Ever listen to a song that just absolutely touched your soul, and you just can't help but listen to it over and over again?
Down to each and every chord the guitarist strikes
Every drum beat that the drummer plays
Every soulful inflection in the singer's voice
The feeling that it gives you congregates in the pit of your stomach and travels through each and every part of your body
Touching your heart, your soul, your mind
As song in which you are able to visualize each and every last lyric because they so remind you of yourself, people you know, people you love, people that love you, people that caused you pain and sadness, those that you cause pain and sadness
Causing you to remember what love feels like
What life felt like
What happiness tasted like
What pain smelled like
What anger looked like
It feels as if that singer is singing that song for you
As if he or she sat down to write, and as they put pen to paper, they could see your face, remember your past, feel your present, and glance at your future all at the same time
They know your loneliness and the sadness connected to it
When the only friend that it seems like you have or had in the world is you, or is no longer here, even though you are surrounded by so many that love you
Ever have that loneliness before?
The only way that it seems that it can be washed away of comforted for me is through music
Deep and meaningful music

(I highly recommend that you listen to Sting's "It's Probably Me" so that you can see what I mean).

Sting - At The Movies - It's Probably Me lyrics:
If the night turned cold
And the stars looked down
And you hug yourself
On the cold, cold ground
You wake the morning
In a stranger's coat
No one would you see

You ask yourself, 'Who'd watch for me?'
My only friend, who could it be?
It's hard to say it
I hate to say it
But it's probably me

When your belly's empty
And the hunger's so real
And you're too proud to beg
And too dumb to steal
You search the city
For your only friend
No one would you see
You ask yourself, 'Who'd watch for me?'
A solitary voice to speak out and set me free
I hate to say it
I hate to say it
But it's probably me

You're not the easiest person I ever got to know
And it's hard for us both to let our feelings show
Some would say
I should let you go your way
You'll only make me cry
But if there's one guy, just one guy
Who'd lay down his life for you and die
It's hard to say it
I hate to say it
But it's probably me

When the world's gone crazy, and it makes no sense
And there's only one voice that comes to your defense
And the jury's out
And your eyes search the room
One friendly face is all you need to see
And if there's one guy, just one guy
Who'd lay down his life for you and die

I hate to say it
I hate to say it
But it's probably me

I hate to say it
I hate to say
But it's probably me
I hate to say it
I hate to say
But it's probably me
I hate to say it
I hate to say
But it's probably me

Ever listen to a song that just absolutely touched your soul, and you just can't help but listen to it over and over again?
Down to each and every chord the guitarist strikes
Every drum beat that the drummer plays
Every soulful inflection in the singer's voice
The feeling that it gives you congregates in the pit of your stomach and travels through each and every part of your body
Touching your heart, your soul, your mind
As song in which you are able to visualize each and every last lyric because they so remind you of yourself, people you know, people you love, people that love you, people that caused you pain and sadness, those that you cause pain and sadness
Causing you to remember what love feels like
What life felt like
What happiness tasted like
What pain smelled like
What anger looked like
It feels as if that singer is singing that song for you
As if he or she sat down to write, and as they put pen to paper, they could see your face, remember your past, feel your present, and glance at your future all at the same time
They know your loneliness and the sadness connected to it
When the only friend that it seems like you have or had in the world is you, or is no longer here, even though you are surrounded by so many that love you
Ever have that loneliness before?
The only way that it seems that it can be washed away of comforted for me is through music
Deep and meaningful music

(I highly recommend that you listen to Sting's "It's Probably Me" so that you can see what I mean).

Sting - At The Movies - It's Probably Me lyrics:
If the night turned cold
And the stars looked down
And you hug yourself
On the cold, cold ground
You wake the morning
In a stranger's coat
No one would you see

You ask yourself, 'Who'd watch for me?'
My only friend, who could it be?
It's hard to say it
I hate to say it
But it's probably me

When your belly's empty
And the hunger's so real
And you're too proud to beg
And too dumb to steal
You search the city
For your only friend
No one would you see
You ask yourself, 'Who'd watch for me?'
A solitary voice to speak out and set me free
I hate to say it
I hate to say it
But it's probably me

You're not the easiest person I ever got to know
And it's hard for us both to let our feelings show
Some would say
I should let you go your way
You'll only make me cry
But if there's one guy, just one guy
Who'd lay down his life for you and die
It's hard to say it
I hate to say it
But it's probably me

When the world's gone crazy, and it makes no sense
And there's only one voice that comes to your defense
And the jury's out
And your eyes search the room
One friendly face is all you need to see
And if there's one guy, just one guy
Who'd lay down his life for you and die

I hate to say it
I hate to say it
But it's probably me

I hate to say it
I hate to say
But it's probably me
I hate to say it
I hate to say
But it's probably me
I hate to say it
I hate to say
But it's probably me

Grrrr.... dreading the pain! Both physically and financially. Eli said that he would hook me up at the gym cuz he's a personal trainer there. I tried doing some crunches and push-ups last night and had major cramps. Dayum, it's been almost a month since I last worked out. Scary!!! Please Eli, don't hurt me!

Oh so tired, but I guess I'll muster up the energy to blog my brains out... heehee!
This weekend, what can I say: THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! FAMILY AND FRIENDS!!!
YOU GUYS ARE DA BOMB!!!
Eli is off da hook!!! Homeboy had me dying laughing all day long! I bet he'll never say ZZ again... heehee! Thanks Momma, Tash, Jesse, D, Tuyen, Sarah, Melanie, Irene, Lan, Eli, Nabila, and Theron for coming! Much love to all!
I've been telling people how wonderful it was to have all my friends get together and socialize as if they've known each other for years. It was funny to hear people say: "Oh you're Irene/Lan/Eli/Melanie/Sarah/Nabila/etc. I've heard so much about you!" Goodness, I didn't realize how much I must mention my friends to each other. My mom told me that the ability for my friends to kick it like that is a true testament to my personality *blushing*. Ojig said the same. I must say that I am truly happy with the friends that I have now, as I can totally be myself and not worry about being judged by "so-called" friends. A bit bitter you say? I think so. I can't tell you enough about the countless "friendships" that I had in the past that just totally sucked! I look back now and say, "Dayum, what was I thinking? Why did I even hang out with them? Was I that starved for companionship?" Well the last part was a bit much, but let's face it, we've all dipped below the Mendoza line (total baseball term. i'll explain at the end) with a few "friends" every now and then. I can say now that I have some really, really, close, near, dear, special friends. I always felt that it was too difficult to pick a best friend, as each one has their own unique qualities that cannot be compared equally. Just your typical apples and oranges situation. The past week was pretty decent for a change too, as I got to hang out with some really great peoples. Laughter is the best medicine, no? Oh, and T.K. has been killin' me as usual with e-mails! Off da hook!

Mendoza line: Mario Mendoza was a baseball player in the 1970s, and for his entire career, he never hit over .245 (that's pretty low). The actual "Mendoza line" is like .200 (hella low!). So whenever some one bats below average, they're said to be near the Mendoza line... I know, I know! I'm such a nerd. So much useless baseball knowledge, it just had to go somewhere... ;)