mmm...

Soft jazz music in the background
An oversized, extra comfy armchair
A cup of delicious hot chocolate in my hand
I'm in a heaven called Starbucks

In a world of uncertainty and unforeseen changes,
This is where I seek my solitary comfort
I know what my drink will taste like;
I know where I want to sit
I know what I’ll be doing
And the friendly service I'll be getting

No matter the day of the week,
It feels really good to know
That Starbucks is always welcoming
And everything is exactly the way I want it to be.

Blue October Rocks My Socks!

Revisited: Values and the World of Ebay

I love eBay; I'm a big fan. I love the endless possibilities it has brought into my life. I can now make money off my old VCDs instead of seeing them buried under a thick layer of dust. I love the many doors it has opened up. Judging from the success of the company, I'm definitely not alone in reveling in the wonders of eBay.

One recent comment made me revisit my values which had unwittingly changed with the evolution of online auction. I have always been in the habit of developing hasty passions. 10 years ago, I thought it would be really cool if I can be a guitarist. With that in mind, I trotted into a guitar shop and bought a relatively expensive yet cool-looking acoustic guitar. 10 weeks later, I decided I neither have the talent nor patience for it. Like my many other impulse purchases, it got shoved to a corner of my room. A year later, my best friend picked up the same interest. I remembered my ‘abandoned’ guitar and insisted she take it (pocket money was limited and hence this was a nice gesture). In fact, I literally shoved the guitar into her hands. Fast forward to today, I may still want her to take my guitar, but I may also be open to the idea of selling it to her at a discount (on eBay).

How Can You Do This To Me?

I have to make a conscious effort
To block out all thoughts of you
I need to get them out of my head
Mental pictures of you laughing in my face

I have always been in perfect control
Knowing exactly what my next step is
Now my limit sell orders wouldn't trigger
I'm at a complete loss

Oh you infuriating sub-prime woes!
Spreading your long arms far and wide
Drying up liquidity and driving away investors
Why do you mock me so?

My hands are tied as I silently watch you
Unleash your fury upon those who dared cross your path
Just turn around, do it soon!
And bring us back the good old post-summer bull...

a little home called Heart

You live by yourself most of the time, independent and carefree
You have the autonomy to design your little home
Any way you want it, with little pots of flowers and sunshine pouring in

Occasionally when you feel the time is right
You let someone in
And like a little child, excitement bubbled inside you

You watch him keenly as he navigates his way around
In eager anticipation,
You wonder if he'll fit right in

Yet there’s that little voice that cautions
That innate fear and that fervent hope
Praying that he doesn't break anything
In your little home called Heart

Dead or Alive

I guess I can consider myself lucky
I had experienced pure, wholehearted love in my life
When that died, I vowed never to love again
I built walls around my heart, careful not to give away too much
Anything, to ensure I will not be vulnerable again
This worked out well;
I was carefree, worry-free and most of all happy.

Till someone pointed out to me
True happiness is to feel alive
And to feel alive is to love
To take the good with the bad,
To savor the sweetness and feel the pain
So I took the plunge
Into the deep, dark throes of the unknown
You have showed me all,
Exposed me to everything

Yes, I am alive
But I'd rather be the living dead
If the stabbing pain is this hard to bear
I don't want to hurt inside, don't want to cry no more
I don't ask for much
Just a simple life, and perhaps a simple love

Reminiscing Pitts

Remembering a time when love was pure and life was simple
We'd scrape the ice from your Jetta,
Trudge through snow hand in hand
It was happiness back then

I'd stand by the window when I hear your car
Just to see you walk towards the door
You'd smile and wave
It was heart warming back then

We'd camp at West Virginia
Rock at Dave Matthews Band concert
I'd watch you play softball and cheer you on at soccer
It was carefree back then

We'd have homefries at Pamela's
Sip French onion soup at Panera's
I'd make you sing our song and watch videos from Star Base One
It was sweet back then

We'd have Rita's gelato in the summer
Slurp on Dave and Andy's with its little M&M at the bottom
We'd catch the movies at Loews and have dinner at Tram's after
Remembering a time when life was pure and love was simple...