Things That Make This Bear Go Hmm

I feel like standing on the edge tonight.. Looking below me, an endless pit…

Aah, what am I thinking? I made sound like the end of the world.. .. for the fact is, it’s only a little part of life’s game and am playing it to the end…

Do what I have to do.. ..and live..

That’s right… I’ve been doing it wrong..

I just have to let go.. Open my eyes and laugh it out Then wait for the next train to arrive..

It’s going to be a wonderful day tomorrow.. ..for everyone..

I don’t know why, but lately I’ve been listening to this particular song…
Really, I wonder why…
Oh, the irony…

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Nothing Better - Postal Service

(Boy) Will someone please call a surgon?
Who can crack my ribs and
Repair this broken heart,
That you’re deserting.
For better company.
I can’t accept that its over.
And now I’ll block the door,
Like a goalie tending the net.
In the 3rd quarter.
In a tie game rivalry.
So, just say how to make it right.
And I’ll swear I’ll do
My best to comply.

Tell me am I right.
To think that there could
Be nothing better
Than making you my bride,
And slowly growing old together.

(Girl) I feel I must interject here.
You’re getting carried away
Feeling sorry for yourself.
With this revisions,
And gaps in history.
So let me help you remember.
I’ve made charts and graphs
That should finally make it clear.
I’ve prepared a lecture,
On why I have to leave.

(Girl)So please back away, and let me go.

(Boy)I can’t my darling, I love you so.

(Both)Oh oh..

(Boy) Tell me am I right.
To think that there could
Be nothing better
Than making you my bride,
And slowly growing old together.

(Girl) Don’t you feed me lies
About some idealistic future.
You’re heart won’t heal right
If you keep tearing out the sutures.

(Boy) I know that I’ve made mistakes.
And, I swear I’ll never wrong you again.

(Girl) You’ve got a lure I can’t deny
But you’ve had your chance,
So say goodbye.
Say goodbye.

re·sign (rĭ-zīn’)

v., -signed, -sign·ing, -signs.

v.tr.
To submit (oneself) passively; accept as inevitable: I resigned myself to a long wait in line.
To give up (a position, for example), especially by formal notification.
To relinquish (a privilege, right, or claim).

v.intr.

To give up one’s job or office; quit, especially by formal notification: resign from a board of directors.

[Middle English resignen, from Old French resigner, from Latin resignāre, to unseal : re-, re- + signāre, to seal (from signum, mark, seal).]

re·sign’er n.

I don’t know why,
but all this month I kept having butterflies in my stomach
As if in anticipation of things to come…
..but what things?

I can tell that it bothers me so..

Maybe, just maybe that it have something to do with that phone call or SMS that never come..
It’s getting nearer to the day and still no word..
I’m tired of waiting..
Maybe I should just get up from this lousy chair and actually do something about it..
..but then again, maybe I can just sit and finish The Battle of Middle Earth. Kill those Rohirrim!!

-bb
A song by NIN, forgot the title

A birth of another blog, of which I don’t know how long will it last.. but now that I’m here, lets type a few nonsense and sleep on it..
Now, where do I start?
Well, Ever since I woke up today (an hour ago), I’ve been wondering alot about that technology called Short Message System… the technology that allow people such as I, to save certain emotional unrest by talking on the phone.. of course there are emails, but then again, not everyone have the luxury of notebooks and PDAs (by PDAs, I mean the ones with those expensive on board WiFis which is not included on mine)
Now what do I mean by emotional unrest? Well, when you’re talking on the phone with someone, you’re connected with that someone verbally thus allowing some degrees of emotions to flow with the voice.. It’s okey if you’re talking about something fun, but it’s different when you’re trying to say things like: “I cannot go to the office today”, or “I may be a little late, my cat just died”, or maybe trying to say “Happy Birthday..” to your ex. All those things that when done by talking will leave you somewhat feeling scared, annoyed, sad, angry, etc.
With SMS, all you have to do is only to compose the message (it may help to be a little bit crafty), punch in the number and send it away. Hup Presto! It is done, and you can go back to sleep, or whatever it was you’re doing.
BUT…but…there’s also some problem. With SMS. you cannot expect an immediate response to what you’re saying.. Yes, it may have been delivered to the other party’s cell, but to respond is his/her own decision. They might, for instance, refuse to reply.. and left you wondering till God knows how long. Okay, maybe they doesn’t have enough credit on their cell, but then again they just don’t want to reply, want to know, or want to have anything to do with you at all… well that just suck!
For my part, I think it’s impolite to have people wait for your respond, especially when you are of used to be close o you… It shows some lack of respect, you know?
So I guess I’d still prefer talking on the phone (’cept on those not so rare occasion when I don’t have enough credits left)

-bb
Sleeping In - The Postal Service