26.7.05

Frustration

Right now, I should be trying to finish typing my mom's thesis for which she has given me a thursday deadline. But the thing is, if I was the sort of person who always did the things that she's supposed to, then my life wouldn't be as "interesting"[meaning: I wouldn't be wasting my time at a call center where I am being trained by an incompetent dimwit who cannot even use the word "chronologically" properly, thinks that the plural of postman is postmans, pronounces the word croquet as "cricket", and so on... and oh.. don't even get me started on the other almost-but-not-quite-trainer(because of his attendance record daw)... Aaaargh...] as it is right now.

What I'm actually doing is listening to the cds that my friend lent me. I had one of these cds before but I let this guy that I used to work with borrow it and the bitch, somehow, neglected to return it (eto lang ha... when you borrow something... sana lang you'd make an effort to return it. Kahet hindi ka kulitin nung taong nagpariham sayo na isauli kase kaya nga pina-HIRAM eh... hindi BIGAY!!!!).

Anyway, since I don't have the cd covers and since my brother is still on the phone so I can't use the internet, I have to listen to the songs and transcribe the lyrics manually.

Darn, why do songwriters have the power to express the things that are goin' on in your head in a much more powerful way? Why did God not make me into a writer?

"I'm just a mirror of a mirror of myself
all the things that I do
the next time I fall
I'm gonna have to recall
It isn't loveIt's only
something new"

"you can stand there and agonize
till your agony's your heaviest load
you'll never fly as the crow flies
get used to a country mile
when you're learning to face the path at your pace
every choice is worth your while"

"Well the world seems spent
And the presidentHas no good idea
Of who the masses are
Well I’m one of themAnd I’m among friends
We’re trying to see beyond
The fences in our own backyards
I’ve seen the kingdoms blow
Like ashes in the winds of change
But the power of truthIs the fuel for the flame
So the darker the ages get
There’s a stronger beacon yet"

"And I wish her insight
to battle love's blindness
strength from the milk of human kindness
a safe place for all the pieces that scattered
learn to pretend
there's more than love
that matters"

-- from the albums "Rites of Passage" and "Retrospective"

"Sana marunong ako mag-sulat
habang gumagamit ng mga malalalim na salita
'Di sana may outlet ako at hindi ako parang tanga...
Paulit-ulit na pinapatugtog ang isang kanta...
winawaldas ang oras sa pagdra-drama..."

Pwede na ba? hehe.

posted by jeanne @ 12:03

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