mossadance

i'm not going to tell you things like...i am bored after the eoys. its quite..obvious, now that i just blogged another time. or..have I just told you?

my sis just replied to my earlier comment by saying that she's not here to please, or something close to that. It was something of a slogan I thought I wanted to carried too, last time.

But, it is just, not possible. It's one thing to want to have your way, and another to be able to. That is why I feel its only ‘survivalist’ that you master the art of conversion. You know the kind of conversion for different units of measurements and formulas etc? Alright, maybe not a very apt analogy, but, still...!

When you have to work round things by ‘pleasing’ someone, try to do that something out of a broader level. [if possible, please yourself on the way, ha-ha] that is why, I always feel better when I can base my decisions on pleasing God, ultimately or in the long run.

True, many things are not black and white; they're even in shades of gray. But really, you dont just sit back because u cant diagnose it a certain color. I would choose to put on different shades, switch on different lightings, to see exactly, the whole range of colors it can present. You know how in math, sometimes you never get the final solution, but you can take comfort in just scrawling some workings onto the blank? Purposeful workings, of course, or marks would be allocated to ‘art’ is not it?

The Billy Joel DVD was playing just now, and wow, his lyrics are like poetry. It's amazing how he sings factual and historical snippets. however bloody the reminders are, I find it so much more purposeful than those pity-party, sigh-a-sigh, I-got-dumped songs. But, of course, you wouldn’t want to hear Billy Joel all your life, balance I'll say. As of this moment, Billy Joel’s on the other side of the balance.

Viktor was born in the spring of 44
And never saw his father anymore
A child of sacrifice, a child of war
Another son who never had a father after leningrad

Went off to school and learned to serve the state
Followed the rules and drank his vodka straight
The only way to live was drown the hate
A russian life was very sad
And such was life in leningrad

I was born in 49
A cold war kid in mccarthy time
Stop 'em at the 38th parallel
Blast those yellow reds to hell
And cold war kids were hard to kill
Under their desk in an air raid drill
Haven’t they heard we won the war
What do they keep on fighting for?

Viktor was sent to some red army town
Served out his time, became a circus clown
The greatest happiness he'd ever found
Was making russian children glad
And children lived in leningrad

But children lived in levittown
And hid in the shelters underground
Until the soviets turned their ships around
And tore the cuban missiles down
And in that bright october sun
We knew our childhood days were done
And I watched my friends go off to war
What do they keep on fighting for?

And so my child and I came to this place
To meet him eye to eye and face to face
He made my daughter laugh, then we embraced
We never knew what friends we had
Until we came to Leningrad

It is a tale, of pain. Sang out.

kmli blogged at 9/04/2005 08:56:00 AM

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