A sentimental note

David Cook - Always Be My Baby

We were as one babe
For a moment in time
And it seemed everlasting
That you would always be mine

Now you want to be free
So I'm letting you fly
Cause I know in my heart babe
Our love will never die
No!

You'll always be a part of me
I'm a part of you indefinitely
Girl don't you know you can't escape me
Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby
And we'll linger on
Time can't erase a feeling this strong
No way you're never gonna shake me
Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby

I ain't gonna cry no
And I won't beg you to stay
If you're determined to leave girl
I will not stand in your way
But inevitably you'll be back again
Cause ya know in your heart babe
Our love will never end no

You'll always be a part of me
I'm part of you indefinitely
Girl don't you know you can't escape me
Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby
And we'll linger on
Time can't erase a feeling this strong
No way you're never gonna shake me
Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby

I know that you'll be back girl
When your days and your nights get a little bit colder oooohhh
I know that, you'll be right back, babe
Ooooh! baby believe me it's only a matter of time

You'll always be apart of me
I'm part of you indefinitely
Girl don't you know you can't escape me
Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby
And we'll linger on
Time can't erase a feeling this strong
No way you're never gonna shake me
Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby....

You'll always be apart of me (you will always be)
I'm part of you indefinitely
Girl don't you know you can't escape me
Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby
And we'll linger on (we will linger on....)
Time can't erase a feeling this strong
No way you're never gonna shake me
Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby

Always be my baby



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I am in love with this song. Always had a thing for emo soft rock. =P

Norwegian Wood

A very interesting, but somewhat disturbing book for me.

I'm going to put down some verses that I really like.

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There were sides to Nagasawa's personality that conflicted in the extreme. Even I would be moved by his kindness at times, but he could just as well be malicious and cruel. He was both a spirit of amazing loftiness and an irredeemable man of the gutter. He could charge forward, the optimistic leader, even as his heart writhed in a swamp of loneliness. I saw these paradoxical qualities of his from the start, and I could never understand why they weren't just as obvious to everyone else. He lived in his own special hell.

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I wasn't sure, I said, but I hadn't heard anything special about it. This seemed to disappoint him. He gave every sign of wanting to continue our conversation, but I told him I had to catch a bus and started walking in the direction of the road. Patches of fog remained floating on the path where it skirted the stream, but the breeze carried them over to steep flanks of a nearby fountain. Every now and then as I walked along I would stop, turn, and heave a deep sigh for no particular reason. I felt as though I had arrived on a planet where the gravity was a little different. Yes, of course, I told myself, feeling sad: I was in the outside world now.

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I miss you terribly sometimes, but in general I go on living with all the energy I can muster. Just as you take care of the birds and the fields every morning, every morning I wind up my own spring. I give it some 36 good twists by the time I've got up, brush my teeth, shaved, eaten breakfast, changed my clothes, left the dorm, and arrived at the university. I tell myself, "OK, let's make this day another good one." I hadn't noticed before, but they tell me I talk to myself a lot these days. Probably mumbling to myself while i wind up my spring.

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I have always loved Nakao, and I still love her. But there is always a decisive finality to what exists between Midori and me. It has an irresistible power that is bound to sweep me into the future. What I feel for Naoko is a tremendously quiet and gentle and transparent love, but what I feel for Midori is a wholly different emotion. It stands and walks on its own, to the roots of my bring. I don't know what to do. I'm confused. I'm not trying to make excuses for myself, but I do believe that I have lived as sincerely as I know how. I have never lied to anyone, and I have taken care over the years not to hurt other people. And yet I find myself tossed into this labyrinth. How can this be? I can't explain it. I don't know what I should do. Can you tell me, Reiko? You're the only I can turn to for advice.

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Things like that happen all the time in this great big world of ours. It's like taking a boat out on a beautiful lake on a beautiful day and thinking both the sky and the lake are beautiful. So stop eating yourself up. Things will go where they're supposed to go if you just let them take their natural course. Despite your best efforts, people are going to be hurt when it's time for them to be hurt. Life is like that. I know I sound like I'm preaching from a pulpit, but it's about time you learned to live like this. You try too hard to make life fit your way of doing things.

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The memories would slam against me like the waves of an incoming tide, sweeping my body along to some strange place - a place where I lived with the dead. There Naoko lived, and I could speak with her and hold her in my arms. Death in that place was not a decisive element that brought life to an end. There Naoko lived with death inside her. And to me she said, "Don't worry, it's only death. Don't let it bother you."

I felt no sadness in that strange place. Death was death, and Naoko was Naoko. "What's the problem?" she asked me with a bashful smile, I'm here, aren't I?" Her familiar little gestures soothed my heart like a healing balm. "If this is death," I thought to myself, "then death is not so bad." "It's true," said Naoko, "death is nothing much. It's just death. Things are so easy for me here." Naoko spoke to me in the spaces between the crashing of the dark waves.

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Once upon a time, you dragged a part of me into the world of the dead, and now Naoko has dragged another part of me into that world. Sometimes I feel like the caretaker of a museum - a huge, empty museum where no one ever comes, and I'm watching over it for no one but myself."

Haruki Murakami,
Norwegian Wood

Make a wish.. make a wish..

Dear Santa,

I know this is a little premature, but I have been a good girl this year. I know you have been very kind, by granting me my driving license as well as removing my braces. However, can I be a little more greedy and ask for something more?

You see, recently, I have been addicted to this sport which involves a lot of imagination, physics and creative poses. It is totally rocking, because with every ball I sink in, a little rainbow butterfly flutters in my heart.

I really like to see the white breeze through the greens, and contact the other balls in an intimate and playful way. The sound of the bumping is such a magical note!

Therefore, I would like to wish for a 5 by 7 pool table, a personalised cue and funky pool balls. While you are at it, can you sprinkle magical dust on me so I can finally learn how to break?

Thank you, Santa. I know you are always supportive of healthy hobbies, and therefore, I impatiently await your gift.

Love,
Dia

Pool madness

4 hours of real pool

+

2.5 hours of cyber pool

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FUN DAY!!!

: )

Your song

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

Unsettling

Dia is a complicated person.

Within a heart, there are conflicts.
Within a sentence, so many hidden meanings.

Hai...

Troy

I am finally done with reading the Fall of Kings.

This book wasn't the best of the three, I found it a little too depressing. The entire story was bleak, with the inevitable fall of Troy, along with my heroes. Then there was the cliched line, "Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery," which I did not like at all.

But in any case, I liked the series and with every book I read, I draw inspiration from the characters the author paint.

The men, to name a few;
Helikaon, the Golden One
Hektor, the bravest of Troy
Banokles
Augurios
Kalliades

The women;
Andromache
Kalliope
Helen
Kassandra

When I read, emotions rise in me, and now and then, I feel touched and motivated by the heroes. They are fiction, but they are very, very human. All of them are flawed, with their own weakness and demons, but they all rise up to their fate and face their fears in the eye.

Life today brings challenges that are different in form, but in substance, they are the same. Fear is the same feeling of hopelessness, where you know you are fighting a lone battle which you may lose. But courage will always be present, alongside fear, and sometimes, what you need is discipline to surmount the fear, and most of all, hope.

Like the heroes, I want to be able to laugh off the weariness and demons.

Dia is on her way to become a better person!! : )