oh happy day

something about not listening to certain songs when dumped, rushing RUSH-ing about and food...

thanks

Listen...

Ok, forget it for a moment... of oxygen and steel, the horrible combinations of earthen orange and maroon... For a brief moment, flee fleetingly to another realm, where water glimmers and as the toes curl with sand between them...

To a place where the world seems rather silly in tragedy, namely the Great Beer Flood of London. Yes folks, the Great Beer Flood... In it's wake, 8 were killed by the ensuing barley wave and one soul was lost to alcohol poisoning.

The year was 1814... and deemed "Gift from God"

London Beer Flood

9pm and still am at work...

-Stalking Victims, Paris-

SOmetimes I find a picture that I didn't know I've taken... This one made me laugh...

90 miles outside Chicago
"Can't stop driving
I don't know why
So many questions
I need an answer
Two years later
You're still on my mind

Whatever happened to Amelia Earhart?
Who holds the stars up in the sky?
Is true love just once in a lifetime?
Did the captain of the Titanic cry?

Someday we'll know if love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know why I wasn't meant for you

Does anybody know the way to Atlantis
Or what the wind says when she cries?
I'm speeding by the place that I met you
For the 97th time tonight

Someday we'll know if love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know why I wasn't meant for you
Someday we'll know why Samson loved Delilah
One day I'll go dancing on the moon
Someday you'll know that I was the one for you

I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow
I watched the stars crash in the sea
If I could ask God just one question
Why aren't you here with me tonight?

Someday we'll know if love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know why I wasn't meant for you
Someday we'll know why Samson loved Delilah
One day I'll go dancing on the moon
Someday you'll know that I was the One for you"

The murder of One

Stay, U2...

I think its just a sense of being overwhelmed....
I'd like to hide in a hole in the ground
Maybe dance like the fools around,
Listen to a talk show, scroll the web for adverts
Just be far far away

Go anywhere but here
London, Belfast and Berlin
And if she calls
Will I fall

If could stay,
Would the night give you up?

I Like Pictures

-When Words Just Aren't Called For-

The essence of a bachelor pad is always about furnishing... It's gotta be dark, sophisticated (possibly avant garde, but thats a taste thing), comfortable and possibly even tasteful.

Somehow the concept of the bachelor pad has always been about minimalistic black coloured sophistication, highlighted by the fact there is a giant LCD screen (Plasma if you wish) right smack to the Bang and Olufsen (style over substance?) sound system next to it as the highlight in the living room. You never get a Bose as the Bose would be too discreet, neither would you get something that actually sounds good because those don't look just as cool... (Though if you're lucky enough to get a Steinway and Son's... My hat is off, and kindly do loan me your ferrari for the weekend)

Now, the most important part of the stereotypical bachelor pad would be it's couch. Designed to be wide enough for any form of possible ahems, and comfortable enough that should you have a massive hangover, you can steel watch sports while collapsed on it. An Eames chair and ottoman would appeal to guests who would've seen it on Frasier or just happen to walk by the designer furniture store down the road where the said apartment is located (oh, how did I forget about the apartment's location... and the view!)

The kitchen would have to be stylish, even if its never used... Brushed surfaces, immaculate set of pots, pans and all of that.

Guests rooms are not furnished, but used for other purposes... Possibly where the listenable sound system reside (once again, unless the Steinway is out in the hall) or maybe a REAL Steinway Piano, model B refurbished from the early 20th century. Perhaps where you'd keep your designer electronics, fancy mountain bike, cameras, or even wine and cigars... in their own chiller or humidiser (respectively), everything would be immaculate, not because you are... but because you'd have someone do it for you.

The bedroom.... Where there is a King Sized bed, electrical curtains (clap operated? Don't know... would it confuse snores for claps?) Designer sheets and curtains (definitely black out), walk in closet for the designer outfits and dimmer switches, oh the very important dimmer switches. Speaking of beds... I have seen an ideal bed, low enough to stumble in when drunk, with enough storage space beneath (held together by an aircraft door hinge) to hide the other girl as the girlfriend comes a knocking.

Bathroom, black marble top, stone shower tiles on the floor, rain shower (or a 360 shower) and a jacuzzi just for good measure.

Sadly, yours truly doesn't have any of the above... not even the apartment. Thank you so much for wrecking the curve with the Ferrari and the Penthouse... But that said, the stuff's really cool...

End of and Error?

Listening to:
Thinking of:

Sometimes it feels like at every turn Life or Murphy is lurking about the corner just waiting to screw you. More often than not, it leaves one feeling cold and shaken after beating life or even Murphy (though the score with Murphy is so lopsided in Murphy's favor, it's not even fun anymore) and more often than not resulting in one being jaded.

But for every boy, there are defining moments in life which leave scars that are permanent, a mark of growing up. Some are...

1. Realizing dad isn't superman- I suppose it was going to be inevitable...

2. Competing in competitive sport for the first time- There still isn't an equivalent adrenaline rush just yet. When the heart rate shoots sky high and all you're focused on is getting the next point.

3. Finishing the first "grown up" book, y'know those thick ones with small words- I can't remember the title, but it sort of on the lines of "The Godfather"

4. Hosting a dinner party for the first time- 8 people, Cod and a lot of knife and skillet work

5. When she finally holds your hand- and the rest of the process entails... never stops being a thrill

6. First ever pay check- Spent it on the suit and that was it!

7. First drive alone- Stole the family car, I did return it a day later

8. Acknowledged for the first time being a grown up- Still hasn't happened

9. The first "Good Job"- Warm fuzzy feeling, simple pride knowing that I've actually done something right

10. Heartache, heart break and the inevitable break up- Baby, it hurts so good

11. Standing up for one's self- Telling the douche bag that he should take his opinion and stuff it in his giant sized < insert preferred orifice here, I didn't use a male item here >

12. Hitting the first sweet spot- It's all about the sound and "look at that go"

13. Traveling on a plane alone for the first time- It had to be a bloody 13 hour non- stop to London

14. Not crying at a funeral

15. First big purchase- still pending

16. Getting tested- I'll leave this to your imagination

-resisting a commentary-

Between leg hair and mammaries, I think I'll start filling in the blanks with

1. We gotta laugh, a lot...

Though I think the ideal would sound strangely like Carla Bruni, you gotta love the name, the looks, the voice and the style... lets not start with the sex