what doesn't kill you, only makes you....

if i wasn't doing anything like, uhm, being jobless, i'd write like i mean it! hah!

but, this is reality. i'm just gonna swing by from time to time and post whatever i fancy... like, to be precise.

Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door

I know that I'm a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thoughts
Stilted conversations
I'm afraid that's all we've got

You say you just don't see it
He says it's perfect sense
You just can't get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talkin' in defense

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It's the bitterness that lasts

So Don't yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different date
And if you don't give up, and don't give in
You may just be O.K.

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

I wasn't there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say

I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

Say it loud, say it clear
Say it loud
Don't give up
Don't give in
And don't know what you can do next

for lack of better things to say.....

in contrast...

blogging takes a back seat for God knows when.

this room which is supposed to be my "War Room" is infested! hah! yeah, with my two kids, that's what.

i kinda like writing when it's serine and no noises and no clingy little girl always wanting to get cuddled... not that it's a bad thing.. in fact, i like it a lot! my boy, Neil is all grown up and he's not that sweet little boy he use to be.. but i'm too happy for him growing up cos i can rely on him on some things that needs getting done.

i can't wait for him to be seventeen so he could start driving. well, at sixteen he can get a student permit and me being a holder of a "pro" license can actually sit on the passenger's seat with him taking charge of the wheels. that's perfectly legal to do.

my little angel is showing signs of smartness. she likes to talk a lot even non-sensical things. that's really good cos even though she's not taught by any responsible adult in the house, she's gutsy enough to really try.

sister is coming in next month, tentatively.

gotta keep my fingers crossed cos sometimes things don't happen the way it's supposed to.

anyway, this is what i'm taking about.. my place being taken over by "aliens".

chiao!

lazy's home right now.. hasn't gotten on the train yet!

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