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Post by lottis on May 6, 2008 21:35:37 GMT 8
I was on my bicycle trying to take a picture of a bird(coz I love Photography)I think he didn't see me and...BANG...I fell down. I was on a way to a forest near my house,where people go walking often and walk their dogs. You are lucky that you didn´t hurt yourself worse. I don´t think I´ve been on my bicykle for over 10 years. I always walk or go by bus. |
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Post by lottis on May 8, 2008 17:59:11 GMT 8
I´ve been listening to this song by Kleerup feat. Titiyo "longing for lullabies" all morning. And I just can´t get it out of my head. It´s a beautiful and at the same time sad song but I love it. Here´s the lyrics: Someday, as I look at the sun I think of you And traces we leave behind Like a fallen piece we’ll make a better start But still end up alone Looking down upon a place inside our heart Dividing us in two Somewhere, all that we leave behind Lingers on, longing for lullabies You live, you learn You love, you burn You win, you lose Becoming you Someday, when I cry in the rain I think of you Looking through eyes of pain Passing on a feeling that we can’t deny Over on to you Fading memory is soon becoming blind Dividing us in two Somewhere All that we leave behind Lingers on Longing for lullabies You live, you learn You love, you burn You win, you lose Becoming you And here is a link to the video www.youtube.com/watch?v=luIBrGyFNq0Lotta xx |
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Post by paradise on May 10, 2008 3:19:36 GMT 8
Hi Lotta.I just watch the video.That was good.
I love the end part:You live,you learn....that's true
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Post by lottis on May 13, 2008 16:47:25 GMT 8
Hi Lotta.I just watch the video.That was good. I love the end part:You live,you learn....that's true Hi Paradise! It´s funny how some songs can affect a person. Everytime I hear this song I´m like a emotionell wreck. But I can´t stop listening to it. Lotta xx |
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Post by paradise on May 15, 2008 18:52:07 GMT 8
It's strange too how songs and musics can affect human.it's going everywhere in your body,in your mind......actually they can control human feelings and turn them to something else...
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Post by Gg on May 16, 2008 4:26:45 GMT 8
I can remember when I was a little kid, my father would study ravenously to the Ravel String Quartets, and as much as I love most of Ravel's music, those string quartet's kind of make me depressed by association.
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Post by lottis on May 19, 2008 19:26:29 GMT 8
Feels like I haven´t been on here for ages.
Been busy at work and at home.
Gg I know the feeling.
I have a swedish song that I get depressed listening to.
But at the time it was popular my grandad past away so I always
associate it with him.
And there is songs that make you just happy cos they bring back
good memories.
Lotta xx
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Post by Gg on May 23, 2008 22:25:25 GMT 8
This was the, well actually it's performance poetry, but it affected me like a song would, a day or two ago.
Mockingbird
Mockingbirds are bad-ass.
Mockingbirds are the MC's of the animal kingdom--
they listen, and mimic, and remix what they like,
they rock the mic.
Outside my window every morning
I can hear them sing
the sounds of the car alarms
like they were songs of spring.
I mean: if you can talk it,
a mockingbird can squawk it.
So check it:
I'm gonna catch mockingbirds.
I'm gonna trap mockingbirds, all across the nation
and put them gently into mason jars
like mockingbird Molotov c.o.c.k.tails.
And as I drive through a neighborhood, say,
where people gotta lotta
I'll take a mockingbird I caught in a neighborhood
where folks ain't got nadaand just let it go, y'know--
Up goes the bird, out come the words:
"Juanito! Juanito! Vente a comer, mi hijo!!"
I'm gonna be the Johnny Appleseed of sounds.
Cruising random interstates and city streets,
rockin' a drop-top Cadillac with a big back seat,
packing like thirteen brown paper Wal-Mart bags
full of loaded mockingbirds.
And I'll get everybody.
I'll get the nitwit on the network news, saying:
"We'll be back in a moment with more on the crisis."
I'll get some a$$hole at a watering hole
asking what brand the ice is.
I'll get that lady at the laundromat
who always seems to know what being nice is.
I'll get your postman making dinner plans.
I'll get the last time you lied.
I'll get: "Honey, just give me the frikkin' T.V. Guide"
I'll get a lonely little sentence some real bad judgment in it:
"Yeah, I guess you could come inside--
but only for a minute."
I’ll get an ESL class in Chinatown, learning:
"It's raining, it's pouring..."
I'll put a mockingbird on a late-night train
just to get an old man snoring.
I'll get your ex-lover wishing someone else good morning.
Cuz I'll get everyone's good mornings,
I don't care how you make 'em:
Aloha. Konnichiwa. Shalom. A salaam malaikum.
I'll get uptown gurus, downtown teachers,
broke-ass artists, and dealers, and Filipino preachers.
Leaf blowers, bartenders, boob job doctors,
hooligans, garbagemen, your local Congressman
and the spotlight guys in the overhead helicopters.
Everybody gets heard, everybody gets this
one honest mockingbird
as a witness.
And I'm on this. I'm on this 'til the whole thing spreads
with chat rooms and copycats and moms, maybe,
tucking kids into bed, singing: "Hush little baby, don't say a word--
wait for the man with the mockingbirds."
And then come the news crews, and the man-on-the-street interviews
and the letters to the editor--everybody asking:
"Just who is responsible for this citywide,
nationwide, mockingbird cacophony?"
And somebody's finally gonna tip the city council
of Washington D.C. off to me
and they'll offer me a key to the city,
a gold-plated, over-sized key to the city,
and that's all I need, cuz if I get that--I can unlock the air.
I'll listen for what's missing--
and I'll put it there.
RIVES
poet laureate
(actually I think the birds outside my window are magpies, and they torment the neighbors cat)
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Post by starkiller on May 25, 2008 9:58:20 GMT 8
So I've had some sad news and it's taken me 36 hours to stew over it and make decisions and the like.
A woman I've known for 21 lost her fight against cancer on Wednesday. It was her third bout of the disease. Her funeral is on Tuesday morning. I hadn't seen her for years, time being what it is and people drifting out of touch, etc, so I was unsure whether or not to go to the funeral, but I've decided to go to the service and pay my last respects and give my condolences to her husband. She had 3 different cancers over the last 12 years, the 2nd one's treatment causing her to lose the ability to have children. The last one that killed her was pressing against nerves and making her unable to walk and she'd developed kidney failure as a side effect and was on dialysis and all sorts. She'd had chemo on and off over those 12 years as well.
While it's not a shock to me, as I knew she'd been ill with cancer for so long and the one that killed her is the same one that killed her mother, it is still sad for me to hear of this. So I just wanted to ramble a bit about that and say that while she and I might not always have seen eye to eye, she was a strong spirited woman with a lust for life that so many people nowadays just don't have. She was only 41. So young. But it's a testament to her strength that she survived as long as she did and managed to battle 3 different cancers, one after the other.
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Post by Virgil Reality on May 25, 2008 10:05:11 GMT 8
That's really sad. I have a feeling that's a funeral that's going to be tough to get hrough.
The poor woman - and her family. What they have been through. If nothing else, it helps to put life's little issues into perspective. So, all the computers at work ar either &%(&% or put in funny positions so I can't use them. Big deal. Hans' role in The Tudors turned out to be a bit "blink and you miss it". Movin on.
But gahhh, dying should be for old people. It's sad then, but when younger people pass on, it's more of a reality check than we might like.
We are mortal.
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Post by starkiller on May 25, 2008 11:24:28 GMT 8
That's really sad. I have a feeling that's a funeral that's going to be tough to get hrough. The poor woman - and her family. What they have been through. If nothing else, it helps to put life's little issues into perspective. So, all the computers at work ar either &%(&% or put in funny positions so I can't use them. Big deal. Hans' role in The Tudors turned out to be a bit "blink and you miss it". Movin on. But gahhh, dying should be for old people. It's sad then, but when younger people pass on, it's more of a reality check than we might like. We are mortal. Yeah I think it will be, too. Sigh. Unfortunately, afaik, her only surviving blood relative is a younger sister - her mother died about 20 years ago now and her father died about 5 years ago iirc. I've enjoyed the Tudors a lot, though I've only seen the first 4 eps so far. It makes for nice escapism.  |
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Post by Gg on May 26, 2008 0:20:37 GMT 8
I'm so sorry to hear when someone dies young, particulary after long suffering. What an amazing spirit she must have had, to have survived so much.
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Post by starkiller on May 26, 2008 7:08:16 GMT 8
I'm so sorry to hear when someone dies young, particulary after long suffering. What an amazing spirit she must have had, to have survived so much. Yeah. She was a tough cookie. Sometimes it feels like my 30s have been one long funeral.  |
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Post by starkiller on Jun 18, 2008 17:31:15 GMT 8
So, my mum has been diagnosed with bone cancer. It's on the bone of her lower leg, just beneath the knee. She's having a CT Scan and MRI and then pre op and then goes in for surgery to have it all cut out next week. They'll put prosthesis in and give her a new knee to add support and such. At this point, that's pretty much all I know. I'll probably know more on Friday. I'm pretty much numb at this point. 2008 is turning into one of those years.  |
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Post by Jonathan on Jun 19, 2008 0:19:03 GMT 8
Hey, starkiller. Have a big and strong hug from me |
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I've never been an extrovert, but i'm still breathing.