for me, so at least half of all curses are lifted, thank-u-very-much… I need peace and quiet to start working on Monday…
And this has been the series of unfortunate events that has been occurring in my small pathetic life simply to make it more annoying than the usual… Hurray, hurray… Sometimes just working and sleeping provides ultimate fun… Who knew…
10-4
Friday, July 28, 2006
Guajataca Trails
The week has been quite a load, in every sense... But I'll try to keep it pleasant, so here goes the only leisure event I have been able to accomplish in weeks. Enjoy!
The Journey
Oh, we all can be so innocent! LS was clever enough to convince the forest guardian to actually give us a trail map so we would not appear in Unsolved Mysteries. Little did we know that the trails were slippery filled with traps and spiders and annoying boy scouts... The way towards the target (the Caves of Wind) was 3.5km to get there... A small oasis in the way allowed for feet delight. The way promised to be long and to torture us with thirst and hunger... It delivered flawlessly. Oddly enough, we spotted a butterfly that after capturing its beauty on the camera, followed us all the way to the cave and then back... Guess that she wanted to appear on more pics, either that or she loved Groundel's perfume...
Arrival
Surprise, surprise... We got to the cave's entrance... It went down and I instantly disliked it because of the darkness it shed towards the outside world... I could only picture spiders crawling over me. But what the heck, after doubting the stairs'stability, down we went... The giant maw that greeted us was simply stunning!
Baby Steps
Oh, stupidity can linger even among gods... We were very willing to go into the cave... but we missed a small detail: We needed light to go deeper into the cave... Just beside the entrance, majestic roots showed off light and shadows... We dared to stumbled in the darkness with the light of a cellular. Somehow we managed to stand in that slippery floor, and went behind some cave rocks and stalagmites for some pics.
Left Side
Hmph! Under a cell light no one can really see what lies ahead... So we dared to follow the light into a safe distance. When the dark shroud completely blinded us we decided to take note on human instinct and return to the cave's entrance.
Right Side
There was what seems to be a rocky shroud of wall... darkness didnt allow us to go deeper into it. The floor seemed filled with water... Maybe an illusion. I just flashed the camera various times to get some cool pics (and if you stare long enough you will actually see a couple making out in the faraway side of the cavern... Umm... Sorry!
Outside
Well, here's a look from inside-out and then at the cave's entrance stairs, for memories... After the encounter with bat poo and natures's bane, we had to head back walking another 3.5km... On the way we took a different trail which featured the lookout area, from where the whole forest can be enjoyed (and a real pain to get there as it is up, up, up, and friggin up!). It was windy (Coriolis would have LOVED it) and nature looked... healthy? Anyway, this time we actually saw all the interpretative stations that we missed at first... Yay!
Farewell
After interpreting our way, and feeling compelled to navigate towards the nearest nourishing station (civilization in the name of the AVO, jejeh), we cheered as we conquered nature (after it screwed us... literally...) and lived to tell the tale...
Abadia, fumbled plan... Again we tried to go see the moat in Isabela. This tima the visiting hours had passed and Little John was guarding the place while listening to raegaetón and talking in the cel... Whatever... We were too tired to complain too much, so off to our hometown after a full day of woodland adventuring...
And so it was that the bard, the elf and the ugly travelled in search of fortune and fame, and returned with a beaten ass... Mother Nature, be proud!
10-4
The Journey
Oh, we all can be so innocent! LS was clever enough to convince the forest guardian to actually give us a trail map so we would not appear in Unsolved Mysteries. Little did we know that the trails were slippery filled with traps and spiders and annoying boy scouts... The way towards the target (the Caves of Wind) was 3.5km to get there... A small oasis in the way allowed for feet delight. The way promised to be long and to torture us with thirst and hunger... It delivered flawlessly. Oddly enough, we spotted a butterfly that after capturing its beauty on the camera, followed us all the way to the cave and then back... Guess that she wanted to appear on more pics, either that or she loved Groundel's perfume...
Arrival
Surprise, surprise... We got to the cave's entrance... It went down and I instantly disliked it because of the darkness it shed towards the outside world... I could only picture spiders crawling over me. But what the heck, after doubting the stairs'stability, down we went... The giant maw that greeted us was simply stunning!
Baby Steps
Oh, stupidity can linger even among gods... We were very willing to go into the cave... but we missed a small detail: We needed light to go deeper into the cave... Just beside the entrance, majestic roots showed off light and shadows... We dared to stumbled in the darkness with the light of a cellular. Somehow we managed to stand in that slippery floor, and went behind some cave rocks and stalagmites for some pics.
Left Side
Hmph! Under a cell light no one can really see what lies ahead... So we dared to follow the light into a safe distance. When the dark shroud completely blinded us we decided to take note on human instinct and return to the cave's entrance.
Right Side
There was what seems to be a rocky shroud of wall... darkness didnt allow us to go deeper into it. The floor seemed filled with water... Maybe an illusion. I just flashed the camera various times to get some cool pics (and if you stare long enough you will actually see a couple making out in the faraway side of the cavern... Umm... Sorry!
Outside
Well, here's a look from inside-out and then at the cave's entrance stairs, for memories... After the encounter with bat poo and natures's bane, we had to head back walking another 3.5km... On the way we took a different trail which featured the lookout area, from where the whole forest can be enjoyed (and a real pain to get there as it is up, up, up, and friggin up!). It was windy (Coriolis would have LOVED it) and nature looked... healthy? Anyway, this time we actually saw all the interpretative stations that we missed at first... Yay!
Farewell
After interpreting our way, and feeling compelled to navigate towards the nearest nourishing station (civilization in the name of the AVO, jejeh), we cheered as we conquered nature (after it screwed us... literally...) and lived to tell the tale...
Abadia, fumbled plan... Again we tried to go see the moat in Isabela. This tima the visiting hours had passed and Little John was guarding the place while listening to raegaetón and talking in the cel... Whatever... We were too tired to complain too much, so off to our hometown after a full day of woodland adventuring...
And so it was that the bard, the elf and the ugly travelled in search of fortune and fame, and returned with a beaten ass... Mother Nature, be proud!
10-4
Monday, July 24, 2006
And rain kissed the car
Midday. Set out the right means to perform the inspired task at hand... clean the car inside out. Vacuumed, clorox-sprayed the vynil rugs, got rid of mud and earth chunks, got rid of stones and trash, got rid of stickers that lost their luster, got rid of old murky tints. Ravage Plunderer lives once more!
Tired but not ready to allow defeat to numb the day... Groundel's pal Big John was around visiting the family (he now lives his life at Tennesee, passed through his hometown because of homesickness I guess)... So, we took him out for dinner at THE favorite BBQ chicken place... It was a damned ride. We arrived after battling insane motorcycles, clueless ambulances and nosy policemen... to find the ATM was not working there... So... The quest for the ATM shrine took us across the deserts and ponds and bayous of the island... Just when there was no hope, there it was... a savior... a haven... Gosh! Big John had to wait for his dinner for almost two hours... But the wait was worth it. We devoured everything and came back to deliver him to his foster home... He's leaving tomorrow, so it was pure luck we found him.
Big John is the only acquaintance from Groundel's past that I am always glad to have around. He's shown me he is not in for bullshit, a hard worker and a man true to his family and friends. Gotta love the big guy.
I'll see if I can do the shock absorvers/water pump change tomorrow during the morning... Lucinda wants to go treasure hunting in the afternoon, let's see if that happens. Guajataca thinguie should be on Wednesday if I do my car (the repairs, pervs!). LS has all the details planned, and it all sounds good. Hopefully, no weddings taking place at the moat... ;)
Tril tried getting in touch at a bad moment, as when I am actually working I completely dislike being interrupted. Well, actually what makes me insane is that the phone rings and rings and rings and noone answers, so I have to leave all I am doing to get it. It is plain stupid from the house dwellers... And it is also stupid to let a phone ring more than 6 times... Hello? Doesn't that tells you there is noone available at the moment? Geesh! I guess he'll be upset for some weeks now, that's what he does...
Gotta catch some Z's, over & out.
10-4
Tired but not ready to allow defeat to numb the day... Groundel's pal Big John was around visiting the family (he now lives his life at Tennesee, passed through his hometown because of homesickness I guess)... So, we took him out for dinner at THE favorite BBQ chicken place... It was a damned ride. We arrived after battling insane motorcycles, clueless ambulances and nosy policemen... to find the ATM was not working there... So... The quest for the ATM shrine took us across the deserts and ponds and bayous of the island... Just when there was no hope, there it was... a savior... a haven... Gosh! Big John had to wait for his dinner for almost two hours... But the wait was worth it. We devoured everything and came back to deliver him to his foster home... He's leaving tomorrow, so it was pure luck we found him.
Big John is the only acquaintance from Groundel's past that I am always glad to have around. He's shown me he is not in for bullshit, a hard worker and a man true to his family and friends. Gotta love the big guy.
I'll see if I can do the shock absorvers/water pump change tomorrow during the morning... Lucinda wants to go treasure hunting in the afternoon, let's see if that happens. Guajataca thinguie should be on Wednesday if I do my car (the repairs, pervs!). LS has all the details planned, and it all sounds good. Hopefully, no weddings taking place at the moat... ;)
Tril tried getting in touch at a bad moment, as when I am actually working I completely dislike being interrupted. Well, actually what makes me insane is that the phone rings and rings and rings and noone answers, so I have to leave all I am doing to get it. It is plain stupid from the house dwellers... And it is also stupid to let a phone ring more than 6 times... Hello? Doesn't that tells you there is noone available at the moment? Geesh! I guess he'll be upset for some weeks now, that's what he does...
Gotta catch some Z's, over & out.
10-4
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Two down, more to go
Spent the day showing my love for my feline companions... cleaning the whole room so they can breath freely, vacuum cleaning their tower of terror, and providing the greatest kitty pleasers: mandatory liquid of their preference,mandatory sleeping quarters, mandatory human slaves, and sustenance for a happy belly.
Work, work, work... At least the highlight was Mummy taking away the two burdens... She's gonna try actually getting a technician willing to fix it (because he/she will get paid for it or loves his/her job?)...
May checkout the house wherabouts on Sun afternoon...
10-4
Work, work, work... At least the highlight was Mummy taking away the two burdens... She's gonna try actually getting a technician willing to fix it (because he/she will get paid for it or loves his/her job?)...
May checkout the house wherabouts on Sun afternoon...
10-4
Friday, July 21, 2006
Looong weekend ahead!
People who work at local government sites will have a long weekend, as next week has 2 holidays and it is cost effective to give the whole week free to government employees. Wheeeeeeeeeeee!
What to do with all that free time! Literally, will have the next 9 days FREEEEEEEEE!!!
Cool, huh?
Let’s see the To Do List, to keep it in perspective:
Finish scrapbooking Animal Kingdom
Clean the car (honestly, it has been more than 6 months… whew!)
Try cleaning the house if there is water available
Check the windows/doors people
Clean the kitties room
Check/repair the dead pc’s so I finally get mummy off my back
Check/repair my pc so I don’t need this laptop at home
Hmmm… 9 days and all that stuff to do… Any fun things?
Groundel’s birthday is on the 25th
Coriolis said he would travel over here, let’s put some candles to saints so that actually happens…
Maybe the Guajataca thinguie can come true now?
Well, besides all this, trying to get Raven and Coriolis in scrapbooking mode. It would be great to have scrapbooking pals. It gets lonesome among the papers…
Working on the Hivequeen’s Lair site, so at least it has some new stuff to show. Created a dream log to keep track of… dreams? And may redo the Artiste site if I get bored enough.
10-4
What to do with all that free time! Literally, will have the next 9 days FREEEEEEEEE!!!
Cool, huh?
Let’s see the To Do List, to keep it in perspective:
Finish scrapbooking Animal Kingdom
Clean the car (honestly, it has been more than 6 months… whew!)
Try cleaning the house if there is water available
Check the windows/doors people
Clean the kitties room
Check/repair the dead pc’s so I finally get mummy off my back
Check/repair my pc so I don’t need this laptop at home
Hmmm… 9 days and all that stuff to do… Any fun things?
Groundel’s birthday is on the 25th
Coriolis said he would travel over here, let’s put some candles to saints so that actually happens…
Maybe the Guajataca thinguie can come true now?
Well, besides all this, trying to get Raven and Coriolis in scrapbooking mode. It would be great to have scrapbooking pals. It gets lonesome among the papers…
Working on the Hivequeen’s Lair site, so at least it has some new stuff to show. Created a dream log to keep track of… dreams? And may redo the Artiste site if I get bored enough.
10-4
Thursday, July 20, 2006
The Wreck of My Memories
by Janice (B&B tv show)
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The Wreck of My Memories
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Forever my heart, and my memories sink
Into the depths of my woe.
Forever the light of the fire within
Burns with its terrible glow.
The joy I once knew is all but gone now,
For the only small bit that remains
Is the wreck of my memories sinking within,
And causing my terrible pains.
When will the rue of my lost love be gone?
When will my heart set me free?
When will the life that this poor soul once knew
Be what is was once meant to be?
Forever I'll cling to the shades of my past.
And always my heart will be lost
To the wreck of my memories, now below the fierce sea
Where once my love's ship was tossed.
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The Wreck of My Memories
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Forever my heart, and my memories sink
Into the depths of my woe.
Forever the light of the fire within
Burns with its terrible glow.
The joy I once knew is all but gone now,
For the only small bit that remains
Is the wreck of my memories sinking within,
And causing my terrible pains.
When will the rue of my lost love be gone?
When will my heart set me free?
When will the life that this poor soul once knew
Be what is was once meant to be?
Forever I'll cling to the shades of my past.
And always my heart will be lost
To the wreck of my memories, now below the fierce sea
Where once my love's ship was tossed.
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Tuesday, July 18, 2006
I love the 80s
Monday was a freebie day spent doing things… Paying, getting kitty stuff, delivering lamps for checkup, driving, playing Sims, dining at Raven’s, and doing the inevitable mandatory fighting scene. Nothing of further depth…
Pirates of the Caribbean: I don’t know why I read reviews that tore apart the movie… People seem to loose the focus on this being a PIRATE movie, meaning it’s supposed to be FUN first, logical second… and still, it did follow a storyline that was simple and lighthearted but cool. The scenes at the cannibals place were hilarious. The fight at the moat was awesome. The Kraken was breathtaking. I loved Davy Jones. That scene playing the organ was… so Harlock-Phantom of the Opera-like! And the bayou… Oh! The bayou! I absolutely LOVED the witch! The hero take on Sparrow was really nice, and Lizzy behaving in a pirate’s way was believable. I just disliked the way she fought almost like Xena when she had no training whatsoever… but that’s actually the only fault I found in the movie. I found the ending was appropriate, and Barbosa’s return guarantees more fun. Can’t wait for next year’s last delivery!
Browsed some old comedy shows like Wings, Charles in Charge, Designing Women, Golden Girls, I dream of Jeannie, Bewitched, Wonder Years, Night Court… Wings was one of my favorites along with Wonder Years. Also checked some old tv shows that I used to kill for: Young Riders, Battlestar:Galactica, Fantasy Island, Bionic Woman, 6million-dollars Man and Lost in Space.
Ah, the good old 80s…
10-4
Pirates of the Caribbean: I don’t know why I read reviews that tore apart the movie… People seem to loose the focus on this being a PIRATE movie, meaning it’s supposed to be FUN first, logical second… and still, it did follow a storyline that was simple and lighthearted but cool. The scenes at the cannibals place were hilarious. The fight at the moat was awesome. The Kraken was breathtaking. I loved Davy Jones. That scene playing the organ was… so Harlock-Phantom of the Opera-like! And the bayou… Oh! The bayou! I absolutely LOVED the witch! The hero take on Sparrow was really nice, and Lizzy behaving in a pirate’s way was believable. I just disliked the way she fought almost like Xena when she had no training whatsoever… but that’s actually the only fault I found in the movie. I found the ending was appropriate, and Barbosa’s return guarantees more fun. Can’t wait for next year’s last delivery!
Browsed some old comedy shows like Wings, Charles in Charge, Designing Women, Golden Girls, I dream of Jeannie, Bewitched, Wonder Years, Night Court… Wings was one of my favorites along with Wonder Years. Also checked some old tv shows that I used to kill for: Young Riders, Battlestar:Galactica, Fantasy Island, Bionic Woman, 6million-dollars Man and Lost in Space.
Ah, the good old 80s…
10-4
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Sunday Sensations
Getting stuff here and there, overindulgent but some necessary evils are worth the longtime pain. Yesterday passed by El Calvo's to say hi. It was a long fruitless day in which all I needed to do couldn't be done... Today I've been in numb-lazy mode, so hope tomorrow the right places will be open so I can do the important things first thing in the morning... Yes, tomorrow is a holiday in this land of holiday crap... gov entities shall roam the isle to have fun either drinking themselves to desth or shopping spreeing their souls off.
Friday wasn't so bad after all. Meetings went well, travel went well and chit chat went well. Sunday so far has been eww... feeling eww, and wanting to do nothing else but stay on my bed surfing the net. Got a big headache and I'm insanely hungry... Kitties been roaming the two bedrooms, so they feel they have been free today... Hehe... FREEEEDOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM! Suckers...
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Friday wasn't so bad after all. Meetings went well, travel went well and chit chat went well. Sunday so far has been eww... feeling eww, and wanting to do nothing else but stay on my bed surfing the net. Got a big headache and I'm insanely hungry... Kitties been roaming the two bedrooms, so they feel they have been free today... Hehe... FREEEEDOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM! Suckers...
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Friday, July 14, 2006
Friday Frolics
The TuTV thinguie looks promising. At the end they give you a certificate, so it is worth the 2 and a half months of labor, starting in August 13. They decided that they will give two courses: Video Production (Sundays 5pm-8pm) and Photography (Thursdays 6pm-9pm). Not such a bad deal, I'm planning on taking both.
Gotta get the leather to complete the first lamp, hopefully the leather-place will be open tomorrow...
Still don't know if I'm going to Arecibo later in the evening, it all depends on Lucinda's communication abilities. The idea was meeting with Riddler, but I don't know if that will be possible... Anyway, she was planning a PotC gathering... Let's see how it all turns out.
The day is pasing too slowly... Not much going on here. System is down and since it all comes from the HQ there is nothing I can do but try being entertained... So, added and tweaked the sidebar of this lovely blog. Check the links, the ones for kitties are cool.
Need to contact UIA to check the courses I need to take as the PhD pre-requisites. Will try taking them at RUM so that goes cheaper... Hopefully things can work out now... My deadline for returning to college is next January. Now or never.
Eyes on the verge of popping out of their sockets...
Later kiddies...
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Gotta get the leather to complete the first lamp, hopefully the leather-place will be open tomorrow...
Still don't know if I'm going to Arecibo later in the evening, it all depends on Lucinda's communication abilities. The idea was meeting with Riddler, but I don't know if that will be possible... Anyway, she was planning a PotC gathering... Let's see how it all turns out.
The day is pasing too slowly... Not much going on here. System is down and since it all comes from the HQ there is nothing I can do but try being entertained... So, added and tweaked the sidebar of this lovely blog. Check the links, the ones for kitties are cool.
Need to contact UIA to check the courses I need to take as the PhD pre-requisites. Will try taking them at RUM so that goes cheaper... Hopefully things can work out now... My deadline for returning to college is next January. Now or never.
Eyes on the verge of popping out of their sockets...
Later kiddies...
10-4
Thursday, July 13, 2006
TUTV and the Pirates are here! Wheee!
sing along...
Hi Ho Hi Ho
A pirate’s life’s for me!
TUTV will give some free courses based on either radio communication, theater, video or pictures… they will decide the actual theme based on attendance and their interests tonight at 6:30 at the Anfiteatro de los Próceres in CaboRojo. Jump in the wagon if you can, it’s a free thing! ;)
Found this place and fall in love with it. If you like landscapes and want to create your own, there is a free program for that called Terragen. Fetch it anf play with it. The site has samples of what you can achieve… Impressive, for any Nature lover.
Ok, the news flash is over. Me, being playing the Sims2 (yup, again… sorry, by now it’s the only thing that has me hooked)(I know what you are thinking, perverts!). Found some kitties blogs and sites that I will add to my links pretty soon. Nothing else of note, just me being very tired and very sleepy. Yesterday was a marathon… Tonight is the TuTV thinguie and may drop by Lucinda’s to get the lamp… Need the leather measurements to get it.
Oh, and tonight begins the Pirates of the Caribbean over here… well, not that I’ll be able to actually go… I just arrived to the office and I feel like crap, with a tiredness and sleepiness that can submit anyone… Maybe tomorrow or Saturday… Damn, that movie had me too excited to wait so long! Grrrr…
10-4
Hi Ho Hi Ho
A pirate’s life’s for me!
TUTV will give some free courses based on either radio communication, theater, video or pictures… they will decide the actual theme based on attendance and their interests tonight at 6:30 at the Anfiteatro de los Próceres in CaboRojo. Jump in the wagon if you can, it’s a free thing! ;)
Found this place and fall in love with it. If you like landscapes and want to create your own, there is a free program for that called Terragen. Fetch it anf play with it. The site has samples of what you can achieve… Impressive, for any Nature lover.
Ok, the news flash is over. Me, being playing the Sims2 (yup, again… sorry, by now it’s the only thing that has me hooked)(I know what you are thinking, perverts!). Found some kitties blogs and sites that I will add to my links pretty soon. Nothing else of note, just me being very tired and very sleepy. Yesterday was a marathon… Tonight is the TuTV thinguie and may drop by Lucinda’s to get the lamp… Need the leather measurements to get it.
Oh, and tonight begins the Pirates of the Caribbean over here… well, not that I’ll be able to actually go… I just arrived to the office and I feel like crap, with a tiredness and sleepiness that can submit anyone… Maybe tomorrow or Saturday… Damn, that movie had me too excited to wait so long! Grrrr…
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Wednesday, July 12, 2006
La Saga de La Abuelita
Jesus Christ! It’s incredible the stupidity of some people… My mother is a clueless clone, and granny, well… Runs in the family? I must be adopted, it is certain, as the same blood cannot be running through our veins.
4:30am I woke up. I knew I had to pick up my granny to take her to a doctor’s appointment at 6am. Cool. Whatever. Took a bath, ate, fed the kitties, and off I went to the sound of Dead Can Dance. Beautiful morning. Still dark and the moon was showing all her light… Nature is so breathtaking!
5:30am Arrived at grannys. I only had to open the car’s window to hear the ongoing fight… That house always has the same fighting soundtrack, or so it seems. As I realized that noone was going to notice my car’s honk because of the fighting inside, I breathed in and out and dared to approach the gates… And then the barks of the fight turn into words and sentences that made one fact clear: The medicare and other med cards of my granny were missing… again… Granny comes out, mummy comes out and then both are screaming their cases at me. I just said Shut up! They kept on and I screamed again Shut up! People! Sudden silence. As the mouths began to stir I simply went inside, upstairs and started looking. Plenty of useless papers. Five minutes later the fight went on downstairs… Ugh! Well, in the end the cards are still missing, but I found old ones that at least have the much needed numbers… Downstairs I simply went to the gate and called granny so we could go. Mummy stating that it was an useless action just going without cards… Well, duh, I know, but a least the ones I found would give some percentage to the chance of the meds actually accepting the patient…
6:05am Arrived to the office… Coincidentally in the same building that I work… How nice… And as we get there only one person had arrived. The place opens by 7am. Ok, now I just turned to granny asking why in blazes they made me get up so early. “Oh, the paper said early”. She showed me the paper… it said 7am. Grrr… Of all things I hate most, waking up early is one of them. I am not a morning person… So, breath in breath out again… Think of the moon and Dead Can Dance… Seated on the floor and the long wait began.
7:05am A cuckoo clock sounds from within the office, but it still remains dark. Only 5 people in line. My theory when going to see meds is go as late as possible, you will be on time anyway… Scrutinized the oil paintings of a lawyer office (tacky, tasteless crap)…
7:20am The office crew finally arrives. We all go inside (wheee o algo), and granny is given papers and asked for cards. She hesitated and I just took the papers, smiled, and asked granny to come with me seat down and fill the blanks. Took the papers back with the only card that was not dated. Oh, she needed the medicare card… who knew… I got the old card that I found and they accepted it (the numbers, the numbers!). In my head a big Jah! kept laughing for a while… So much fighting ever since 4am (that’s when their soundtrack began) to have silly me get a stupid old card that actually worked… Maybe it was just a witch’s good luck after a full moon bath… So… Left granny in the office, gave them my numbers so they call me when she’s done so I take her home. Piece of cake.
8:00am I already asked for the time out of work to deliver granny, they haven’t call but should do so in about half an hour. Now, it’s interesting how all of this proves the clueless brain of both mummy and granny. Granny had been calling me for more than 3 weeks to make certain I would take her to the med… but it was only 3 hours before doomsday that she decides to look for the cards… And then you have Mummy… Ugh! Headache! Headache! She simply cannot keep records of anything at all. All that she has around are papers and papers and papers that should land on the trash. No important papers in one specific place. If she knows Granny is clueless, she should have 2 copies of everything: One that she should keep just in case and one that she gives Granny. Is that so hard? Ugh! Migraine! Migraine! Just thinking about it makes my hair frizzy! Damnit!
I know I have a forgetful mind (thanks to Paxil), but that is why I write down EVERYTHING so I don’t forget, so I keep track, so I have evidence of things and actions and thoughts. When you have a problem it is common sense to simply work with it or solve it. The same applies to having a condition, to any environmental threats, to life. Life is about accepting challenges and doing something to be a fighter if not a winner. Sitting down simply to whine and do nothing further is fruitless and pointless.
I see Mummy doesn’t want to take care of Granny or Granpa… And she do everything possible to stir bad karma to everyone involved. That is bad, because although children should not be expected to be caretakers, they should be expected to show sensibility especially when that is exactly what they have received their whole life. If Mummy cannot do any house-sitting, then damnit, hire someone to do it. A nun could stay during the day, feed the old people, bath them, pray with them… Is that so much to ask for? Nights should not be so burdensome… It is in their demeanor that things get heated and fights keep on being constant. If properly fed, properly kept in health, properly cleaned, and properly entertained… it shouldn’t be so hard to keep peaceful nights everyday. Oh, but those are marathonic tasks for Mummy. She has so much to do… Right… I guess common sense is out of the question.
Whatever… Ghouls and goblins eat my heart out… Common sense seems to be the stuff that only gods and goddesses feed of…
Stormy weather, rain, floods, lightning, raging rivers… Cool stuff if you are very into Ravenloft. It was funny that the other day they interviewed the owner of a car that the currents took away. The lady’s eyes were puffed and I said “Damn, she really loved the car!”, then as she explained, she pointed out her cat was in the car, but it was safe now. Somehow that explained it all… Fuck the car, kitty was in there! That’s the stuff that drama is made of, worthy of being mentioned at Animal Planet’s news.
At work people from the capital keep doing things they should ask me to do, but since they keep on thinking I am a brainless entity of darkness they keep doing things themselves. Since January I have had no updates at all about what is going on in the friggin department… I hope I get changed from this crappy, rotting position. I don’t care if it means busting my ass off (bad choice of words) but I need to feel useful… Here it is a matter of so much talent being wasted…
And personal matters keep on being a rocky road. I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way. I’m not sour, I’m a demanding bitch. Deal with it or get off the ship. I cannot be nice when no one is nice to me. I cannot settle for less when I know I deserve all, and I know that people can give all if they only wanted to. I don’t expect a snail to fly, or an eagle to wiggle, or a scorpion to grant hugs… But I expect a snail to keep a certain path, and an eagle to fly high, and a scorpion to bite. It’s what they do. So, I know what to expect from certain people… some are slow but certain, others fly high, others bite… And I don’t expect any less of all of them, as long as they all give the hundred percent of what they got. And I know when that happens… or not. And when the not is certain, that’s when I get really pissed off.
I’ll keep on flying high. How about you?
10-4
4:30am I woke up. I knew I had to pick up my granny to take her to a doctor’s appointment at 6am. Cool. Whatever. Took a bath, ate, fed the kitties, and off I went to the sound of Dead Can Dance. Beautiful morning. Still dark and the moon was showing all her light… Nature is so breathtaking!
5:30am Arrived at grannys. I only had to open the car’s window to hear the ongoing fight… That house always has the same fighting soundtrack, or so it seems. As I realized that noone was going to notice my car’s honk because of the fighting inside, I breathed in and out and dared to approach the gates… And then the barks of the fight turn into words and sentences that made one fact clear: The medicare and other med cards of my granny were missing… again… Granny comes out, mummy comes out and then both are screaming their cases at me. I just said Shut up! They kept on and I screamed again Shut up! People! Sudden silence. As the mouths began to stir I simply went inside, upstairs and started looking. Plenty of useless papers. Five minutes later the fight went on downstairs… Ugh! Well, in the end the cards are still missing, but I found old ones that at least have the much needed numbers… Downstairs I simply went to the gate and called granny so we could go. Mummy stating that it was an useless action just going without cards… Well, duh, I know, but a least the ones I found would give some percentage to the chance of the meds actually accepting the patient…
6:05am Arrived to the office… Coincidentally in the same building that I work… How nice… And as we get there only one person had arrived. The place opens by 7am. Ok, now I just turned to granny asking why in blazes they made me get up so early. “Oh, the paper said early”. She showed me the paper… it said 7am. Grrr… Of all things I hate most, waking up early is one of them. I am not a morning person… So, breath in breath out again… Think of the moon and Dead Can Dance… Seated on the floor and the long wait began.
7:05am A cuckoo clock sounds from within the office, but it still remains dark. Only 5 people in line. My theory when going to see meds is go as late as possible, you will be on time anyway… Scrutinized the oil paintings of a lawyer office (tacky, tasteless crap)…
7:20am The office crew finally arrives. We all go inside (wheee o algo), and granny is given papers and asked for cards. She hesitated and I just took the papers, smiled, and asked granny to come with me seat down and fill the blanks. Took the papers back with the only card that was not dated. Oh, she needed the medicare card… who knew… I got the old card that I found and they accepted it (the numbers, the numbers!). In my head a big Jah! kept laughing for a while… So much fighting ever since 4am (that’s when their soundtrack began) to have silly me get a stupid old card that actually worked… Maybe it was just a witch’s good luck after a full moon bath… So… Left granny in the office, gave them my numbers so they call me when she’s done so I take her home. Piece of cake.
8:00am I already asked for the time out of work to deliver granny, they haven’t call but should do so in about half an hour. Now, it’s interesting how all of this proves the clueless brain of both mummy and granny. Granny had been calling me for more than 3 weeks to make certain I would take her to the med… but it was only 3 hours before doomsday that she decides to look for the cards… And then you have Mummy… Ugh! Headache! Headache! She simply cannot keep records of anything at all. All that she has around are papers and papers and papers that should land on the trash. No important papers in one specific place. If she knows Granny is clueless, she should have 2 copies of everything: One that she should keep just in case and one that she gives Granny. Is that so hard? Ugh! Migraine! Migraine! Just thinking about it makes my hair frizzy! Damnit!
I know I have a forgetful mind (thanks to Paxil), but that is why I write down EVERYTHING so I don’t forget, so I keep track, so I have evidence of things and actions and thoughts. When you have a problem it is common sense to simply work with it or solve it. The same applies to having a condition, to any environmental threats, to life. Life is about accepting challenges and doing something to be a fighter if not a winner. Sitting down simply to whine and do nothing further is fruitless and pointless.
I see Mummy doesn’t want to take care of Granny or Granpa… And she do everything possible to stir bad karma to everyone involved. That is bad, because although children should not be expected to be caretakers, they should be expected to show sensibility especially when that is exactly what they have received their whole life. If Mummy cannot do any house-sitting, then damnit, hire someone to do it. A nun could stay during the day, feed the old people, bath them, pray with them… Is that so much to ask for? Nights should not be so burdensome… It is in their demeanor that things get heated and fights keep on being constant. If properly fed, properly kept in health, properly cleaned, and properly entertained… it shouldn’t be so hard to keep peaceful nights everyday. Oh, but those are marathonic tasks for Mummy. She has so much to do… Right… I guess common sense is out of the question.
Whatever… Ghouls and goblins eat my heart out… Common sense seems to be the stuff that only gods and goddesses feed of…
Stormy weather, rain, floods, lightning, raging rivers… Cool stuff if you are very into Ravenloft. It was funny that the other day they interviewed the owner of a car that the currents took away. The lady’s eyes were puffed and I said “Damn, she really loved the car!”, then as she explained, she pointed out her cat was in the car, but it was safe now. Somehow that explained it all… Fuck the car, kitty was in there! That’s the stuff that drama is made of, worthy of being mentioned at Animal Planet’s news.
At work people from the capital keep doing things they should ask me to do, but since they keep on thinking I am a brainless entity of darkness they keep doing things themselves. Since January I have had no updates at all about what is going on in the friggin department… I hope I get changed from this crappy, rotting position. I don’t care if it means busting my ass off (bad choice of words) but I need to feel useful… Here it is a matter of so much talent being wasted…
And personal matters keep on being a rocky road. I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way. I’m not sour, I’m a demanding bitch. Deal with it or get off the ship. I cannot be nice when no one is nice to me. I cannot settle for less when I know I deserve all, and I know that people can give all if they only wanted to. I don’t expect a snail to fly, or an eagle to wiggle, or a scorpion to grant hugs… But I expect a snail to keep a certain path, and an eagle to fly high, and a scorpion to bite. It’s what they do. So, I know what to expect from certain people… some are slow but certain, others fly high, others bite… And I don’t expect any less of all of them, as long as they all give the hundred percent of what they got. And I know when that happens… or not. And when the not is certain, that’s when I get really pissed off.
I’ll keep on flying high. How about you?
10-4
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
To Scrap or not to Scrap, THAT is the question!
Browsing the online magazine of one of my favorite hobbies (scrapbooking), I found this article. It made me think for a while the reasons why I scrapbook... In the meanwhile, here it is for your own enlightment. The original buzz can be found here, at Article on Scrapbook Magazine
WHY I SCRAPBOOK: DOCUMENTING LIFE
By Nicole Stern for Scrapbook Magazine Chatterbox
"The answer to this question has evolved over the years as I have evolved. I use to love creating beautiful layouts for my albums with the latest and greatest products that just arrived at my local scrapbook store, but after a life changing accident a year ago, my prospective drastically changed. I now look at the craft of scrapbooking as “documenting life.”
I went from being a carefree 27 year-old woman to a traumatic brain injury patient in the ICU in a matter of seconds. Faced with a long road ahead of me, I was asked to keep a personal account of my recovery. I have kept journals on and off from my childhood, college and a trip to Europe but to actually write down my true feelings about such a traumatic event was something that I had never done before. I didn’t write…I hated writing…and to write something so personal that someone could read if they just looked seemed so…violating.
As I look back at a year’s worth of thoughts and feelings, I realized that my journal is a piece of me and the life lessons I’ve learned. These lessons are something I can pass on and if I didn’t, my stories would die with me…stories that could possible change my future generations. I have no idea who may need to hear something I’ve said or the way I said it. Hearing my story might be the one thing that gets them through a struggle in their life. Or, they may find comfort through my experiences.
Documenting one’s life story is fairly plain and simple. The most important part is the story. I start the process of my story by writing the thoughts and feelings that are in my heart and in my head down on paper. It could be the story of how I met my husband, something funny that happened during my college years, or a detailed account of a favorite vacation. And, remember to document and write down your stories of not only the happy, funny, joyful times but also those sad moments in life, the struggles, the heartbreak, because that’s real life. Now, I prefer to go to a past journal and read about past struggles or victories and scrapbook them.
Once I have my story or thoughts written down, the next step is deciding on the type of album. What size would work best? Because my focus is the story, my pages may consist of simply putting a picture with photo corners along with only journaling. In the end, I’ve created a meaningful album that not only documents my life at that moment but keeps it uncluttered and finished.
What is my intent with this album? What do I want to convey to the reader? Will my great-granddaughter find this album and read it 50 years from now? What will she think? These are questions I ask myself throughout every album project.
For me, the reason I scrapbook isn’t to look at page after page of professional quality photos and beautiful pattern paper and tons of embellishments. It isn’t about creating that perfect page time and time again. It isn’t about spending hours on one page. It is about the story. The story of my life. How my words can affect those around me. How my words and experiences can live on for generations to come. I want the good, the bad, and the difficult times to show through in my albums. For this is the most important reason I scrapbook."
Sounds like a damn good scrapbooking reason for me!
10-4
WHY I SCRAPBOOK: DOCUMENTING LIFE
By Nicole Stern for Scrapbook Magazine Chatterbox
"The answer to this question has evolved over the years as I have evolved. I use to love creating beautiful layouts for my albums with the latest and greatest products that just arrived at my local scrapbook store, but after a life changing accident a year ago, my prospective drastically changed. I now look at the craft of scrapbooking as “documenting life.”
I went from being a carefree 27 year-old woman to a traumatic brain injury patient in the ICU in a matter of seconds. Faced with a long road ahead of me, I was asked to keep a personal account of my recovery. I have kept journals on and off from my childhood, college and a trip to Europe but to actually write down my true feelings about such a traumatic event was something that I had never done before. I didn’t write…I hated writing…and to write something so personal that someone could read if they just looked seemed so…violating.
As I look back at a year’s worth of thoughts and feelings, I realized that my journal is a piece of me and the life lessons I’ve learned. These lessons are something I can pass on and if I didn’t, my stories would die with me…stories that could possible change my future generations. I have no idea who may need to hear something I’ve said or the way I said it. Hearing my story might be the one thing that gets them through a struggle in their life. Or, they may find comfort through my experiences.
Documenting one’s life story is fairly plain and simple. The most important part is the story. I start the process of my story by writing the thoughts and feelings that are in my heart and in my head down on paper. It could be the story of how I met my husband, something funny that happened during my college years, or a detailed account of a favorite vacation. And, remember to document and write down your stories of not only the happy, funny, joyful times but also those sad moments in life, the struggles, the heartbreak, because that’s real life. Now, I prefer to go to a past journal and read about past struggles or victories and scrapbook them.
Once I have my story or thoughts written down, the next step is deciding on the type of album. What size would work best? Because my focus is the story, my pages may consist of simply putting a picture with photo corners along with only journaling. In the end, I’ve created a meaningful album that not only documents my life at that moment but keeps it uncluttered and finished.
What is my intent with this album? What do I want to convey to the reader? Will my great-granddaughter find this album and read it 50 years from now? What will she think? These are questions I ask myself throughout every album project.
For me, the reason I scrapbook isn’t to look at page after page of professional quality photos and beautiful pattern paper and tons of embellishments. It isn’t about creating that perfect page time and time again. It isn’t about spending hours on one page. It is about the story. The story of my life. How my words can affect those around me. How my words and experiences can live on for generations to come. I want the good, the bad, and the difficult times to show through in my albums. For this is the most important reason I scrapbook."
Sounds like a damn good scrapbooking reason for me!
10-4
Monday, July 10, 2006
Devilette and blackouts
Weekend Review:
Friday: Long day at work, almost no thrill to kill the seconds… Thought I would vanish into the mists towards the jungles of Valachan but no… Home to replenish the belly and then to watch The Devil wears Prada.
The Devil wears Prada: Well, I have to say I felt like watching a spin of Betty la Fea. Of course, Anne Hathaway is far from ugly, she has a classy loveliness mixed with eyes that can melt an iceberg. She reminds me of Sandra Bullock in the beginning… Anyway, her “Andy” was credible, and fun. I felt the same way as her character did almost at the end, when she defends her boss saying “I wonder if she were a man would you still feel that way”. Loved the movie, entertaining and witty… plus fashionable… Hah! Andy kept the boots and the jacket! What a fashion whore! ;)
And it’s true, women in power are always on the spot, and regarded as being a devil because they succeed based on personal sacrifices… Most often than not they do have feelings and they do care, but people have a tendency to mix business with pleasure… a big mistake. It is the same as mixing friends and work, a complete no-no… Acquaintances at work should share camaraderie, but more often than not any relationship that leans towards friendship screws things up (especially in this island). And it’s all because friendship is misinterpreted as an invisible permission to simply avoid unwanted tasks… or being careless… or doing the things one prefers first… That’s why so many friend-on-friend partnership ends up in a big breakup that destroys the previous relationship… It’s a fine line most people don’t really get…
Saturday: If a day could be dedicated to cluelessness and boringness, this is it. From waking up to dusk it was simply… a pointless useless day. At least by dinner things got a bit more interesting. Passed by Lucinda’s Lair and played a round of Sims2 with Diego, under a tree. Then the biggest ebay adventure, and the hunt for the right wire. Watched how Lucinda battled the demons of the lost spears, as well as I got to battle a minion of my own 8-legged demons. Whee!
Sunday: No light since 7am… Woke up by 11something, and since there was no hope for a warm breakfast ran towards the nearest Meson. Wandered zombieland and got a few items needed for auntie’s bathroom. An old computers professor from RUM recognized me and said hi. I didn’t recall him at first then exclaimed in amazement that he had lost weight… The guy didn’t even wit for me to finish the sentence, exclaiming “200 pounds”. LOL That’s a wow! He looks younger and taller than I recalled. That’s to prove things can change in six years or so… Hmmm…
Passed by my house to give some water to the almost dead avocado tree, and to cheer up the other trees… Back home light made its appearance around 5pm. Engaged on a cleaning frenzy and left a spotless bath. The washer is officially broken thanks to yesterday’s blackout, so again it will be a long waiting for the repairman… It’s all been so lovely… At least got the message that one of the lamps is working (amen #1, two to go)… And then some head-aching ideas...
Monday: And here I am… It’s 8something, people are still arriving at work, surely so tired of the weekend… So far, no excitement and no news… The promise of a long day ahead…
10-4
Friday: Long day at work, almost no thrill to kill the seconds… Thought I would vanish into the mists towards the jungles of Valachan but no… Home to replenish the belly and then to watch The Devil wears Prada.
The Devil wears Prada: Well, I have to say I felt like watching a spin of Betty la Fea. Of course, Anne Hathaway is far from ugly, she has a classy loveliness mixed with eyes that can melt an iceberg. She reminds me of Sandra Bullock in the beginning… Anyway, her “Andy” was credible, and fun. I felt the same way as her character did almost at the end, when she defends her boss saying “I wonder if she were a man would you still feel that way”. Loved the movie, entertaining and witty… plus fashionable… Hah! Andy kept the boots and the jacket! What a fashion whore! ;)
And it’s true, women in power are always on the spot, and regarded as being a devil because they succeed based on personal sacrifices… Most often than not they do have feelings and they do care, but people have a tendency to mix business with pleasure… a big mistake. It is the same as mixing friends and work, a complete no-no… Acquaintances at work should share camaraderie, but more often than not any relationship that leans towards friendship screws things up (especially in this island). And it’s all because friendship is misinterpreted as an invisible permission to simply avoid unwanted tasks… or being careless… or doing the things one prefers first… That’s why so many friend-on-friend partnership ends up in a big breakup that destroys the previous relationship… It’s a fine line most people don’t really get…
Saturday: If a day could be dedicated to cluelessness and boringness, this is it. From waking up to dusk it was simply… a pointless useless day. At least by dinner things got a bit more interesting. Passed by Lucinda’s Lair and played a round of Sims2 with Diego, under a tree. Then the biggest ebay adventure, and the hunt for the right wire. Watched how Lucinda battled the demons of the lost spears, as well as I got to battle a minion of my own 8-legged demons. Whee!
Sunday: No light since 7am… Woke up by 11something, and since there was no hope for a warm breakfast ran towards the nearest Meson. Wandered zombieland and got a few items needed for auntie’s bathroom. An old computers professor from RUM recognized me and said hi. I didn’t recall him at first then exclaimed in amazement that he had lost weight… The guy didn’t even wit for me to finish the sentence, exclaiming “200 pounds”. LOL That’s a wow! He looks younger and taller than I recalled. That’s to prove things can change in six years or so… Hmmm…
Passed by my house to give some water to the almost dead avocado tree, and to cheer up the other trees… Back home light made its appearance around 5pm. Engaged on a cleaning frenzy and left a spotless bath. The washer is officially broken thanks to yesterday’s blackout, so again it will be a long waiting for the repairman… It’s all been so lovely… At least got the message that one of the lamps is working (amen #1, two to go)… And then some head-aching ideas...
Monday: And here I am… It’s 8something, people are still arriving at work, surely so tired of the weekend… So far, no excitement and no news… The promise of a long day ahead…
10-4
Friday, July 07, 2006
Power of Two
by Indigo Girls
Now the parking lot is empty
Everyone's gone someplace
I pick you up and in the trunk
I've packed a cooler and a 2-day suitcase
Cause there's a place we like to drive
Way out in the country five miles out of the city limit
We're singing and your hand's upon my knee
So we're okay we're fine
Baby I'm here to stop your crying
Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played on your heart
We'll look at them together
Then we'll take them apart
adding up the total of a love that's true
multiply life by the power of two
You know the things that I am afraid of
I'm not afraid to tell and if we'd ever leave a legacy
It's that we loved each other well
I've seen the shadows of so many people
Trying on the treasures of youth
A road that fancy and fast ends in a fatal crash
And I'm glad we got off to tell you the truth
Cause we're okay we're fine
Baby I'm here to stop your crying
Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played on your heart
We'll look at them together
Then we'll take them apart
Adding up the total of a love that's true
Multiply life by the power of two
All the shiny little trinkets of temptation
(make new friends) something new
Instead of something old (but keep the old)
All you gotta do is scratch beneath the surface
(and remember what is gold) and it's fools gold
Fools gold fools gold (what is gold what is gold)
And now we're talking about a difficult thing
And your eyes are getting wet
But I took us for better
And I took us for worse
And don't you ever forget it
The steel bars between me and a promise
Suddenly bend with ease and closer
I'm bound in love to you the closer I am
So free
So we're okay we're fine
Baby I'm here to stop your crying
Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played on your heart
We'll look at them together
Then we'll take 'em apart
Adding up the total of a love that's true
Multiply life by the power of two
Now the parking lot is empty
Everyone's gone someplace
I pick you up and in the trunk
I've packed a cooler and a 2-day suitcase
Cause there's a place we like to drive
Way out in the country five miles out of the city limit
We're singing and your hand's upon my knee
So we're okay we're fine
Baby I'm here to stop your crying
Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played on your heart
We'll look at them together
Then we'll take them apart
adding up the total of a love that's true
multiply life by the power of two
You know the things that I am afraid of
I'm not afraid to tell and if we'd ever leave a legacy
It's that we loved each other well
I've seen the shadows of so many people
Trying on the treasures of youth
A road that fancy and fast ends in a fatal crash
And I'm glad we got off to tell you the truth
Cause we're okay we're fine
Baby I'm here to stop your crying
Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played on your heart
We'll look at them together
Then we'll take them apart
Adding up the total of a love that's true
Multiply life by the power of two
All the shiny little trinkets of temptation
(make new friends) something new
Instead of something old (but keep the old)
All you gotta do is scratch beneath the surface
(and remember what is gold) and it's fools gold
Fools gold fools gold (what is gold what is gold)
And now we're talking about a difficult thing
And your eyes are getting wet
But I took us for better
And I took us for worse
And don't you ever forget it
The steel bars between me and a promise
Suddenly bend with ease and closer
I'm bound in love to you the closer I am
So free
So we're okay we're fine
Baby I'm here to stop your crying
Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played on your heart
We'll look at them together
Then we'll take 'em apart
Adding up the total of a love that's true
Multiply life by the power of two
Thursday, July 06, 2006
When in Rome...
Vigilant, digilent, prudent, waiting for the right moment in time. Seems that there are still many battles to end the war. Tiresome, anoying, expected.
Neverland is the same and is completely changed. The sprinkles of magic still linger in the air, giving away that phantom glow that foretells many destinies. The mists have settled in, granting a brief moment of quietness as it brews new poisons.
No sun shines forever, no rain forever weeps...
10-4
Neverland is the same and is completely changed. The sprinkles of magic still linger in the air, giving away that phantom glow that foretells many destinies. The mists have settled in, granting a brief moment of quietness as it brews new poisons.
No sun shines forever, no rain forever weeps...
10-4
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Carnivale
Somehow the series go with the mood... Been watching the whole first season, and I am completely wrapped up into it. Love the idea and the way the story develops. 12 chapters, so basically been hybernating for more than 8 hours today... Then to recap on Pirates of the Caribbean,... Yes, getting ready for the second movie, sue me. Nothing else of worth... I thought everything would be closed today, being 4 of July, and turns out it was a normal business day... Go figure... At least us gov workers get the freebie day... Many free days ahead, so hopefully I can get a bit more into moving some stuff to the house if the contractor moves his butt about the doors and windows issue. There should be light by next week... If no hurricane strikes... Or more likely, if the guys find the way to my house.
I'm feeling introspective and ethereal. Not on LSD (I wish!). For now, I'll keep on the watching mode. Nothing like the anti-humans state, feeded by dark series that spread that joy... If only one could actually get some kind of powers... Nah... In my hands just a thought can be dangerous enough, keep away TK and pyro'. Cannot help it, but don't feel like writing much about it. More face-mail and I will definitively actually have an offline life...
Shit! I mean it literally! I just shoed away Isis and she farted on the monitor... Rotten tuna! And shit on my monitor! Ewww! I guess that's her opinion on everything? Damn cat! She certainly knows how to spread her love... (Hmmm, does this means I will get the Loto tomorrow?)
Ok... So now I have to clean up this mess... Ugh! And try going to sleep... Hope that people don't arrive too bipolar tomorrow at work... Not into being too polite...
10-4
I'm feeling introspective and ethereal. Not on LSD (I wish!). For now, I'll keep on the watching mode. Nothing like the anti-humans state, feeded by dark series that spread that joy... If only one could actually get some kind of powers... Nah... In my hands just a thought can be dangerous enough, keep away TK and pyro'. Cannot help it, but don't feel like writing much about it. More face-mail and I will definitively actually have an offline life...
Shit! I mean it literally! I just shoed away Isis and she farted on the monitor... Rotten tuna! And shit on my monitor! Ewww! I guess that's her opinion on everything? Damn cat! She certainly knows how to spread her love... (Hmmm, does this means I will get the Loto tomorrow?)
Ok... So now I have to clean up this mess... Ugh! And try going to sleep... Hope that people don't arrive too bipolar tomorrow at work... Not into being too polite...
10-4
Monday, July 03, 2006
The avatar speaks
Many lives, many different paths. But truth is truth no matter where you are, no matter where you stand. It may have different meanings for different people, but it stands its ground on its own. Recent events have shown me how fickle points of view can be, especially when they are molded by and for the eye of the beholder. It is something that I hope I can keep away from…
My greatest sin may be I am very opinionated. I know that. I try controlling that by being quiet, or by writing down everything I think so I can go back and read and make sense of all that happens. But there is a difference between my being opinionated and my taking sides with the black or the white of something. Although I am opinionated, I do let truth rule the outcome of things. Not just my truth, but the truth at it is. It can be quite irritating for me, difficult to digest, but I acknowledge truth on its own. I give voice to it, sometimes against my favor. There is no personal opinion involved on that, although my rage and tone may make it seem so. Just because I may be an “avatar” of truth, doesn’t mean I have no feelings or that I am not human. Quite the opposite, my being able to feel everything from the lives of those I care most, and fighting towards what is right, all that makes me very human.
Sense and sensibility seems blurred by everyday tasks, and I am not to take things for granted. The world is falling apart because people choose to be careless, to ignore the important things in life. Even the tiniest of things can make the big difference. Even the most insignificant of creatures can be responsible for the greatest miracles. Maybe if everyone saw the importance of not destroying the Amazon, or not hunting white wolves, or not killing whales, then the true balance of what humans are meant to do could be achieved… The greatest empires were built, and are still built, with a cement made of blood. Values have been lost from Pandora’s box, leaving Hope all alone… And Hope is beautiful, but by itself it can only bring a weak ray of light in an empire of darkness.
In a world where human nature is coerced into being a technological slave, or a follower of the gods of wealth and fame, everything that matters is stepped over. Knowledge is no longer the source of everything good, or a base for wisdom. Working hard no longer pays off, as the lazy and the joker are the ones that get all the money from the new slaves: the middle class. Old morals are laughed at, respect is shunned, honesty and loyalty stray from each other’s path. And each day someone stops believing in faeries, and a fairy dies.
I choose to see the world with innocence and wonder. I choose to let my inner child rule my heart and emotions, so I always know the perfume of smiles and the brightness of a warm heart. But my mind is ruled by the grown up, taking charge of what must be done and said, for the sake of my inner child. The child and the grown up are two very different entities, but both depend on each other… where one feels, the other knows; where one weeps, the other goes on; where one is defenseless, the other defends.
I may seem to be an emotionless raging machine that only sets out in destroying mode to take the soul of everyone around me and turn them into ashes, for my own diversion. It may be my own fault, for I have done so with true intention in the past to people that deserved no less… and whoever has witness that, knows how real I can be in terms of ripping out the weed from my land. I do not regard my friends as weeds. I do not keep many friends because I only keep the best, those who have been there through thick and thin, through the highest and lowest, through rain and sunshine. So if I ever call you a friend, be certain that I mean it because I do not use that term carelessly. Just because I pierce your life with a truth swarm doesn’t mean I think of you any less, it means I want you to see what is going on, to see that it is not ok, to shake you up so you do something about it. Everything that goes on in the lives of those I care about is my business. It is my reason of living. I am meant to be guardian and protector and to share knowledge and wisdom… to guide. It grants me nothing else in return… but the joy of watching you grow stronger, the joy of living your life to your fullest, on your own.
I know everything I have to know about who I am, and that may be why I may come so strong, as I do not doubt any of my beliefs. I do have empathy for humans, and that is why I can give them the solutions they need… That humans do not like or want those solutions is another story… and in that story fall their choices. I give my support and wisdom, and I point the right way, but you do make your own choices. I am there to say “I told you so” because I should have some fun, it should all not be so grim. I understand that mistakes make you grow, I’ve had my share, but when the number of mistakes grow in abnormal proportions it must stop. I cannot be witness to insanity and do nothing about it. I will always say what you must hear, not what you want to hear. It is my purpose in life, and a big responsibility as a true friend. And it doesn’t mean I belittle any of you, or think I am bigger than you are. It means: Get off the floor of dirt road, and keep moving, because you are not giving it all you’ve got.
Through the years I’ve been a silent guardian and warrior who simply takes care of business and goes on in her path. That was the way for the child when it was in charge. But now is in charge a woman that knows the difference between what should be said and done and what should be just watched politely. I have watched long enough. This was the outcome. I do not love you any less. I simply wish you would see the importance of truth and responsibility on even the smallest of things… You have let the world and its mundane ways take from you the wisdom to know many differences and the strength to make things happen. I am not perfect, I am far from it… but I strive towards perfection and give it all I’ve got. I don’t expect any less from you, because I know what you can give. It hurts me deeply to see so much potential wasted day by day… when I know you where meant for great things.
If you need me, I’m always there. You just need to turn around and see. I have always been there even when you have chosen so many times to ignore my presence… I’ll always be there. Because I love you. Both of you.
Groundel: I hope that you get better from your sickness, and everything else.
Lucinda: I hope you get better, in every way imaginable.
10-4
The weekend movie review:
CARNIVALE: Wow! So far seen chapters 1-4 and I loved it! Very X-files meets the circus... The presence of the giant is awesome, feels as if watching Big Fish... with more magical wonder.
Eight Below: Coriolis, this one is a must see for you. All you would do for your bitches. Nice story.
Zu Warriors: Ugh! Do not even bother (unless you are a Power Rangers fan, because then you will absolutely enjoy its corny special effects, acting and dialogue). Quote on Barbie: We girls can do anything! Sheeesh...
My greatest sin may be I am very opinionated. I know that. I try controlling that by being quiet, or by writing down everything I think so I can go back and read and make sense of all that happens. But there is a difference between my being opinionated and my taking sides with the black or the white of something. Although I am opinionated, I do let truth rule the outcome of things. Not just my truth, but the truth at it is. It can be quite irritating for me, difficult to digest, but I acknowledge truth on its own. I give voice to it, sometimes against my favor. There is no personal opinion involved on that, although my rage and tone may make it seem so. Just because I may be an “avatar” of truth, doesn’t mean I have no feelings or that I am not human. Quite the opposite, my being able to feel everything from the lives of those I care most, and fighting towards what is right, all that makes me very human.
Sense and sensibility seems blurred by everyday tasks, and I am not to take things for granted. The world is falling apart because people choose to be careless, to ignore the important things in life. Even the tiniest of things can make the big difference. Even the most insignificant of creatures can be responsible for the greatest miracles. Maybe if everyone saw the importance of not destroying the Amazon, or not hunting white wolves, or not killing whales, then the true balance of what humans are meant to do could be achieved… The greatest empires were built, and are still built, with a cement made of blood. Values have been lost from Pandora’s box, leaving Hope all alone… And Hope is beautiful, but by itself it can only bring a weak ray of light in an empire of darkness.
In a world where human nature is coerced into being a technological slave, or a follower of the gods of wealth and fame, everything that matters is stepped over. Knowledge is no longer the source of everything good, or a base for wisdom. Working hard no longer pays off, as the lazy and the joker are the ones that get all the money from the new slaves: the middle class. Old morals are laughed at, respect is shunned, honesty and loyalty stray from each other’s path. And each day someone stops believing in faeries, and a fairy dies.
I choose to see the world with innocence and wonder. I choose to let my inner child rule my heart and emotions, so I always know the perfume of smiles and the brightness of a warm heart. But my mind is ruled by the grown up, taking charge of what must be done and said, for the sake of my inner child. The child and the grown up are two very different entities, but both depend on each other… where one feels, the other knows; where one weeps, the other goes on; where one is defenseless, the other defends.
I may seem to be an emotionless raging machine that only sets out in destroying mode to take the soul of everyone around me and turn them into ashes, for my own diversion. It may be my own fault, for I have done so with true intention in the past to people that deserved no less… and whoever has witness that, knows how real I can be in terms of ripping out the weed from my land. I do not regard my friends as weeds. I do not keep many friends because I only keep the best, those who have been there through thick and thin, through the highest and lowest, through rain and sunshine. So if I ever call you a friend, be certain that I mean it because I do not use that term carelessly. Just because I pierce your life with a truth swarm doesn’t mean I think of you any less, it means I want you to see what is going on, to see that it is not ok, to shake you up so you do something about it. Everything that goes on in the lives of those I care about is my business. It is my reason of living. I am meant to be guardian and protector and to share knowledge and wisdom… to guide. It grants me nothing else in return… but the joy of watching you grow stronger, the joy of living your life to your fullest, on your own.
I know everything I have to know about who I am, and that may be why I may come so strong, as I do not doubt any of my beliefs. I do have empathy for humans, and that is why I can give them the solutions they need… That humans do not like or want those solutions is another story… and in that story fall their choices. I give my support and wisdom, and I point the right way, but you do make your own choices. I am there to say “I told you so” because I should have some fun, it should all not be so grim. I understand that mistakes make you grow, I’ve had my share, but when the number of mistakes grow in abnormal proportions it must stop. I cannot be witness to insanity and do nothing about it. I will always say what you must hear, not what you want to hear. It is my purpose in life, and a big responsibility as a true friend. And it doesn’t mean I belittle any of you, or think I am bigger than you are. It means: Get off the floor of dirt road, and keep moving, because you are not giving it all you’ve got.
Through the years I’ve been a silent guardian and warrior who simply takes care of business and goes on in her path. That was the way for the child when it was in charge. But now is in charge a woman that knows the difference between what should be said and done and what should be just watched politely. I have watched long enough. This was the outcome. I do not love you any less. I simply wish you would see the importance of truth and responsibility on even the smallest of things… You have let the world and its mundane ways take from you the wisdom to know many differences and the strength to make things happen. I am not perfect, I am far from it… but I strive towards perfection and give it all I’ve got. I don’t expect any less from you, because I know what you can give. It hurts me deeply to see so much potential wasted day by day… when I know you where meant for great things.
If you need me, I’m always there. You just need to turn around and see. I have always been there even when you have chosen so many times to ignore my presence… I’ll always be there. Because I love you. Both of you.
Groundel: I hope that you get better from your sickness, and everything else.
Lucinda: I hope you get better, in every way imaginable.
10-4
The weekend movie review:
CARNIVALE: Wow! So far seen chapters 1-4 and I loved it! Very X-files meets the circus... The presence of the giant is awesome, feels as if watching Big Fish... with more magical wonder.
Eight Below: Coriolis, this one is a must see for you. All you would do for your bitches. Nice story.
Zu Warriors: Ugh! Do not even bother (unless you are a Power Rangers fan, because then you will absolutely enjoy its corny special effects, acting and dialogue). Quote on Barbie: We girls can do anything! Sheeesh...
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Weekend Ending Knots...
Discussed some things with the lady, none at all with the tramp. Hopefully, the lady gets what bothered me this time... The tramp... Well, not too much to say about that really... He has not cared much to straighten anything, and by now I see no way out of this one. I tried, and I was not the one who failed.
I hope the sun shines bright for everyone, and that good things come out of this chaos.
10-4
I hope the sun shines bright for everyone, and that good things come out of this chaos.
10-4
Does anybody really fall in love anymore?
by Cher
I walked down the street
People passing me by
They just look me up and down
But they don't look me in the eye
I'm just another stranger
In my own home town
Looking for an angel
But heaven can't be found
I say hey, are you lonely tonight?
Hey, hey, hey I'm gonna make it through
But that don't make it right
Does anybody really fall in love anymore?
Does anybody really give their heart to somebody?
Does anybody really ever open that door?
I know, I know you've got to love somebody
I know, I know I've got to find somebody to love
There's a sad face in the mirror
And I'm sad to say it's mine
Like a ghost up in the attic
Only love can set him free
I've been running around in circles
On this roller coaster ride
There's a lonely world around me
I get sucked in by the tide
I say hey, love ain't no crime
So why is everybody so afraid to cross that line?
Does anybody really fall in love anymore?
Does anybody really give their heart to somebody?
Does anybody really ever open that door?
I know, I know you've got to love somebody
I know, I know I've got to find somebody to love
Hey, hey, hey I'll be all right
'Cause I know that someone somewhere's
Gonna say these words tonight
Does anybody really fall in love anymore?
Does anybody really give their heart to somebody?
Does anybody really ever open that door?
I know, I know you've got to love somebody
I know, I know I've got to find somebody to love
I walked down the street
People passing me by
They just look me up and down
But they don't look me in the eye
I'm just another stranger
In my own home town
Looking for an angel
But heaven can't be found
I say hey, are you lonely tonight?
Hey, hey, hey I'm gonna make it through
But that don't make it right
Does anybody really fall in love anymore?
Does anybody really give their heart to somebody?
Does anybody really ever open that door?
I know, I know you've got to love somebody
I know, I know I've got to find somebody to love
There's a sad face in the mirror
And I'm sad to say it's mine
Like a ghost up in the attic
Only love can set him free
I've been running around in circles
On this roller coaster ride
There's a lonely world around me
I get sucked in by the tide
I say hey, love ain't no crime
So why is everybody so afraid to cross that line?
Does anybody really fall in love anymore?
Does anybody really give their heart to somebody?
Does anybody really ever open that door?
I know, I know you've got to love somebody
I know, I know I've got to find somebody to love
Hey, hey, hey I'll be all right
'Cause I know that someone somewhere's
Gonna say these words tonight
Does anybody really fall in love anymore?
Does anybody really give their heart to somebody?
Does anybody really ever open that door?
I know, I know you've got to love somebody
I know, I know I've got to find somebody to love