Two Faced Propaganda
Thursday, May. 27, 2004 - 11:22 p.m.
I bet these photos don't make the front page... not "newsworthy" enough.
Considering keyboard commands
Thursday, May. 27, 2004 - 10:57 p.m.
OH yeah.. my mouse squeaks when I move it. It's very annoying.
t.
Gone to Draft an Email
Thursday, May. 27, 2004 - 10:46 p.m.
Got a phone call from Mum tonight, at around 10.30pm. It was a missed call on my mobile because my landline is occupied by my dialup and I was folding clothes in the laundry and didn't hear my phone ring.
So anyway, I called her back and asked her if everything was okay and she said yes, she just called for a chat. This is really unusual because my parents are normally asleep by 10pm.
The conversation resumed:
Mum: "What are you doing?"
Me: "I'm on the internet"
Mum: "But I called your mobile"
Me: "Yes... so?"
Mum: "There's no need to be rude, if you're doing something you're ashamed of then you should just tell me!"
Me: "I'm paying mobile charges. Call me tomorrow". (Hung up).
So explain to me where that conversation turned awry? So now I'm in trouble with my Mother and have two alternatives. I can either email her explaining that I was folding clothes, didn't hear the call, then didn't want to pay the mobile charges to argue but that I'm really sorry and I would love to talk it out with her at her convenience.
Alternatively, I could make no contact, wait until she realises the error of her ways, and die a sad and lonely death after not talking to my Mother for over 40 years.
Decisions. Decisions.
t.
Dance With My Father
Tuesday, May. 25, 2004 - 2:25 p.m.
Artist: Luther Vandross
Song: Dance With My Father
Song: Dance With My Father
Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance
with my mother and me and then
Spin me around 'til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
How I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance,
one final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
And I'd hear how my mother cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I'm praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don't do it usually
But dear Lord she's dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream
t.