Saturday, May 17, 2008
Glen Hansard - Falling Slowly (ONCE OST)
I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along
Labels: Little Pleasures in Life
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Pink cards and flowers on your window. you dreaded the day to come, yet you anticipate the adrenaline rushing from your littlest tingle of your nerve to your skin. do you expect to hush it as some normal clashes? or do you execute it as something beyond abnormal. you tell me.
vietnam is a serene land. i fake you not. in fact it's as noisy as the cats meowing to each other during mating season. rushes of motorcycles. dusts made from tricycles. buses. cars. taxis. people. all making a scene from the past. walking on the road itself is just pure ecstasy. grabbing the arms of another to avoid being overridden by man made motors is just another whole new adventure to begun with. i love how the arts are being placed. i love how the bears are being sewn together in place with a little tiny traditional hat to match with (i regretted a lot for not getting it). adorable. yes. it is said that the people of vietnam values the tranquility of life. it stays true to it's words. little stools and tables decorated the streets. noodles and pork meats (dog meats) serves as delicacy for the taste buds. drinking beers to see how the world goes by. a thread i saw most of them had to pass their everyday dots. i marveled at how complicated the electric wires wired together. such wonder.
the thing i missed most about it? the people. the tranquility. the innocence. the values.
Labels: Little Pleasures in Life, Vacation
