hero |ˈhɪərəʊ|
noun ( pl. -roes)
a person, typically a man, who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities : a war hero.
• the chief male character in a book, play, or movie, who is typically identified with good qualities, and with whom the reader is expected to sympathize.
• (in mythology and folklore) a person of superhuman qualities and often semidivine origin, in particular one of those whose exploits and dealings with the gods were the subject of ancient Greek myths and legends.
"We are all ordinary people. But even an ordinary secretary,or a house wife, or a teenager can within their own small ways turn on a small light in a dark room."
Monday, August 11, 2008
Stupor |ˈstjuːpə|
stupor |ˈstjuːpə|
noun [in sing. ]
a state of near-unconsciousness or insensibility : a drunken stupor.
I've got a midnight bottle gonna drink it down
A one way ticket takes me to the times we had before
When everything felt so right
If only for tonight
A midnight bottle gonna ease my pain
From all these feelings driving me insane
I think of you and everything's all right
If only for tonight
Got a midnight bottle
Drifting off into the candlelight
Where I can find you any old time
Midnight bottle I forgot how good it felt to be in a dream
just like you had me
'Cause lately I've been stumbling feels like I'm recovering
But I think it's only for tonight
noun [in sing. ]
a state of near-unconsciousness or insensibility : a drunken stupor.
I've got a midnight bottle gonna drink it down
A one way ticket takes me to the times we had before
When everything felt so right
If only for tonight
A midnight bottle gonna ease my pain
From all these feelings driving me insane
I think of you and everything's all right
If only for tonight
Got a midnight bottle
Drifting off into the candlelight
Where I can find you any old time
Midnight bottle I forgot how good it felt to be in a dream
just like you had me
'Cause lately I've been stumbling feels like I'm recovering
But I think it's only for tonight
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Know your name And go your own way
Calm down
Deep breaths
And get yourself dressed instead
Of running around
And pulling all your threads and
Breaking yourself up
If it's a broken part, replace it
But, if it's a broken arm then brace it
If it's a broken heart then face it
And hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way
Hold your own
Know your own name
And go your own way
Thanks for being there for me when I needed you buddy.
Deep breaths
And get yourself dressed instead
Of running around
And pulling all your threads and
Breaking yourself up
If it's a broken part, replace it
But, if it's a broken arm then brace it
If it's a broken heart then face it
And hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way
Hold your own
Know your own name
And go your own way
Thanks for being there for me when I needed you buddy.
Friday, August 08, 2008
Realise
Take time to realize,
That your warmth is
Crashing down on in.
Take time to realize,
That I am on your side
Didn't I, Didn't I tell you.
But I can't spell it out for you,
No it's never gonna be that simple
No I cant spell it out for you
If you just realize what I just realized,
Then we'd be perfect for each other
and will never find another
Just realized what I just realized
we'd never have to wonder if
we missed out on each other now.
That your warmth is
Crashing down on in.
Take time to realize,
That I am on your side
Didn't I, Didn't I tell you.
But I can't spell it out for you,
No it's never gonna be that simple
No I cant spell it out for you
If you just realize what I just realized,
Then we'd be perfect for each other
and will never find another
Just realized what I just realized
we'd never have to wonder if
we missed out on each other now.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
taradiddle |ˈtarəˈdɪd(ə)l| (also tarradiddle)
He walks despondently, head held low, arm held lower.
He raises his good arm, in it he clutches a bundle of tissue paper.
"Two dollar only, can help to buy?" he said in his raspy accented voice.
Amidst the background noise, a cell phone rings. He reaches instinctively for his belt.
He withdraws his hand to reveal a handphone.
"Harlow?"
I walked way disappointedly.
taradiddle |ˈtarəˈdɪd(ə)l| (also tarradiddle)
noun informal chiefly Brit.
a petty lie.
• pretentious nonsense.
He raises his good arm, in it he clutches a bundle of tissue paper.
"Two dollar only, can help to buy?" he said in his raspy accented voice.
Amidst the background noise, a cell phone rings. He reaches instinctively for his belt.
He withdraws his hand to reveal a handphone.
"Harlow?"
I walked way disappointedly.
taradiddle |ˈtarəˈdɪd(ə)l| (also tarradiddle)
noun informal chiefly Brit.
a petty lie.
• pretentious nonsense.
Friday, July 25, 2008
regret |rɪˈgrɛt|
regret |rɪˈgrɛt|
verb ( -gretted , -gretting ) [ trans. ]
feel sad, repentant, or disappointed over (something that has happened or been done, esp. a loss or missed opportunity)
Long days, meetings, markings, more meetings.
Its no wonder that the question of the day seems to revolve around my decision to quit my previous job was suddenly thrust into the limelight. The question was surprisingly asked a couple of times. I must confess that I find my secret stash of time slowly ebbing away as I struggle to collect what remaining grains of time I can find. The amount of sleep is dwindling but I gather its really just the lethargy is taking hold of my body. We have a creed we live by: "The body is weak, but the mind is strong." My mind drives me at the moment. Keep up the good work buddy.
Regret is merely a state of mind. And if we are not careful, its easy to get caught up in that vortex. And once you are in it, it will take a supernatural feat to get you out of it. I choose to stay clear of that vortex. Its simple, "if" is never a solution to any problem. Its a question that will always beg another question. Regret? Never, because I prefer to look forward.
verb ( -gretted , -gretting ) [ trans. ]
feel sad, repentant, or disappointed over (something that has happened or been done, esp. a loss or missed opportunity)
Long days, meetings, markings, more meetings.
Its no wonder that the question of the day seems to revolve around my decision to quit my previous job was suddenly thrust into the limelight. The question was surprisingly asked a couple of times. I must confess that I find my secret stash of time slowly ebbing away as I struggle to collect what remaining grains of time I can find. The amount of sleep is dwindling but I gather its really just the lethargy is taking hold of my body. We have a creed we live by: "The body is weak, but the mind is strong." My mind drives me at the moment. Keep up the good work buddy.
Regret is merely a state of mind. And if we are not careful, its easy to get caught up in that vortex. And once you are in it, it will take a supernatural feat to get you out of it. I choose to stay clear of that vortex. Its simple, "if" is never a solution to any problem. Its a question that will always beg another question. Regret? Never, because I prefer to look forward.
appreciation |əpriːʃɪˈeɪʃ(ə)n|
appreciation |əpriːʃɪˈeɪʃ(ə)n| |-sɪ-|
noun
1) the recognition and enjoyment of the good qualities of someone or something : I smiled in appreciation | she shows a fine appreciation of obscure thinkers.
Nothing feels like being appreciated. That nice tingling feeling, the sudden connection. It indescribable.
It happened to me this morning. Someone walked up to me and spoke those magical connective words.
Made my day. Thanks.
noun
1) the recognition and enjoyment of the good qualities of someone or something : I smiled in appreciation | she shows a fine appreciation of obscure thinkers.
Nothing feels like being appreciated. That nice tingling feeling, the sudden connection. It indescribable.
It happened to me this morning. Someone walked up to me and spoke those magical connective words.
Made my day. Thanks.
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