Thursday, November 11, 2010
to shanna
my dear, there must be a glitch in my blogger account as i always end up posting on your wall instead of mine..so sorry! thank you.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
sentimental mode...
It has never been a question of who has forgotten and who forgets... but sometimes, you know what's sad? Twas when you never had the chance to understand things clearly 'cause twasn't explained to you... There's a definite pain on being the only one who remembers...
Friday, May 14, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Friday, March 05, 2010
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
Try you tonge on this AMERICAN ACCENT! =)
What's a Doohickey? Sometimes, Americans have little mental pauses, where something’s right on the tip of our tongue, but we can’t think of the exact word—or when we want to euphemise unseemly speech. Fortunately, there’s a way around this that doesn’t involve brain surgery or duct tape. We use substitution words that can mean anything and everything.
Here’s an ode to mental vacuity.
Substitution Words I was rooting willy-nilly through a buncha stuff, looking every whichway for the dinky little whatchamacallit to fix the goldong thingamajig, but good ol’ whatsizname had put it in the hooziwhatsit, as usual! Boy oh boy, what a load of hooey. Always the same old rigamarole with that cockamamie bozo. He’s such a pipsqueak! If I found it, ka-ching, I’d be rich, which would be just jim dandy! I'd be totally discombobulated. You-know-who had done you-know-what with the goofy little gadget again, so whaddyaknow ... there was something-or-other wrong with it. What a snafu! I had a heck of a time getting ahold of whatsername to come over and take care of it with her special little doohickey that she keeps there in the thingamabob. For the gazillionth time, the flightly little flibbertigibbit said alrighty, she wouldn't shilly shally, she’d schlep over with her widget fixer and whatnot to do a bodaciously whizbang job on the whole shebang. That's right, the whole kit 'n caboodle, no ifs, ands, or buts about it ... no malarkey. Okee dokey, but she was a skosh busy right then, yada, yada, yada. Yessirreebob, we usually have gadgets galore, but what with the this-and-that, and all the hooplah, it’s all topsy turvy today, ’cuz that humungous nincompoop is still in the whatsit acting like everything's just hunky dory. That's just a bunch gobbledeegook. Pure gibberish. He's such an old rapscallion. Jeeminy Christmas, the shenanigans of that old fogey. Yackety schmackety, blah, blah, blah! Shucks, I wanted to find it on my own, and not be penalized for it—I’m just so darned tired of gimme’s and gotcha’s by a lotta has-been nosybones out hobnobbing with hoity toity wannabes. The real nitty gritty is that, young and old, they’re just a buncha happy-go-lucky whippersnappers and cantankerous old fuddyduddies who don’t know diddly. I poked among the gewgaws, tchotchkes, gimcracks, and knickknacks, there in the doodad, but I found zilch, zero, zippo, nil, nada and null. So-and-so told me such-and-such about the deeleebob, but I just don’t know where that little gizmo is. Sheesh! It’s a big whoopdedoo when you can’t even remember where the gosh diddly darned whaddyacallit is!
Here’s an ode to mental vacuity.
Substitution Words I was rooting willy-nilly through a buncha stuff, looking every whichway for the dinky little whatchamacallit to fix the goldong thingamajig, but good ol’ whatsizname had put it in the hooziwhatsit, as usual! Boy oh boy, what a load of hooey. Always the same old rigamarole with that cockamamie bozo. He’s such a pipsqueak! If I found it, ka-ching, I’d be rich, which would be just jim dandy! I'd be totally discombobulated. You-know-who had done you-know-what with the goofy little gadget again, so whaddyaknow ... there was something-or-other wrong with it. What a snafu! I had a heck of a time getting ahold of whatsername to come over and take care of it with her special little doohickey that she keeps there in the thingamabob. For the gazillionth time, the flightly little flibbertigibbit said alrighty, she wouldn't shilly shally, she’d schlep over with her widget fixer and whatnot to do a bodaciously whizbang job on the whole shebang. That's right, the whole kit 'n caboodle, no ifs, ands, or buts about it ... no malarkey. Okee dokey, but she was a skosh busy right then, yada, yada, yada. Yessirreebob, we usually have gadgets galore, but what with the this-and-that, and all the hooplah, it’s all topsy turvy today, ’cuz that humungous nincompoop is still in the whatsit acting like everything's just hunky dory. That's just a bunch gobbledeegook. Pure gibberish. He's such an old rapscallion. Jeeminy Christmas, the shenanigans of that old fogey. Yackety schmackety, blah, blah, blah! Shucks, I wanted to find it on my own, and not be penalized for it—I’m just so darned tired of gimme’s and gotcha’s by a lotta has-been nosybones out hobnobbing with hoity toity wannabes. The real nitty gritty is that, young and old, they’re just a buncha happy-go-lucky whippersnappers and cantankerous old fuddyduddies who don’t know diddly. I poked among the gewgaws, tchotchkes, gimcracks, and knickknacks, there in the doodad, but I found zilch, zero, zippo, nil, nada and null. So-and-so told me such-and-such about the deeleebob, but I just don’t know where that little gizmo is. Sheesh! It’s a big whoopdedoo when you can’t even remember where the gosh diddly darned whaddyacallit is!
Saturday, January 30, 2010
such a song,some pensee that hit me...
I Can’t Make You Love Me
Nina
Turn down the lights, turn down the bed
Turn down these voices inside my head
Lay down with me, tell me no lies
Just hold me close, don’t patronize – don’t patronize me
Cause I can’t make you love me if you don’t
You can’t make your heart feel something it won’t
Here in the dark, in these final hours
I will lay down my heart and I’ll feel the power
But you won’t, no you won’t
‘Cause I can’t make you love me, if you don’t
I’ll close my eyes, then I won’t see
The love you don’t feel when you’re holding me
Morning will come and I’ll do what’s right
Just give me till then to give up this fight
And I will give up this fight
Cause I can’t make you love me if you don’t
You can’t make your heart feel something it won’t
Here in the dark, in these lonely hours
I will lay down my heart and I’ll feel the power
But you won’t, no you won’t
‘Cause I can’t make you love me, if you don’t
Ain’t no use in crying, baby.
Friday, January 15, 2010
NOT YET FULLY MOVED ON: (...just from a song i heard )
...You sang me Spanish lullaby (Bleedin' Love by Alejandro[BoyceAvenue]),
...the sweetest sadness in your eyes.Clever trick!
"I never wanna see you unhappy." I thought you want the same for me...
Goodbye my almost lover, goodbye my hopeless dream...
I'm trying not to think about you, can't you just let me be?
So long my luckless romance, my back is turned on you...
I should have known you'd bring me heartaches...
Almost lovers always do...
Images...
And when you left...
You told me you'd never ever forgot these images, no.
...I cannot wake up in the morning without you on my mind.
So you're gone and I'm haunted.
And I bet you are just fine...
Did I make it that easy for you to walk right in and out of my life?
...the sweetest sadness in your eyes.Clever trick!
"I never wanna see you unhappy." I thought you want the same for me...
Goodbye my almost lover, goodbye my hopeless dream...
I'm trying not to think about you, can't you just let me be?
So long my luckless romance, my back is turned on you...
I should have known you'd bring me heartaches...
Almost lovers always do...
Images...
And when you left...
You told me you'd never ever forgot these images, no.
...I cannot wake up in the morning without you on my mind.
So you're gone and I'm haunted.
And I bet you are just fine...
Did I make it that easy for you to walk right in and out of my life?
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