I need light.
Light is my only hope.
If there is no light.
I can't--
I can't---
I can't----
I can't take stupid pictures of myself, OK?!
**I hope you get that what I'm saying is literally LIGHT. I need strobe lights. If I can't get strobe lights then BOO-HOO me.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
If You Asked Me How I Am...
If you asked me how i am right now...
I would, sadly, not know what to say...
I dig deep into my thoughts and wonder...
How am I?
-I am fine, thanks.
-I'm doing well. Thank you.
-Good, how about you?
Sometimes I feel as if I am alone, sometimes I feel as if I am stranded in a huge island, but no where to go, no time to laugh, no time to have fun.
I feel trapped inside a coccoon that has been already been opened, but it's just me who's refusing to get out. Life a bitch? No.
I think life is just doing its job.
It wouldn't be worth it, if it weren't hard, right?
Besides, things will stay the same if I don't get up and get going...
I may be sad at times, but forgive me for being so. It's just too hard, but nothing stays impossible.
So, if you asked me now how I am...
-I'm fine, you?
I would, sadly, not know what to say...
I dig deep into my thoughts and wonder...
How am I?
-I am fine, thanks.
-I'm doing well. Thank you.
-Good, how about you?
Sometimes I feel as if I am alone, sometimes I feel as if I am stranded in a huge island, but no where to go, no time to laugh, no time to have fun.
I feel trapped inside a coccoon that has been already been opened, but it's just me who's refusing to get out. Life a bitch? No.
I think life is just doing its job.
It wouldn't be worth it, if it weren't hard, right?
Besides, things will stay the same if I don't get up and get going...
I may be sad at times, but forgive me for being so. It's just too hard, but nothing stays impossible.
So, if you asked me now how I am...
-I'm fine, you?
Monday, November 24, 2008
Right Writing -- awkward wording.
Points to think about:
1. Why is writing such a hard thing to do?
2. Why is reading boring or uncool?
3. Is a nerd still a nerd after he or she becomes successful? (Good day, Mr. Bill Gates)
4. Tell me honestly, what inspires you? (Or don't tell me, you and I don't know each other--I'm just saying...)
5. If you're done reading this, will you let others read it too? (That's a trick question...)
Writing.
As some of you may know. I despise writing. I like thinking, though. I like the idea of having an idea--all the time. I like reading too. It's fun knowing how others think. If it's boring, then maybe it's better to keep the thoughts for other people to read. Writing is something that I do not want to do. Am I a hypocrite?
(Well, yeah... it kinda looks that way.)
Wait, wait. Let me explain...
See, I like writing when ideas are already 'ready to harvest'. Most of the time, I just like reading about or thinking more about it rather than writing it. It's just so tiring to write about it, right? Think about it. When you write, you have to think about the punctuation marks, the grammar, the spelling, the ideas (is it really yours? Or do you have to credit people on it?). Writing--has a whole course about it. People actually major on this stuff (actually I'm not sure if there's such a major called-- Bachelor in Arts major in Writing, but it's kinda like an expression, so let's just move on...) This entry isn't really about criticizing 'writing'... it's about encouraging people to gather ideas and possibly spreading it.
Gathering ideas is about reading, right? Or watching some movie or show. I kinda like reading more. I don't know why. Aside from it doesn't have commercials (there's a DVD for animation), and you can, like, read parts again or skip parts (there's a 'rewind' and 'forward' for animation). Okay, so maybe you wouldn't skip a word or two from what people are saying, and you could even see the right spellings for names and such because it's written on paper... (there's subtitles for animation). Okay, shut up, sentences in parentheses, you are not helping at all.
I have read a lot of books in my lifetime. Mostly fiction, though--for entertainment. I actually laughed out loud to some, and cried tomost of them some. Recently, I tried to read some nonfiction, and historical literature that, what I think, are fun and entertaining. After a few books, I feel that I became smarter than I was (yeah right, like .02% smarter). Anyhoot, I read, and I think reading is great. It's like living a different life vicariously from time to time. It's better than acting (sometimes).
I think that great writers are the best readers. How would they know what to write by just relying on experience? Even Robert Ong reads. He knows a lot, and I mean A LOT. His books are hilarious and sometimes ridiculous, but not only does he write from his heart and from his mind, he writes from other people's perspectives too. You know, like imagining how this person felt, or something like that.
It's like bread and jam. There would be no jam if one puts peanut butter on the bread... Always READ the label, please (or you could just look at what you put on the bread. When it looks like jam, then it's not peanut butter. Simple.)
I have to contest an appeal to the 'sentences in parentheses'--it is bugging me, really. I'm trying to make a point here. (Make it quick, will yah?! Some people have lives here.)
Anyway, my point is...
Life is not all about fun and games... (blah, blah, blah... quit with the cliches, it's soooo last century)
...
...
...
(Okay, do it your way... Can't take a joke, can yah? Anyway, what this person's trying to say-- I had to read everything-- is try opening up your mind to other things, it makes life more fun to be in. Just think once in a while. Try to sit down, bore yourself intentionally, and think-- who knows, you might come up with the next 'billionaire idea.' Our slogan for the day: Just Think.)
...crap.
OUST THE 'SENTENCE IN PARENTHESES'
(HAHA. YOU WISH.)
1. Why is writing such a hard thing to do?
2. Why is reading boring or uncool?
3. Is a nerd still a nerd after he or she becomes successful? (Good day, Mr. Bill Gates)
4. Tell me honestly, what inspires you? (Or don't tell me, you and I don't know each other--I'm just saying...)
5. If you're done reading this, will you let others read it too? (That's a trick question...)
Writing.
As some of you may know. I despise writing. I like thinking, though. I like the idea of having an idea--all the time. I like reading too. It's fun knowing how others think. If it's boring, then maybe it's better to keep the thoughts for other people to read. Writing is something that I do not want to do. Am I a hypocrite?
(Well, yeah... it kinda looks that way.)
Wait, wait. Let me explain...
See, I like writing when ideas are already 'ready to harvest'. Most of the time, I just like reading about or thinking more about it rather than writing it. It's just so tiring to write about it, right? Think about it. When you write, you have to think about the punctuation marks, the grammar, the spelling, the ideas (is it really yours? Or do you have to credit people on it?). Writing--has a whole course about it. People actually major on this stuff (actually I'm not sure if there's such a major called-- Bachelor in Arts major in Writing, but it's kinda like an expression, so let's just move on...) This entry isn't really about criticizing 'writing'... it's about encouraging people to gather ideas and possibly spreading it.
Gathering ideas is about reading, right? Or watching some movie or show. I kinda like reading more. I don't know why. Aside from it doesn't have commercials (there's a DVD for animation), and you can, like, read parts again or skip parts (there's a 'rewind' and 'forward' for animation). Okay, so maybe you wouldn't skip a word or two from what people are saying, and you could even see the right spellings for names and such because it's written on paper... (there's subtitles for animation). Okay, shut up, sentences in parentheses, you are not helping at all.
I have read a lot of books in my lifetime. Mostly fiction, though--for entertainment. I actually laughed out loud to some, and cried to
I think that great writers are the best readers. How would they know what to write by just relying on experience? Even Robert Ong reads. He knows a lot, and I mean A LOT. His books are hilarious and sometimes ridiculous, but not only does he write from his heart and from his mind, he writes from other people's perspectives too. You know, like imagining how this person felt, or something like that.
It's like bread and jam. There would be no jam if one puts peanut butter on the bread... Always READ the label, please (or you could just look at what you put on the bread. When it looks like jam, then it's not peanut butter. Simple.)
I have to contest an appeal to the 'sentences in parentheses'--it is bugging me, really. I'm trying to make a point here. (Make it quick, will yah?! Some people have lives here.)
Anyway, my point is...
Life is not all about fun and games... (blah, blah, blah... quit with the cliches, it's soooo last century)
...
...
...
(Okay, do it your way... Can't take a joke, can yah? Anyway, what this person's trying to say-- I had to read everything-- is try opening up your mind to other things, it makes life more fun to be in. Just think once in a while. Try to sit down, bore yourself intentionally, and think-- who knows, you might come up with the next 'billionaire idea.' Our slogan for the day: Just Think.)
...crap.
OUST THE 'SENTENCE IN PARENTHESES'
(HAHA. YOU WISH.)
The Act of Thinking in this Unthinkable World --or vice versa.
"Okay, who HASN'T heard about the word 'determinism'? Mi Cherie, what is determinism?" -philosophy teacher
Determinism is-- oh, in math, you mean? Well, it's about knowing the missing variables, so that you could, like, get the answers...
Teacher: ...not in Math terms...
Oh, not in Math terms... well, then, determinism is knowing what will happen...to...your...like...life...
Teacher: Okay, so what does the '-ism' mean?
The '-ism'? I don't know what the ism means...
Teacher: Okay. *shifts--seemingly exasperated*
My thoughts: Great...
What is determinism?
I D-O-N-'-T know.
How should I know? English isn't even my primary language. Why keep on calling me?! (Not that I mind... at least I know that I'm going to pass my participation grade) Point is...
Determinism is apparently indeterminable...
Science is awesome. Physics is great. Math is like--science. They're both major subjects in, like, anything... (OK, that didn't make sense.)
Let's see what I learned today. I learned that some philosophers such as Descartes and some underground man...what's his name... Dostoevsky?... I think that's his name (Please don't tell on me to the-- uhmn... just, please don't tell on me...)
Anyway, lessee... where was I... oh yeah... I learned that some philosophers such as Descartes and some underground man -- bzzzzzttttt... *fast forward*
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make a wish
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... in the end, we all have our thoughts to ourselves.
THE END.
(whoops... rewind...)
...and Dostoevsky think OR [might have] implied that determinism hinders a human being's freedom of thought.
See, if everything in the world is predetermined and every one of us have our own genes or what-not that determines who we are in the end then that means that no matter how hard we try to 'make better' of our lives, we just can't do it.
Why?
Because there is something called the 'law of nature' that is just 'unstoppable,' or some other term--I don't know... (like I said, English... is not my primary language, it is however, my FIRST language--it's different...i watched Sesame Street when I was a kid, OK.)
Anyway, the law of nature is some kind of general law--like gravity is 9.8 m/s^2 or something like that--and that we could not change...
Well, yeah, that made sense. You can't change some specifics such as 3.14159265... is a pi. Or, a square has 4 sides, and a triangle has 3. A straight line has 180-degree angle--and 2x2 is four. You also can't change the fact that when you have 4 apples and gave away 3, you only have 1 left (unless, of course, they realized that they were plastic, and gave it back to you--then you'll still have 4).
My point is that there are things that you cannot change, and those are facts. That's why we have exams about stuff like science and math. It's because these facts would go on and on, unless some genius would like to prove otherwise, which I highly doubt because there's always another genius who would counter that "some genius"--then it will all go into a big debate that might even create a war of the science world...then where would we all be?
However, there ARE things that we CAN change, and these are OURSELVES. Our decisions in life don't always have to be based on facts. Our decisions in life are helped by facts, not the other way around. We aren't robots that are programmed to think only specifically. We, ourselves, are independent beings that can make the world a better place, if we make it. We have our ideas, don't we? Then let's work on that. Let's start on something simple. Let's change something. Let's make things better. Who wants to join me?
Now?
No! Uhmn, you know what, I'm kinda busy. I have a lot of things to do-- you know-- Life intervenes... School work, and stuff.. Sorry... Uhmn, I'll probably catch up with you later. You just go ahead.
I just wanted to say that in the end, we all have our thoughts to ourselves.
THE END
(when the philosophy teacher was asked what the meaning of 'determinism' is, apparently, he doesn't know THE DEFINITE meaning of it... oh well, then it was probably justifiable of me to stutter-- and rack my brain for an answer after all. Schnoff hagen!)
Determinism is-- oh, in math, you mean? Well, it's about knowing the missing variables, so that you could, like, get the answers...
Teacher: ...not in Math terms...
Oh, not in Math terms... well, then, determinism is knowing what will happen...to...your...like...life...
Teacher: Okay, so what does the '-ism' mean?
The '-ism'? I don't know what the ism means...
Teacher: Okay. *shifts--seemingly exasperated*
My thoughts: Great...
What is determinism?
I D-O-N-'-T know.
How should I know? English isn't even my primary language. Why keep on calling me?! (Not that I mind... at least I know that I'm going to pass my participation grade) Point is...
Determinism is apparently indeterminable...
Science is awesome. Physics is great. Math is like--science. They're both major subjects in, like, anything... (OK, that didn't make sense.)
Let's see what I learned today. I learned that some philosophers such as Descartes and some underground man...what's his name... Dostoevsky?... I think that's his name (Please don't tell on me to the-- uhmn... just, please don't tell on me...)
Anyway, lessee... where was I... oh yeah... I learned that some philosophers such as Descartes and some underground man -- bzzzzzttttt... *fast forward*
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***
***
***
make a wish
***
***
***
... in the end, we all have our thoughts to ourselves.
THE END.
(whoops... rewind...)
...and Dostoevsky think OR [might have] implied that determinism hinders a human being's freedom of thought.
See, if everything in the world is predetermined and every one of us have our own genes or what-not that determines who we are in the end then that means that no matter how hard we try to 'make better' of our lives, we just can't do it.
Why?
Because there is something called the 'law of nature' that is just 'unstoppable,' or some other term--I don't know... (like I said, English... is not my primary language, it is however, my FIRST language--it's different...i watched Sesame Street when I was a kid, OK.)
Anyway, the law of nature is some kind of general law--like gravity is 9.8 m/s^2 or something like that--and that we could not change...
Well, yeah, that made sense. You can't change some specifics such as 3.14159265... is a pi. Or, a square has 4 sides, and a triangle has 3. A straight line has 180-degree angle--and 2x2 is four. You also can't change the fact that when you have 4 apples and gave away 3, you only have 1 left (unless, of course, they realized that they were plastic, and gave it back to you--then you'll still have 4).
My point is that there are things that you cannot change, and those are facts. That's why we have exams about stuff like science and math. It's because these facts would go on and on, unless some genius would like to prove otherwise, which I highly doubt because there's always another genius who would counter that "some genius"--then it will all go into a big debate that might even create a war of the science world...then where would we all be?
However, there ARE things that we CAN change, and these are OURSELVES. Our decisions in life don't always have to be based on facts. Our decisions in life are helped by facts, not the other way around. We aren't robots that are programmed to think only specifically. We, ourselves, are independent beings that can make the world a better place, if we make it. We have our ideas, don't we? Then let's work on that. Let's start on something simple. Let's change something. Let's make things better. Who wants to join me?
Now?
No! Uhmn, you know what, I'm kinda busy. I have a lot of things to do-- you know-- Life intervenes... School work, and stuff.. Sorry... Uhmn, I'll probably catch up with you later. You just go ahead.
I just wanted to say that in the end, we all have our thoughts to ourselves.
THE END
(when the philosophy teacher was asked what the meaning of 'determinism' is, apparently, he doesn't know THE DEFINITE meaning of it... oh well, then it was probably justifiable of me to stutter-- and rack my brain for an answer after all. Schnoff hagen!)
Topic: Acting (literally non-profit and non informational)
Warning: Contents are non informational and can make you even dumber than before you read it. The author will not apologize for that and will refuse to pay a fine.
Proposal: Acting.
Interview:
1. Can you act?
Yes, I definitely can.
2. If that is so, then what acting experiences have you, well, experienced?
Well, I have been casted as one of the little children in the play "The King and I"--my line was, wait, I'm trying to remember... oh, I think it was something like this... hmn, no it wasn't that, I was a child, I couldn't have said such thing... Oh! Oh! I know! I know! It was-- "I believe in snow." Yup, that was it, dang! I had a hard time memorizing that line. Woohhh~
3. Okay... So, are there OTHER acting experiences that you may have had? Anything at all other than... that?
Hmn, you really, really have tough questions... *laughs nervously*. Let me see... Oh, I told my mom that I was going to my classmate's house to do a project, but I went to another friend's house and we partied. When I went home, my mom didn't have any idea that I really didn't do THE project...
4. Okay, okay... that's not acting...
Oh, so uhmn... Let's see... Hey, just so you know, that was really an effort of an act... but, oh well. Oh, I know! I went to buy tickets for the bus one time, and I tried on a British accent... you know, like the ones they use in Harry Potter. Oh, gee, they're really good with "speaking British," they should win like-- all the awards! I mean, come on! It's so hard to do a British accent.
5. Okay, that's enough. By the way, the cast of Harry Potter are British.
Oh... I know that... but, it's neat! They're British, AND they can do a British accent. How cool is that??
6. Good bye.
Bye... Oh, hey, can you tell me where the restrooms are? Your building is waaaay huge... I could get lost here...
7. ...
Ohhhhh... I get it. I won't tell.
*walking, walking, walking, stops...turns back around...* Hey, maybe you should like, put a map somewhere... it would be more embarrassing if you really need to go to the bathroom... I mean, you work here. I think you should suggest that, but jokingly. So, you know, they won't figure that you don't know where the bathroom is...
8. GUARD!
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So maybe I haven't had any really big acting experiences in my life, but I do know that I can act. Only time can tell when I could have my debut.
Proposal: Acting.
Interview:
1. Can you act?
Yes, I definitely can.
2. If that is so, then what acting experiences have you, well, experienced?
Well, I have been casted as one of the little children in the play "The King and I"--my line was, wait, I'm trying to remember... oh, I think it was something like this... hmn, no it wasn't that, I was a child, I couldn't have said such thing... Oh! Oh! I know! I know! It was-- "I believe in snow." Yup, that was it, dang! I had a hard time memorizing that line. Woohhh~
3. Okay... So, are there OTHER acting experiences that you may have had? Anything at all other than... that?
Hmn, you really, really have tough questions... *laughs nervously*. Let me see... Oh, I told my mom that I was going to my classmate's house to do a project, but I went to another friend's house and we partied. When I went home, my mom didn't have any idea that I really didn't do THE project...
4. Okay, okay... that's not acting...
Oh, so uhmn... Let's see... Hey, just so you know, that was really an effort of an act... but, oh well. Oh, I know! I went to buy tickets for the bus one time, and I tried on a British accent... you know, like the ones they use in Harry Potter. Oh, gee, they're really good with "speaking British," they should win like-- all the awards! I mean, come on! It's so hard to do a British accent.
5. Okay, that's enough. By the way, the cast of Harry Potter are British.
Oh... I know that... but, it's neat! They're British, AND they can do a British accent. How cool is that??
6. Good bye.
Bye... Oh, hey, can you tell me where the restrooms are? Your building is waaaay huge... I could get lost here...
7. ...
Ohhhhh... I get it. I won't tell.
*walking, walking, walking, stops...turns back around...* Hey, maybe you should like, put a map somewhere... it would be more embarrassing if you really need to go to the bathroom... I mean, you work here. I think you should suggest that, but jokingly. So, you know, they won't figure that you don't know where the bathroom is...
8. GUARD!
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So maybe I haven't had any really big acting experiences in my life, but I do know that I can act. Only time can tell when I could have my debut.
First Entry - Nth Blog
OK, let me introduce myself. I am someone you don't know-- someone who wrote this blog out of --say... boredom? Hey, wait, my semester isn't even over yet...
Well, let's just say that my creative juices are kinda boiling over (or maybe it's because it's rotting--and the bubbles say a lot, who knows?). Let's see...
H.T.M.Y.T.U. - that's the name of my organization.
Kidding. That's just the name of the blog.
It does mean SOMETHING though. Hmn, can you guess what?
Duh, It means... Hey There, my Yoda, Thank U... nope.
Haha Tell My Yaya To Undress... nasty!
Hack Till Miss Yesterday Tells Us... no, no, no... doesn't even make sense.
It's, of course, "How To Make Your Time Useful"... hahahahaha!! now that's funny, good job! Now, what does HTMYTU really mean seriously?
Uhmn... I just said it...
You're kidding?
No.
Oh. Okay. Then... uhmn... nice... name. Hehe. Go on.
Well, anyway... This entry is mostly about the introduction to this blog of mine...
It's about free writing and art... although there are a lot of better sites out there that REALLY mean business, mine is just a "dump for my thoughts" about MY unique creativity. OR something else.
So, let's just move on, and I'll probably write again some other time (or probably 5 minutes later...who knows?), see you then!
Well, let's just say that my creative juices are kinda boiling over (or maybe it's because it's rotting--and the bubbles say a lot, who knows?). Let's see...
H.T.M.Y.T.U. - that's the name of my organization.
Kidding. That's just the name of the blog.
It does mean SOMETHING though. Hmn, can you guess what?
Duh, It means... Hey There, my Yoda, Thank U... nope.
Haha Tell My Yaya To Undress... nasty!
Hack Till Miss Yesterday Tells Us... no, no, no... doesn't even make sense.
It's, of course, "How To Make Your Time Useful"... hahahahaha!! now that's funny, good job! Now, what does HTMYTU really mean seriously?
Uhmn... I just said it...
You're kidding?
No.
Oh. Okay. Then... uhmn... nice... name. Hehe. Go on.
Well, anyway... This entry is mostly about the introduction to this blog of mine...
It's about free writing and art... although there are a lot of better sites out there that REALLY mean business, mine is just a "dump for my thoughts" about MY unique creativity. OR something else.
So, let's just move on, and I'll probably write again some other time (or probably 5 minutes later...who knows?), see you then!
Thursday, November 20, 2008
This Crappiness isn't Worth the Clean
I dreamed a dream that life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what is seems
Now life has killed that dream I dream
-Les Miserables, "I Dreamed a Dream" last stanza.
So, maybe this is true...
So maybe this "hell" that I'm living now isn't what I dreamt of. I dreamt of friends, family, and a fun life.
...
Wait... (hahahahahaha!) That isn't a dream... That is my past...
I HAD friends who were always within reach...
I HAVE and HAD a family-- blood-related and not.
I HAD a fun life, which, of course, I had access to any time of any given day...
I WAS a person of color. Now, I'm just a person.
Now, I have a cause! But, now, I feel like crap. Why? Because every time I try NOT to feel like crap, SOMEONE just makes me feel-- different, ostracized, irrelevant, weird, odd, not-worth-talking-to, ... crappy.
[Insert Name] should just stop... Why? Because, he's wasting all my heartaches... He's not even worth the sadness. I don't even know him that much... He's just a friggin' [Insert Occupation] who I see every time I go to the [Insert Name of Place]. I can't help it, I work there, and he's my superior...
All I did was just talk to him and tried to be happy... and tried to make his seriousness go away.
I guess it wasn't worth it.
I'm not Pollyanna after all. :(
-mi cherie
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what is seems
Now life has killed that dream I dream
-Les Miserables, "I Dreamed a Dream" last stanza.
So, maybe this is true...
So maybe this "hell" that I'm living now isn't what I dreamt of. I dreamt of friends, family, and a fun life.
...
Wait... (hahahahahaha!) That isn't a dream... That is my past...
I HAD friends who were always within reach...
I HAVE and HAD a family-- blood-related and not.
I HAD a fun life, which, of course, I had access to any time of any given day...
I WAS a person of color. Now, I'm just a person.
Now, I have a cause! But, now, I feel like crap. Why? Because every time I try NOT to feel like crap, SOMEONE just makes me feel-- different, ostracized, irrelevant, weird, odd, not-worth-talking-to, ... crappy.
[Insert Name] should just stop... Why? Because, he's wasting all my heartaches... He's not even worth the sadness. I don't even know him that much... He's just a friggin' [Insert Occupation] who I see every time I go to the [Insert Name of Place]. I can't help it, I work there, and he's my superior...
All I did was just talk to him and tried to be happy... and tried to make his seriousness go away.
I guess it wasn't worth it.
I'm not Pollyanna after all. :(
-mi cherie
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Count On Me...
After months and months and months of ignoring this blog...I'm back...
"Count on me through thick and thin / A friendship that will never end / When you are weak I will be strong / Helping you to carry on / Call on me I will be there / Don't be afraid / Please believe in me when I say... Count on... " - Count On Me chorus by Whitney and Cece.
So, I dedicate this song to one of my guy friends... I was supposed to dedicate this song to two of them, but when I told the other one that I dedicated this song also to someone else, he didn't like it, he wanted a different one for him and him only... (Okay, I get it...)
As I read my prior entries, aside from the small glitches and grammar errors, I think I'd been too depressed about things in the past... Well, I'm not right now... I'm well and over the fact that things were a little different then... I'm embracing all the good stuff right now. I just miss my friends a little, but singing does the thing-- especially when I reach my high notes without choking.
Before I end (this won't be a long entry), I just want to say I got the song from one of my closest girl friends in college... she sings really good! I love her voice. She sang the song for me because we were in a little part in school where the reverberation was great, so we didn't need a mic or anything to get our voices out. I think she did well. Anyway...
I think it's time to end this...
All I wanted to say to my best guy friend... my wackiest and most outgoing guy friend ever, who was willing to risk manhood and maturity for petty and silly things that we did before. My stress relief and cause of stress at the same time, and my happy spot-- is all said in the words of the song... Count On Me.
I'm happy for him and I wish him well...
-mi cherie
"Count on me through thick and thin / A friendship that will never end / When you are weak I will be strong / Helping you to carry on / Call on me I will be there / Don't be afraid / Please believe in me when I say... Count on... " - Count On Me chorus by Whitney and Cece.
So, I dedicate this song to one of my guy friends... I was supposed to dedicate this song to two of them, but when I told the other one that I dedicated this song also to someone else, he didn't like it, he wanted a different one for him and him only... (Okay, I get it...)
As I read my prior entries, aside from the small glitches and grammar errors, I think I'd been too depressed about things in the past... Well, I'm not right now... I'm well and over the fact that things were a little different then... I'm embracing all the good stuff right now. I just miss my friends a little, but singing does the thing-- especially when I reach my high notes without choking.
Before I end (this won't be a long entry), I just want to say I got the song from one of my closest girl friends in college... she sings really good! I love her voice. She sang the song for me because we were in a little part in school where the reverberation was great, so we didn't need a mic or anything to get our voices out. I think she did well. Anyway...
I think it's time to end this...
All I wanted to say to my best guy friend... my wackiest and most outgoing guy friend ever, who was willing to risk manhood and maturity for petty and silly things that we did before. My stress relief and cause of stress at the same time, and my happy spot-- is all said in the words of the song... Count On Me.
I'm happy for him and I wish him well...
-mi cherie
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