Still it's difficult...

Here is another one.  : )

I'm Gonna Find Another You    By John Mayer

It's really over, you made your stand
You got me crying, as well as you planned
But when my loneliness is through, i'm gonna find another you

You take your sweaters
You take your time
You might have your reasons but you will never have my rhymes
I'm gonna sing my way away from blue
I'm gonna find another you

When i was your lover
No one else would do
If i'm false to find another i hope she looks like you
Yeah and she's nicer too

So go on baby
Make your little get away
My pride will keep me company
And you just gave yours all away
Now i'm gonna dress myself for two
Once for me and once for someone new
I'm gonna do somethings you wouldn't let me do
Oh i'm gonna find another you

Dangerously Cheesy? whatever, I am feeling like a bag of cheetos, right now.

So many love(?) songs that I did not understand.  WAS I young?  (not anymore?)

Oh, well, I was fortunate unable to understand them really.

I wish I could never understand them!!  Especially, sad songs!

Walk Away by Ben Harper

Oh no- here comes that sun again.
And (that) means another day without you my friend.
And it hurts me to look into the mirror at myself.
And it hurts even more to have to be with somebody else.

And it's so hard to do and so easy to say.
But sometimes - sometimes,
you just have to walk away - walk away.

With so many people to love in my life, why do I worry about one?
But you put the happy in my ness, you put the good times into my fun.

And it's so hard to do and so easy to say.
But sometimes - sometimes,
you just have to walk away - walk away and head for the door.

I've tried the goodbye so many days.

They say if you love somebody than you have got to set them free,
but I would rather be locked to you than live in this pain and misery.
They say time will make all this go away,
but it's time that has taken my tomorrows and turned them into yesterdays.
And once again that rising sun is droppin' on down
And once again, you my friend, are nowhere to be found.

And it's so hard to do and so easy to say.
But sometimes, sometimes you just have to walk away, walk away and head for the door.
You just walk away - walk away - walk away.
You just walk away, walk on, turn and head for the door.

It may be nice to use this site for my maudlin song collection...NOT!     

How to take a picture of...unexpected results.

There are lots of things I have no idea how it works, how it is done, etc.  Of course from the beginning of universe up to high-tech-machines, the world is full of mystery.  I do not know, even how we can talk through a phone, how a car move with petrol, how water come long way to my tap.  If I start to think about what I do not know, ...it would be better not to.  Anyway, today, one idea came upon me, and I was stuck.  I was thinking, imaging, ...and finally tried.  The idea was...how to take a picture of a person who is in the mirror, without showing the camera which is taking the picture.  I remember someone talked about it before, starting, "it's easy, look..."  and I do not remember what he said.  

So I took test pictures, next to next to next...they were all slightly different, but were all not successful.  Finally, I gave up, and looked at the pictures I've taken.  Gradually, I started to feel odd.  The longer I studied my face, the stranger the person (Me!) looked.  The pictures are all I am in the mirror.  And all looked weird.  Who is this?  I almost felt.  One possible reason I felt this way might be the person in the pictures is totally pathetic.  : )  The reality was too hard to accept.  Still, I wondered, may be I knew my face as only in my image.  Everytime I look into mirror, I am watching the face I expected (or think too little of what) to see.  (Besides unexpected dark circles around my eyes or sudden acne, etc.)  Own face is the strangest face among the faces assumed I know.

Today's Quotation:

"In this time of introspection
On the eve of my election
I say to my reflection
God please spare me more rejection..."  Ben Folds Five, Army

Oh, you do?  I do it too!  : )

Currently Listening Seven Days in Sunny June Pt.2 By Jamiroquai see related

Winnie the Pooh for the Soul

I guess I liked Winnie the Pooh Tales better, before.  Until...I knew there have been lots of  profound insights and interpretations behind the story or conversations, (almost direct) philosophy or didactic essences implicated or infused.  There are many books that try to instruct adults' happy life through Pooh tales.  How to "bee" simple and happy like Pooh the bear, philosophy of the pooh, little instructions, etc.  The same thing ("simple tales lead you true happiness," etc) is happening on "The Little Prince" and some other my childhood tales, and the same reaction is happening on me.  

??? Why( I do not like them) ???  What's wrong with that (for me)???   

Probably I am too sarcastic to accept "happiness" instructions.  Or I want to pause being an eccentric.  This may be more true that I am lazy, always trying to keep things for minimum brain use.  But when I sniffed some explanations on those children tales, cheesy but low-fat and Cholesterol Free! smelled.  Probably I like the tales already enough.  I might not need nutrition facts on their package.

After all, I am just the person who prefer real chicken soup to " Chicken Soup for the Soul."

Still, some quotations from Winnie the Pooh.    

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"Good morning, Eeyore," said Pooh. 
"Good morning, Pooh Bear," said Eeyore gloomily. "If it is a good morning, which I doubt," said he. 

"Why, what's the matter?" "Nothing Pooh Bear, nothing. We can't all, and some of us don't. That's all there is to it" "Can't all what?" said Pooh, rubbing his nose. "Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush." "Oh!" said Pooh. He thought for a long time, and then asked, "What mulberry bush is that?" "Bon-hommy," went on Eeyore gloomily. "French word for meaning bonhommy," he explained. "I'm not complaining, but There It Is."

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Epilogue (?) 

 "You can't help respecting anybody who can spell TUESDAY, even if he doesn't spell it right; but spelling isn't everything. There are days when spelling Tuesday simply doesn't count."  : Rabbit

... Now I am too much conscious& expecting that this line must have profound meanings behind!   

Currently Listening Freaked Out & Small By The Presidents of the United States of America see related

Second time try! (hoping there won't be third)

What will I do with this page?  Whenever I remembered that I had created my own page (not so often,) I was thinking (not so long.)  I already have my diary & peek friends' diary web.  So what is good for starting another page?  Honestly...honestly...I want to have the cheesiest page with as much as cliche' and trifles!  Probably, this will be a collection of schmaltzy, humdrum nuggets of me myself.  I wish to be, never conscious of  being "amazed," or whatever, never feeling ill at ease among what I really like, or what really passed by me.

Opening Joke    I do not really dislike Woody Allen.  He shows how he is smart and ordinary people will not be able to understand even half of what he understands, and I agree I do not understand less than half of what he means.

There's an old joke... two elderly women are at a Catskill mountain resort, and one of 'em says,

"Boy, the food at this place is really terrible."

The other one says,

"Yeah, I know; and such small portions."

Well, that's essentially how I feel about life ¡ª full of loneliness, and misery, and suffering, and unhappiness ¡ª and it's all over much too quickly.

Sometimes, half of what one means might be enough for others.  Or Even better for them.  Hope it's the same to you.  : )

Currently Listening Seven Steps to Heaven By Gordon Beck Quartet see related