Come Home!

I like this song so much!Even sang it in my dreams (hahaha)..some think it's lame,I think it's lovely! :)
We're always someone's home.So, find your way home.. =D

 Home-Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros

Alabama, Arkansas, I do love my Ma & Pa
Not the way that I do love you

Holy roly, me, oh my, you’re the apple of my eye
Girl, I’ve never loved one like you

Man, oh man, you’re my best friend, I scream it to the nothingness
There ain’t nothin’ that I need

Well, hot & heavy, pumpkin pie, chocolate candy, Jesus Christ
There ain’t nothin’ please me more than you

Chorus:
Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is wherever I’m with you
(2x)
La la la la, take me Home
Baby, I’m coming Home

I’ll follow you into the park, through the jungle, through the dark
Girl, I’ve never loved one like you

Moats & boats & waterfalls, alley ways & pay phone calls
I’ve been everywhere with you

That’s true

We laugh until we think we’ll die, barefoot on a summer night
Nothin’ new is sweeter than with you

And in the sticks we’re running free like it’s only you and me
Geez, you’re something to see.

Chorus

“Jade?”
“Alexander?”
“Do you remember that day you fell out of my window?”
“I sure do, you came jumping out after me.”
“Well, you fell on the concrete and nearly broke your ass and you were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you off to the hospital. Do you remember that?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Well, there’s something I never told you about that night.”
“What didn’t you tell me?”
“While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was going to be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you and I never told you ‘til just now.”
“Now I know.”

Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is whenever I’m with you
Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is when I’m alone with you

Home
Let me come Home
Home is wherever I’m with you

Ahh, Home
Yes, I am Home
Home is when I’m alone with you.

Alabama, Arkansas, I do love my Ma & Pa
Moats & boats & waterfalls & pay phone calls

Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is wherever I’m with you
Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is when I’m alone with you

Money Matters.

For some reasons, I seem to hate myself for not being able to do much here.Trying to make a mountain out of mole hill is just plain stupid. You'll never reach the sky. Feeling low at this point sucks because it brings bad dreams. Having bad dreams guaranteed a bad start for the day.Why money matters?Nothing big. Just a solid reminder that money could be one of the calamities in life.

Say,

If I were to choose between pride and money,I'll hold my pride.

If I were to choose between dignity and money,I'll choose dignity.

If I were to choose between love and money,I'll go for love undoubtedly.

If I were to choose between ties and money,I'll embrace ties wholeheartedly.

If  these choices were laid before my bare eyes  50 years ago, I might answer them without uncertain hesitation.What life had to offer then was so much more. Values were stronger.Of course, across time,things changed towards the better and worse, too.But what options do we have except  adapt and move on?In 2011,if you asked me,I'd choose money above them all.Without it,pride and dignity are just specks of dust on your doormat,love can't be buy and ties mock you to death if they could. Aww...too bad, right?.Money's the bad guy and it always win...

I was, am and still find myself disgustingly surprised looking at how we let such filthy lucres affect our lives.

Now,without m-o-n-e-y,don't even dream of filling you stomach with the cheapest,most staled (perhaps with a bit of fungus) bread in town.Feeling sorry for yourself then, it just sheer ordinary.Who would possibly resist the strong temptation of a five letter word spelled m-o-n-e-y nowadays?Nobody.The need for money is beyond temptation,you need it. Freewill is not a choice anymore.

However,I find myself drawn towards the "No money,no talk/honey" rule.Despite my blunt and plain stupid remarks,remarkably I find it agreeable.This put me in a love-hate relationship with m-m-m-mmmoney I guess. Which of which?

While "no money, no talk" ruled out strangers, "no money, no honey" estranged families and friends.That's how things work.My,you'd be astounded to discover that these people could speak quite well actually when everything goes into the right place. Motivation is always uplifting,doesn't it?From top to way down the bottom, it's always been the same thing. The race in pursuit of 'power' never really ended.Lucky we have the word 'balance' and gravity or the world will be one side heavy.

 

Would I betray others then?Am I willing to go beyond limits and constraints, leaving everything behind for money?Is it worth all the hearts broken and tears shed?Under certain circumstances, it's possible for me to end up like that-desperately hunting for bucks and bulks of it.If not now,maybe later.Who can tell?I pray hard not.Still, hoping would not get me any further. The urgency of positive,motivating resolution is as worthy.For I terribly fear of nurturing such anger, which will likely grow into hatred.Or worst, vengeance.Such a bad feeling would eat you inside out if it's not put at halt.

See, I don't really have any personal feud with money. In my case, money is good business.-it makes my world go round.

We make good or bad things out of it.Instead of having control on money,we rather have money controlling us.Too busy to figure that out and sadly, when we do it's a little too late. 

Quoting Spiderman, "With great money, comes great responsibility", I have little to say in terms of what or how the responsibility looks like.You should know better.After all, a layman like me would better be off.I don't belong here yet.

 Fuck you and your money!

(Pardon my french)
 

Singing Sigh

Okay.
Week 8 onwards can be only described with one word and a sentence.
Busy.So much to do,so little time.
In about 6 weeks I will be finishing my final semester.Worse,I don't even know whether I should be glad or sad.
6 weeks later I might be doing something else or NOTHING (which I fear the most). But I'm sure I will do something.With the final year project hanging loose,no doubt I will face severe inner-self conflicts these days.At times like this,you'll need moral support from almost everyone and everything, whether they really say it straight to your face or not.

Whatever it is, it's going to put you in the brink of desperation.However,despite all worries and jeremiads,there's always something pleasant.
For our proficiency course,we're having this play.Nothing big.Still,it's super exciting.The part where everybody comes in and work together somehow make me reluctant to let go of everything.Suddenly,everything seems to precious that you feel like grabbing them all and put them in the refrigerator-so that the moments freeze and stay just as it is.
Good escape from Time huh?So to speak.Time goes on.It never waits.

The past is only the present become invisible and mute; and because it is invisible and mute, its memorized glances and its murmurs are infinitely precious. We are tomorrow's past.          -Mary Webb-

 Ah,funny though.It's ridiculous sometimes to think that you don't feel what you're supposed to when everyone else is into it.You're always the slow and unpredictable one.You can be insensitive at times when you're supposed to be sensitive and you're to blur to be true when you need to be 'awake'. Sui genesis? I don't think so. =P

Apple Heart

"I wonder how would it feel like to have an apple heart."
Yeah,this was among the random thoughts I had when I was either sweeping or mopping the floor.
Whatever.
Apple always seems juicy and consumable (most of the times) I would say. Apple smells nice.I like the smell of green apples especially.The colour (rosy red and fresh green)soothes your tired eyes.An apple looks empty, but two apples are bounty.

Apples even do you good.
"An apple a day keeps the doctor away" but an apple would be rotten if it's left about.
A waste it is.
But alas,who would ever noticed such a pome? Always there means always for granted.
So those who owned the apple hearts,watch out, because life often plays you hard.Again and again your soul will cry,devoured by flames which tear you apart.
Do not weep, and and gives everything out but smile and say "I'll never give up!"
That's the beauty of an apple heart.