Christine Glass- My Loev Will Get You Home
http://www.myspace.com/christineglass
If you wander off too far, my love will get you home.
If you follow the wrong star, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone, get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home. Boy, my love will get you home.
If the bright lights blinds your eyes, my love will get you home.
If your troubles break your stride, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone, get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home. Boy, my love will get you home.
If you ever feel ashame, my love will get you home.
If its only you to blame, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone, get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home. Boy, my love will get you home.
I found this randomly from a blog, it's a very nice article, have fun reading it...
TO NICE GIRLS....
Copyright 2004-2005 by Jessica Leigh Griffith
This is a tribute to the nice girls.The nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their apperances and their personalities and their actions because it must be that they are doing something wrong.
This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times.
This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood.
This is a dedication to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention.
This is for those girls who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.
This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and that they'd rather not have experienced.
This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after another.
This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.
This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with.
This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone.
This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup.
This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.
This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep.
This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted.
This is for the girls who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.
This is what I don't understand.
Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made.
Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mindgames, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere.
But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.
So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hungover best friend breakfast.
See through the disguise. See me.
You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don't want the nice girl.. so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express.
Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congradulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.
So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we're waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what's a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?)
Whoohooooo!!!
I am so in love with my London Sole ballet flats. Designed by the same designer of French Sole, Jane Winkworth. Woopieee!!! It's a pair of very comfy flats. The cutest thing about these shoes are, they don't come in right or left, they just sits in comfy and forms with the shape of your foot. Amazing huh?
Konvict Konvict
Oh
Ohoohwooe
Oooh
Ooohhwooe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Cause we gon' fight
Oh yes we gon' fight(We gon' fight)
Believe we gon' fight(We gon' fight)
Fight for our right to love yeah
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you
Nobody wanna see us together
Nobody thought we'd last forever
I feel I'm hopin' and prayin'
Things between us gon' get better
Men steady comin' after you
Women steady comin' after me
Seem like everybody wanna go for self
And don't wanna respect boundaries
Tellin' you all those lies
Just to get on your side
But I must admit there was a couple secrets
I held inside
But just know that I tried
To always apologize
And I'ma have you first always in my heart
To keep you satisfied
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Cause we gon' fight
Oh yes we gon' fight(We gon' fight)
Believe we gon' fight(We gon' fight)
Fight for our right to love yeah
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you
Got every right to wanna leave
Got every right to wanna go
Got every right to hit the road
And never talk to me no more
You don't even have to call
Even check for me at all
[ these lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]
Because the way I been actin' lately
Has been off the wall
Especially towards you
Puttin' girls before you
And they watchin' everything I been doin'
Just to hurt you
Most of it just ain't true(Ain't true)
And they won't show you
How much of a queen you are to me
And why I love you baby
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Cause we gon' fight
Oh yes we gon' fight(We gon' fight)
Believe we gon' fight(We gon' fight)
Fight for our right to love yeah
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you
Oh oh oh oh oh
Cause I got you
Cause I got you
Ooooh
Cause I got you babe
Cause I got you
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Cause we gon' fight
Oh yes we gon' fight(We gon' fight)
Believe we gon' fight(We gon' fight)
Fight for our right to love yeah
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Cause we gon' fight
Oh yes we gon' fight(We gon' fight)
Believe we gon' fight(We gon' fight)
Fight for our right to love yeah
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
After A While
by Veronica A. Shoffstall
After a while you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn
that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn
that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child
And you learn
to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is
too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down
in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns
if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone
to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure
you really are strong
you really do have worth
and you learn
and you learn
with every goodbye, you learn...
must watch must watch
The japanese version of PC vs MAC
Oh, an iPod. What are you listening to? | Eurobeat.
Eurobeat... | iPods are so great, aren't they? iTunes is easy to use, and I can enjoy tons of podcasts.
Macs have the same kinds of fun software for pictures and videos -- it's called iLife. | Hm. iLife... I also have all sorts really cool software.
Such as? | Calculator!
... and then? | Clock!
If you ain..t got no money take yo.. broke ass home
You say:
If you ain..t got no money take yo.. broke ass home
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
B-SECTION
We flying first class
Up in the sky
Poppin.. champagne
Livin.. my life
In the fast lane
And I won..t change
For the glamorous
Ooh the flossy, flossy
CHORUS
The glamorous
The glamorous glamorous ( The glamorous life)
For the glamorous
Ooh flossy, flossy (the flossy flossy)
The glamorous
The glamorous, glamorous ( The glamorous life)
For the glamorous
Ooh the flossy, flossy
VERSE 1
Wear them gold and diamond rings
All them things don..t mean a thing
Chaperones and limousines
Shopping for expensive things
I be on the movie screens
Magazines and bougie scenes
I..m not clean, I..m not pristine
I..m no queen, I..m no machine
I still go to Taco Bell
Drive-through, raw as Hell
I don..t care, I..m still real
No matter how many records I sell
After the show or after the Grammys
I like to go cool out with the family
Sippin.., reminiscing on days when I had a Mustang
And now I..m..
B-SECTION
First class
Up in the sky
Poppin.. champagne
Livin.. the life
In the fast lane
And I won..t change
For the glamorous
Ooh, the flossy, flossy
CHORUS
The glamorous
The glamorous, glamorous ( The glamorous life)
For the glamorous
Ooh flossy, flossy (the flossy flossy)
The glamorous
The glamorous, glamorous ( The glamorous life)
For the glamorous
[ these lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]
Ooh, the flossy, flossy
(Ludacris)
IM talking Champagne wishes, caviar dreams
You deserve nothing but all the finer things
Now this whole world has no clue what to do with us
I..ve got enough money in the bank for the two of us
Brother gotta keep enough lettuce
To support your shoe fetish
Lifestyles so rich and famous
Robin Leach will get jealous
Half a million for the stones
Takin trips from here to Rome
So if you ain..t got no money, take yo.. broke ass home
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
B-SECTION
We flying first class
Up in the sky
Poppin.. champagne
Livin.. the life
In the fast lane
And I won..t change
For the glamorous
Ooh, the flossy, flossy
CHORUS
The glamorous
The glamorous, glamorous ( The glamorous life)
For the glamorous
Ooh flossy, flossy (the flossy flossy)
The glamorous
The glamorous, glamorous ( The glamorous life)
For the glamorous
Ooh, the flossy, flossy (the flossy flossy)
VERSE 3
I got problems up to here
I..ve got people in my ear
Telling me these crazy things
That I don..t want to know
(Fuck y..all)
I..ve got money in the bank
And I..d really like to thank
All them fans, I..d like to thank
Thank you, really though
Cuz I remember yesterday
When I dreamt about the days
When I..d rock on MTV, that..d be really dope
Damn it..s been a long road
And the industry is cold
I..m glad my daddy told me so
He let his daughter know
(If you ain..t got no money, take your broke ass home)
My daddy told me so
(I said, If you ain..t got no money, take your broke ass home)
He let his daughter know
(If you ain..t got no money, take your broke ass home)
My daddy told me so
(If you ain..t got no money, take your broke ass home)
He let his daughter know
Awesome band!! check out their site : http://www.nouvellesvagues.com/
Dance with me
Let's dance little stranger
Show me secret sins
Love can be like bondage
Seduce me once again
Burning like an angel
Who has heaven in reprieve
Burning like the voodoo man
With devils on his sleeve
Won't you dance with me
In my world of fantasy?
Won't you dance with me?
Ritual fertility.
Like an aparition
You don't seem real at all
Like a premonition
Of curses on my soul
The way I want to love you
Well it could be against the law
I've seen you in a thousand minds
You've made the angels fall
Won't you dance with me
In my world of fantasy?
Won't you dance with me?
Ritual fertility.
Oh come on little stranger
There's only one last dance
Soon the music's over
Let's give it one more chance.
Won't you dance with me
In my world of fantasy?
Won't you dance with me?
Ritual fertility.
Take a chance with me
In my world of fantasy.
Won't you dance with me?
Ritual fertility.
I think everyone should have some time out and watch this inspiring movie drama. Perhaps many of you know who is Christopher Gardner, the self-made multi millionaire. If you don't, read more from here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christopher_Gardner
I've actually watched this movie at home, not much of actions, i would say pretty dull but it made me realise 2 things: determination and perseverence.
watch it and u'll understand. And, i think Will Smith and Jaden Smith played the role really really well.. :)
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