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Thursday, October 06, 2016

Sundae Cometh EARLY! Rumination: One day passes with happiness, then you gain one day. UPDATEd

16:56 hours Sundae 9 October 2016:

Continu'ed from bottom  of this Page when I couldn't finish the post with reference to where I honed my writHing skills taking part in some of the CoNtests dare/there. "Dare" is just another example of wordplay I term DDC, an endearment gifted me

 by an Ipohlang who also helps post up my theme song above "Whispering Pines" Thank you aweOFhelen.B.C...) because Desi is knot dat techsavvy. In fact I say I am an igNORamus, so that's an xxcuse to ask a damsel to save a koboi in distress.e


 From cometh:----




[Music video spoken introduction:]
I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer.
At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them.
Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times.
I was a singer - not a very popular one,
I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken.
But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I'd been living, they asked me why - but there's no use in talking to people who have home.
They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people - for home to be wherever you lay your head.
I was always an unusual girl.
My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean...
And if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way I'd be lying...
Because I was born to be the other woman.
Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.
Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.

I've been out on that open road
You can be my full time daddy,
White and gold
Singing blues has been getting old
You can be my full time baby,
Hot or cold

Don't break me down
I've been travelin' too long
I've been trying too hard
With one pretty song

I hear the birds on the summer breeze,
I drive fast, I am alone in midnight
Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble,
But I, I've got a war in my mind
So, I just ride, just ride,
I just ride, just ride

Dying young and I'm playing hard
That's the way my father made his life an art
Drink all day and we talk 'til dark
That's the way the road dogs do it – ride 'til dark.

Don't leave me now
Don't say good bye
Don't turn around
Leave me high and dry

I hear the birds on the summer breeze,
I drive fast, I am alone in midnight
Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble,
But I, I've got a war in my mind
I just ride, just ride,
I just ride, just ride

I'm tired of feeling like I'm fucking crazy
I'm tired of driving 'til I see stars in my eyes
It's all I've got to keep myself sane, baby
So I just ride, I just ride

I hear the birds on the summer breeze,
I drive fast, I am alone in midnight
Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble,
But I, I've got a war in my mind
I just ride, just ride,
I just ride, I just ride

[Music video spoken ending:]
Every night I used to pray that I'd find my people, and finally I did on the open road.
We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art.
Live fast. Die young. Be wild. And have fun.
I believe in the country America used to be.
I believe in the person I want to become.
I believe in the freedom of the open road.
And my motto is the same as ever:
"I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I'm at war with myself I ride, I just ride."
Who are you?
Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?
I have. I am fucking crazy.
But I am free.

I normally do Rumination on the weekend, or using DDC, wickedend for that's when I can transform into capitalist tendencies from my weakday socialist practices, eating at seven-sen nasi lemak Babu stall.l, Desi when writing in blogosphere,enjoy being "knotty" abusing the FREEDOM of cyber-space, where I even take on a different persona from reallife. 

Today I or Desi was in sombre and deep thinking mode, and going through olde posts in a random fashion -- like buying lottery tics -- I chanced upon these two posts which help me pass the morning, PONDERING....

Two conclusions:-----

1. Home is always WHERE THE  heART Is. 

2. In a person's life on reaching at advanced age -- which each individual should deside for himself what that turning point is, for me, Desi is aweways YoungatHEart! -- Health Is Always Better than Wealth.

(originally by Michael Buble)

Another summer day has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I want to go home
May be surrounded by a million people I,
Still feel all alone
I want to go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
And I've been keeping all the letters that I
wrote to you
Each one a line or two
I'm fine baby, how are you
I would send 'em but I know that it's just not enough
My words were cold and flat and you deserve more than that
Another airplane, another sunny place
I'm lucky I know, but I wanna go home
I've got to home
Let me go home
I'm just too far from where you are, I want to come home
And I feel just like I'm living someone else's life
It's like I just stepped outside when everything was going right
And I know just why you could not come along with me
This was not your dream
But you always believed in me
Another winter day has come and gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home,
Let me go home
And I'm surrounded by a million people I,
Still feel alone and I want to go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
Let me go home
I've had my run,
Baby I'm done
I'm coming back home
Let me go home
It'll all be alright,
I'll be home tonight
I'm coming back home

OR if thou prefereth hubby-wife rendition, hear's the link: I envy the bloke for beaut spouse who sings like real koboigal -- GO, go Miranda Lambert!:)~~~

should be generously shared, and spread far and wide. Do I include deep? Ah, if only Jac Bisset would come out of the H2Os wet-wet-wet!:););)

 How's your take on this? Surely we need to help the young!
But the young must develop themselves and gain their own destiny.
All the time to go to daddy and mummy makes the child "mindless".
With initiative (and not waste time chasing girls (and the girls boys!)
will help the youth to nurture themselves and get them fresh avenues.

(Translated fro
m Chinese)
Because none of us have many years to live, and we can't take along anything when we go, so we don't have to be too thrifty...

Spend the money that should be spent, enjoy what should be enjoyed, donate what you are able to donate, but don't leave all to your children or grandchildren, for you don't want them to become parasites who are waiting for the day you will die!!

Don't worry about what will happen after we are gone, because when we return to dust, we will feel nothing about praises or criticisms. The time to enjoy the worldly life and your hard earned wealth will be over!

Don't worry too much about your children, for children will have their own destiny and should find their own way. Don't be your children's slave. Care for them, love them, give them gifts but also enjoy your money while you can. Life should have more to it than working from the cradle to the grave!!

Don't expect too much from your children. Caring children, though caring, would be too busy with their jobs and commitments to render much help.

Uncaring children may fight over your assets even when you are still alive, and wish for your early demise so they can inherit your properties and wealth.

Your children take for granted that they are rightful heirs to your wealth; but that you have no claims to their money.

50-year old like you, don't trade in your health for wealth by working yourself to an early grave anymore... Because your money may not be able to buy your health...

When to stop making money, and how much is enough (hundred thousands, million, ten million)?

Out of thousand hectares of good farm land, you can consume only three quarts (of rice) daily; out of a thousand mansions, you only need eight square meters of space to rest at night.

So, as long as you have enough food and enough money to spend, that is good enough. You should live happily. Every family has its own problems. Just do not compare with others for fame and social status and see whose children are doing better, etc., but challenge others for happiness, health, enjoyment, quality of life and longevity...

Don't worry about things that you can't change because it doesn't help and it may spoil your health.

You have to create your own well-being and find your own place of happiness. As long as you are in good mood and good health, think about happy things, do happy things daily and have fun in doing, then you will pass your time happily every day.

One day passes without happiness, you will lose one day.
One day passes with happiness, and then you gain one day.

In good spirit, sickness will cure; in a happy spirit, sickness will cure faster; in high and happy spirits; sickness will never come.

With good mood, suitable amount of exercise, always in the sun, variety of foods, reasonable amount of vitamin and mineral intake, hopefully you will live another 20 or 30 years of healthy life of pleasure.

Above all, learn to cherish the goodness around... and FRIENDS... They all make you feel young and "wanted"... without them you are surely to feel lost!!

Wishing you all the best.


wHEN i VISITED YAHOO.COM to check my emails, I was "saddened" by mGf recollecting a depressive phase of her life; at such crossroads moments, I'd like to visit Blogs of Inspiration to help clear my mind to say something nice and cheerful to myGOoDfriend.

I remember where I had interacted quite a lot with' fow participants of Short Storelly Contests run by host Jason Evans. who generously spent lots of precious time in "sharing" his expertise&fellowship to make us redaers feel like "family".

Unfortunately, lawyer David must have limits to his "time" and the LAST POST that he posted was about four years ago. I suggest you visit this friendly cyber home @clarityofnight.b.c.....I reprise the "lust" post, viz:

photography of Jason Evans.

Friday, October 26, 2012


I hear the birds on the summer breeze
I drive fast
I am alone in the night
been trying hard not to get into trouble
but I've got a war in my mind
so I just ride, just ride

     --Lana Del Rey, Ride

the hours of delicious darkness
are at an end
dawn fractures the night
an inevitable tide
of hard light tells me it's time
to saddle up
and ride

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