Found a splendid song. Very back-dated, but ME LIKE.
Kinda reminds me of how stupid I look when i court a woman.
but
Something about you girl - Tahiti 80
Don't let me make a fool of myself
I only, I only wants you to see the best of me.
I know we're in this together
I don't wanna be a broken mirror
Something about you girl
Something about you girl
I know our love will last forever
I know our love will last forever
I put my pride on the shelf,
ill leave, some space for you and your mysteries
although i may not understand, everything you do,
You know how you just doubt mine
Something about you girl
Something about you girl
I know our love will last forever
I know our love will last forever
We're doing this together, Its only getting betterx4
Something about you girl
Something about you girl
I know our love will last forever
I know our love will last forever
Something about you, girl.
Monday, 16 March 2009
How to measure a Life's Quality
It was a terribly terrible bad day.
I just got off a nasty fight and was having loads of problems:
personally, politically, psychologically and financially.
Decided to smoke my lungs out by a bridge cutting thru the ocean.
It was a popular spot for tourists, you can find more races than you do in my campus there.
On my way of the 5th stick, an mediocre-looking not too old but definitely not young man came to approach me.
"borrow me a light please, son."
(it feels really classic with the 'son')
caucassian, with beach wear and a beer along with the rattan hat of his.
(hands my ligther).
"thanks. its my lucky stick. ill devote this one for you."
I was shocked
"why would that be?"
"you look as if you need it more."
"i probably do. thanks anyway".
He smirked, leaned his shoulders on the bridge's handle:
"lemme ask you, how do you measure someone's quality of life?"
"gee. i dont bloody know, how many friends he have?"
"see, do you judge him financially? how famous he is? how handsome or beautiful a person is?"
"shoot me old man. i cant even think right now."
"well. I'd judge from how happy he is. And you, are getting a big zero. Time to introspect yourself?" and he laughs and leave, just like those freaky-artsy movies.
ever since then:
1. Im too lazy to lie, it makes me unhappy.
2. I dont really care about money anymore as long as I have enuf to support myself and the future.
3. Im basically not afraid of anything, unless it makes me really unhappy.
4. Whenever I feel down, Ill still be happy. Why the fuck wuld I reduce my quality of life?
That old-too-stingy-to-buy-a-lighter-bastard has a point though.
he morphed my life into something new.
And
Im liking the new Me.
Ciao,
Magna.
I just got off a nasty fight and was having loads of problems:
personally, politically, psychologically and financially.
Decided to smoke my lungs out by a bridge cutting thru the ocean.
It was a popular spot for tourists, you can find more races than you do in my campus there.
On my way of the 5th stick, an mediocre-looking not too old but definitely not young man came to approach me.
"borrow me a light please, son."
(it feels really classic with the 'son')
caucassian, with beach wear and a beer along with the rattan hat of his.
(hands my ligther).
"thanks. its my lucky stick. ill devote this one for you."
I was shocked
"why would that be?"
"you look as if you need it more."
"i probably do. thanks anyway".
He smirked, leaned his shoulders on the bridge's handle:
"lemme ask you, how do you measure someone's quality of life?"
"gee. i dont bloody know, how many friends he have?"
"see, do you judge him financially? how famous he is? how handsome or beautiful a person is?"
"shoot me old man. i cant even think right now."
"well. I'd judge from how happy he is. And you, are getting a big zero. Time to introspect yourself?" and he laughs and leave, just like those freaky-artsy movies.
ever since then:
1. Im too lazy to lie, it makes me unhappy.
2. I dont really care about money anymore as long as I have enuf to support myself and the future.
3. Im basically not afraid of anything, unless it makes me really unhappy.
4. Whenever I feel down, Ill still be happy. Why the fuck wuld I reduce my quality of life?
That old-too-stingy-to-buy-a-lighter-bastard has a point though.
he morphed my life into something new.
And
Im liking the new Me.
Ciao,
Magna.
Ilse Kerger II
Continues...
I reckon she was wearing this red-black abstract pattern - over white dress.
she seems to wear that often, three out of all the times i met her, shes on that.
It was my main purpose to court her.
But she seems to be a great friend to have, more than any other means.
"So, where are you from, ilse?"
"The Netherlands. But not fully, im mixed."
I tried taking a shot ,
"mixed wid wud? Indo?"
"yea. but its a direct mix. its like, both my parents are mixed as well. "
"then I am amazed with the mix. its always entertains me to see what pops out."
"you know what they say, mix two ugly person and something shocking might come out instead."
"witnessing it."
The conversation goes on, and I realize perhaps I'm the only one that enjoys it.
She started to take some calls, maybe its time to go.
I turned my head around, shove my middle finger at andrew, and gives him the sign "you better have the 30 bucks you owe me now". the nod and tap his own head.
"Okay ilse, I think I can claim my 30 bucks now. Pleasure meeting you, want a share of the 30? I dont mind splitting as long as i get my coffee."
You know we all hope for this answer
"Yea you can buy me a coffee instead."
But sometimes the truth can exaggerate your expectations, or disappointing it, so what she really said was:
TBC....
I reckon she was wearing this red-black abstract pattern - over white dress.
she seems to wear that often, three out of all the times i met her, shes on that.
It was my main purpose to court her.
But she seems to be a great friend to have, more than any other means.
"So, where are you from, ilse?"
"The Netherlands. But not fully, im mixed."
I tried taking a shot ,
"mixed wid wud? Indo?"
"yea. but its a direct mix. its like, both my parents are mixed as well. "
"then I am amazed with the mix. its always entertains me to see what pops out."
"you know what they say, mix two ugly person and something shocking might come out instead."
"witnessing it."
The conversation goes on, and I realize perhaps I'm the only one that enjoys it.
She started to take some calls, maybe its time to go.
I turned my head around, shove my middle finger at andrew, and gives him the sign "you better have the 30 bucks you owe me now". the nod and tap his own head.
"Okay ilse, I think I can claim my 30 bucks now. Pleasure meeting you, want a share of the 30? I dont mind splitting as long as i get my coffee."
You know we all hope for this answer
"Yea you can buy me a coffee instead."
But sometimes the truth can exaggerate your expectations, or disappointing it, so what she really said was:
TBC....
Monday, 9 March 2009
Repost of: Ilse Kerger
I met the most amazing person.
hot hot bloody hot day at the campus
not only that i sweat like a pig, the 1 hour sleep thanks to the assignment.
not only that i sweat like a pig, the 1 hour sleep thanks to the assignment.
i forgot my wallet at home. how convenient.
sat with a bunch of my new friends. trying to take a sip out of their coffee.
instead andrew said :
"look at that chick! oh my god. shes hot"
i said, "DIP! where ???"
turned back, and "vvvvuuuaahhh".
andrew: okay, your dip. good luck.
me: wtf. thats like adriana lima. and with 20 sen in my pocket and empty cigarettes. you must be kidding me. another day.
andrew: go fuck yourself. 30 bucks if you get her name and chat for a while.
me: be my fucking guest. you're losing 30 bucks right now u know?
took a last sip of marlboro lights, and move my big ass up.
"hi, i actually forgot my wallet and i need 30 bucks to survive for the day. if im to sit here wid you, get your name, ill get my coffee. is that okay?"
her looooong, brunette hair,
tall-fit body.
warming smile,
said:
"yea sure. i like crazy things".
i expected a weird glare. but i got that :)
amazing!
"whats your name?"
"ilse."
took a look at her folder, it says: 'ilse kerger'.
TBC
Sunday, 1 March 2009
It was rought morning but i felt a good ending
Has it ever occured that you woke up one day,
knowing that its gonna be a hell of a rough day.
You beg to differ, sayings its gonna be alright.
But when you realize that your facial hair needs shaving,
and the electric shaver is out of power, searching for a spare manual shaver,
and cut your chin instead. Apart from the small cut, how your trip to duty was delayed
by a 1 hour traffic jam, and by
the time you arrive in place of duty,
and court the person you admire and walked with for several time,
she told you "sorry, Im gay".
in addition, you get nasty emails when you're anxious and all
excited about what people are gonna say after you spread your word to the world by blog;
instead you get the anger, the degrading comments that put you up to the situation
where you thought that you really are a psycho and you did something wrong,
but in the other hand you are afraid, still is, that you offended and annoyed many people
after various and series of evaluation in your mind you decided to delete the post away,
thinking its the easiest way to restore calm. Yet you believe that you did nothing wrong
but simply wrote about a person you respect very well.
that was how crappy my morning till afteroon was.
the kind of event that forces you to light a cigarette,
and whilst done, says "i can use another cigarette".
out of expectation, the ending serves you well.
the very person that said shes a gay.
calls you back and gives you a devastating but
the kind of answer that you would leap in happiness
"id turn straight for you. dont walk away".
you start to shake, no matter how big the fear and dissapointment the
day has cause you. You jump in happiness, run around the field, sings
your favorite song, and decided to take another risk,
of saying your say to the world.
hereth cometh the blog post.
please, no nasty emails and comments this time
ciao,
magna.
knowing that its gonna be a hell of a rough day.
You beg to differ, sayings its gonna be alright.
But when you realize that your facial hair needs shaving,
and the electric shaver is out of power, searching for a spare manual shaver,
and cut your chin instead. Apart from the small cut, how your trip to duty was delayed
by a 1 hour traffic jam, and by
the time you arrive in place of duty,
and court the person you admire and walked with for several time,
she told you "sorry, Im gay".
in addition, you get nasty emails when you're anxious and all
excited about what people are gonna say after you spread your word to the world by blog;
instead you get the anger, the degrading comments that put you up to the situation
where you thought that you really are a psycho and you did something wrong,
but in the other hand you are afraid, still is, that you offended and annoyed many people
after various and series of evaluation in your mind you decided to delete the post away,
thinking its the easiest way to restore calm. Yet you believe that you did nothing wrong
but simply wrote about a person you respect very well.
that was how crappy my morning till afteroon was.
the kind of event that forces you to light a cigarette,
and whilst done, says "i can use another cigarette".
out of expectation, the ending serves you well.
the very person that said shes a gay.
calls you back and gives you a devastating but
the kind of answer that you would leap in happiness
"id turn straight for you. dont walk away".
you start to shake, no matter how big the fear and dissapointment the
day has cause you. You jump in happiness, run around the field, sings
your favorite song, and decided to take another risk,
of saying your say to the world.
hereth cometh the blog post.
please, no nasty emails and comments this time
ciao,
magna.
You and I
A pretty cliched song but still is very touching,
the rhyme, the ambiance, the lyric.
ooohh.
Jason Mraz - You and I both
Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me
Oh things are gonna happen naturally
Oh taking your advice I'm looking on the bright side
And balancing the whole thing
But often times those words get tangled up in lines
And the bright lights turn to night
Until the dawn it brings
Another day to sing about the magic that was you and me
Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of
Others only read of the love, the love that I love.
See I'm all about them words
Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words
Hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards
More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive
And it's okay if you have go away
Oh just remember the telephone works both ways
And if I never ever hear them ring
If nothing else I'll think the bells inside
Have finally found you someone else and that's okay
Cause I'll remember everything you sang
Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of
and others just read of and if you could see now
well I'm almost finally out of.
I'm finally out of, finally, deedeeededede
well I'm almost finally, finally, finally out of words.
the rhyme, the ambiance, the lyric.
ooohh.
Jason Mraz - You and I both
Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me
Oh things are gonna happen naturally
Oh taking your advice I'm looking on the bright side
And balancing the whole thing
But often times those words get tangled up in lines
And the bright lights turn to night
Until the dawn it brings
Another day to sing about the magic that was you and me
Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of
Others only read of the love, the love that I love.
See I'm all about them words
Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words
Hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards
More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive
And it's okay if you have go away
Oh just remember the telephone works both ways
And if I never ever hear them ring
If nothing else I'll think the bells inside
Have finally found you someone else and that's okay
Cause I'll remember everything you sang
Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of
and others just read of and if you could see now
well I'm almost finally out of.
I'm finally out of, finally, deedeeededede
well I'm almost finally, finally, finally out of words.
Deleted Post
I've been receiving nasty e-mails in response to my post:
Ilse Kerger.
Even the featured person didnt seem to find it pleasant too.
Even got called a psycho by another.
Unanimous decision called.
The post is to be deleted.
Sorry to those offended.
Have a great day ;)
Ciao,
Magna
Ilse Kerger.
Even the featured person didnt seem to find it pleasant too.
Even got called a psycho by another.
Unanimous decision called.
The post is to be deleted.
Sorry to those offended.
Have a great day ;)
Ciao,
Magna
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