Tonight, Tonight

My desktop is littered with things to do, most of which aren't fun. I'm exhausting options only to realize that once again this little location is all about work and everything else is optional.

Things to do this weekend

1. Send the genius in for a quick tune up
2. Batteries on the camera
3. Phone hunting, but ain't buying
4. Housekeeper, pre cleaning tidy up
5. Work, work, work
6. Laundry
7. Say goodbye to lil' mo
8.

Want to do

1. Escape
2. Refer to no. 1


Lets... tonight, tonight...

updated: 1. Drinks as per usual post mo. (item no. 7)
2. Karaoke *shudder*
3. Mountain bike ride, bruises and grass stuck in shoes (good thing)
4. Music, book
5. West Wing
6. Badminton

Not too bad then... Though, am adamant I should take the camera for a walk one of these days.

Looking Through Lenses

With love and kindness, through good times and bad, solitude and strength, a guiding hand nonetheless.

A journey that starts from the start of the wooded path, perhaps through the banks of a shore, fortitude and resilience holds true.

read this...

"children are nature's contraceptive - it means we've had to revert to being teenagers, trying to be content with the occasional late night fumble on the sofa etc. Can't wait until I can reclaim my bed, carpet burn isn't exciting at my age, it's just uncomfortable!"

Made me smile for a moment. Alas, it's Friday... the weekend is near yet there's nothing in the diary to do. Will think of something....

If Talk is Cheap, I've Gotten Myself a Bargain

Listening to:
Thinking of:

Each scar tells a story,
each one a distinct tale
Battle wounds of sort
Some of good fortune
Others of woe

Perhaps they're apparent,
Some stories to be made known
Some are private
In living memory do they reside

Taken in pride
or received in meekness
Scars don't fade
Scars don't stop

Yet all in all,
scars tell a story of healing
of hope and rejuvenation...

In the Waiting Line

Listening to:
Thinking of:

One Giant Leap to Nowhere

'Only two things are infinite -- the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not so sure about the Universe.' --Albert Einstein

Don't mean to be a bummer... as one inches on in search of the future of the human race, it seems that the simplistic stumbling block would that the human race has effectively stopped evolving.

The age of invention has seemed to have gone dormant. Credit where due, its a case now of churning out subsequent definitions of said invention.

Yet our tolerance of stupidity has been forthcoming, even possibly inviting. As we know, nature thrives on the "weeding out the sick and needy". However, the human race encourages the need to laugh at our fellow race while encouraging the lack of physical or cognitive prowess... Items such as big brother or cases like a thieve sues and wins lawsuit after breaking his leg in an attempt at burglary? Have we gone mad? If all the football clubs were for the past couple of seasons collectively placed their transfer kitty in a pot, we'd be having McDonalds on the moon by now.

Its evident that entertainment has taken over in value over sheer innovation or intelligence. Oh gone are the days of yore... But by far my favorite silly death resource would still be the Darwin Awards

Anyways, I'd better not talk too much, I'd probably be first on the chopping board in the name of eliminating the dumb and stupid.

Ta!

Call me smit'n by Modern Day Dame

Melody Gardot Who will confort Me
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I recall more than 10 years ago

"Gosh, what is wrong with the two of you?! I feel like I'm teaching love as a second language to both of you!"

and hence the advent of the mutual friend. The bridge, the one thing we had in common. If anything goes wrong, the commentator and comfort... not to mention a whole lot of inside info.

Naive and awkward... But I guess we all had to start somewhere.

Looking back, it seemed so simple then, yet absolutely nerve wrecking like it's the end of the world if it messed up.

There's nowhere else to hide.

Yet its strange how asking a girl out proper still induces this immense sense of anxiety, no matter how many times you've tried (and failed).

...in response to the marine cephalopod

Artisans: Of Dating and Fate

It starts off over tea, the fragrant scent of peppermint creeps past the sweaty smell of a long day's work. It seemed like it took forever and the imaginary spot light on the two of them just seemed to get warmer.

"So you're not a devout Christian, are you?"

The question greeted with an uncomfortable silence befitting the awkwardness of the moment

"Guess not. That's going to be a problem"

Conversation from then on felt labored and more often bordered on the superficial

"So have you been to the Sagrada Familia, then?"

Each question greeted with a monosyllable

"No"

As the clock ticks, he chirps in breaking the monotonous sequence of questions and answers

"I was just there for the work"

The sound of her interest smashes against her quixotic floor. Disintegrating into a multitude of broken images and idealistic fantasies.

Perhaps it's another line drawn across another name in the little black book. Perhaps he wasn't as fond of her as she was of him.

Even if he was, that sure is a strange way of displaying affection.

"I suppose we're just all that little different"

"I suppose so"

She looks down, blinks and as she raises her head, its back to the real world... Still alone, a book in hand and a froth smeared cup of coffee... As she begins to sigh, a tap on a shoulder, a familiar smile and a peck on the cheek.

"Hey sweetie, sorry I'm late... I just had to pick this up"

As he placed in her hand a first edition of the Velveteen Rabbit, the same copy he noticed her looking through the bookstore glass with a longing sigh

Randomly pieced together from different conversations and observations

If needs must

Listening to:
Thinking of:

DOn't know how i screwed up so badly... Guess I'll have to hang on once more try dying another day.

j'adore

Listening to:
Thinking of:

Feelings you never knew
Pulling you under now
Your fighting the undertow
Before it sucks you down

Pushing the senses
It's pushing the senses now

Come on come on
What are you going to do
You can't find another day
Come on come on
You're pushing the senses
You're pushing the senses through

Always, I can depend on you
But sometimes
It's burning a hole right through
Let's talk about it

Staring at photographs
Posted on the wall
Images smiling down
The face of a lonely soul

Come on come on
What are you going to do
You can't find another day
Come on come on
You're pushing the senses
You're pushing the senses through

Always
'cause I can depend on you
But sometimes
I'm finding it hard to choose
Let's talk about it

Always
I can depend on you
But sometimes
It's burning a hole right through
Let's talk about it
Let's talk about it

Always
I can depend on you
But sometimes
Sometimes

Always
I can depend on you
But sometimes
It's burning a hole right through
Let's talk about it

Always
I can depend on you
But sometimes
It's burning a hole right through
Keep pushing the senses through
Let's talk about us