Anyway

Anyway by Martina McBride

You can spend your whole life building
Something from nothin'
One storm can come and blow it all away
Build it anyway

You can chase a dream
That seems so out of reach
And you know it might not ever come your way
Dream it anyway

God is great
But sometimes life ain't good
And when I pray
It doesn't always turn out like I think it should
But I do it anyway
I do it anyway

This world's gone crazy
It's hard to believe
That tomorrow will be better than today
Believe it anyway

You can love someone with all your heart
For all the right reasons
In a moment they can choose to walk away
Love 'em anyway

God is great
But sometimes life ain't good
And when I pray
It doesn't always turn out like I think it should
But I do it anyway
Yea - I do it anyway

You can pour your soul out singing
A song you believe in
That tomorrow they'll forget you ever sang
Sing it anyway
Yea, sing it anyway
Yeah, yeah!

I sing
I dream
I love anyway

Quote: 11-19-2009

Confusion heard his voice,
and wild uproar Stood ruled,
stood vast infinitude confined;
Till at his second bidding darkness fled,
Light shone,
and order from disorder sprung.

-John Milton

Quote: 11-12-2009

Today feels like an Oscar Wilde kind of a day... so here goes:

Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.

-if you did not guess already, Oscar Wilde

consciously

someday a random nobody would tell me their life story

which would sound nothing more than a series of fantastical epiphanies.

-jm

From - Joan of Arcadia

why does everything have to be so in your face common sense!

& wtf - there is a world behind my eyes!!! get it out of there . . .

Joan: I thought we were going with monotheism.
Twin-Girl God: I'm impressed you know what that is.
Joan: Why are you torturing me, And don't say I'm torturing myself.
Twin-Girl God: Sometimes it's hard to believe what you see, so you have to trust the world behind your eyes,
Joan: There's a world behind my eyes? Great, because this one isn't enough trouble.
Twin-Girl God: People manage to believe in me, even though they have no idea what I am, they trust me even in the silence.
Joan: OK. Can you take care of the rash and the barfing? Save the haiku for another time.
[Twin-Girls combine into one]
Joan: Very matrix.
Twin-Girl God: Go to the doctor, you're sick.

Joan of Arcadia

word of the month: efficiency

ef⋅fi⋅cien⋅cy

  [i-fish-uhn-see]

–noun, plural -cies.

1.	the state or quality of being efficient; competency in performance.

2.	accomplishment of or ability to accomplish a job with a minimum expenditure of time and effort: The assembly line increased industry's efficiency.

3.	the ratio of the work done or energy developed by a machine, engine, etc., to the energy supplied to it, usually expressed as a percentage.

4.	efficiency apartment.

use in a sentence: spend tomorrow efficiently!

i am impulsive because ...

So I am totally psychoanalyzing myself here! And I am oh so brilliant at analysis – no jokes; I really am! Ask anyone who has had a decent enough conversation with me. I can psychoanalyze the movement of a leaf floating merrily in spring breeze and convince you entirely based on the direction it is flying in, that it misses the branch it fell off because it had made friends with the squirrel who lived in the trunk of the tree. NO – that’s not psychoanalysis! That’s my imagination working overtime. I can make up a story around any obscure object around me!!!

Ok – back to the business on hand! And yeah – my imagination fuels that impulsion!

So I have been wondering why I tend to be so impulsive sometimes. At times nothing bothers me and other times I am a bundle of nerves. The more I feel attached to someone/something, the more likelihood of lack of patience. I have all the patience for situations which are secondary in my life. But – I have a feeling that it is quite normal. However, what I find disturbing in my case are the extremes. The extremity of patience in some situations and lack there of in others!

I give such an impression of being a patient soul initially that people involved don’t know where and when to stop pushing their limits. And when it blows up, it is too sudden for them to deal with!

Here is my conclusion after much thought over the past few months of impulsivity I have subjected myself and a few important people in my life to! It is my defense mechanism in inter-personal relationships. When the insecurity is too much for me to deal with, I loose all long-sightedness and think of nothing but here and now. It’s almost like being a coward and running away from a situation. I convince myself that I am being decisive.

Until now I was convinced that I was living bravely and being decisive but here is yet another life lesson which I have learnt – I have to still figure out the lesson completely to put it in words; I know there is a lesson learnt … it will come to me now that I have started to contemplate ;) …

Crap writing!

Here are some of the maladies I suffer from when it comes to writing:

Fragmented thought process. Well this one I suffer from no matter what I am doing!

See both sides of the coin which drives me crazy because I can argue for either/or and once I begin with that – it’s all aimless wandering after that with me torn in multiple directions.

Too many thoughts which grow out of one common idea but then they take off like uncontrolled tributaries (I know tributaries come back home but mine are taking off!!)… eeksss

Oh yeah – those grammatical errors!

And when I decide I am going to own language and make up my own words and break every rule of expression – this one I don’t quite feel is so bad about. I actually love this part of writing. When a word becomes my own… like hmmm right now I am feeling all India-fied because I am thinking of monsoon there.

Sometimes – I start writing about red and end up with blue!

Okay – so it’s not like we were not warned about this by our creative writing teachers - but the problem is that I never took them seriously!

the imperfect edges

its getting to me!

i have been working on this crochet scarf for about 5 years on and off ... i have made others but why are the edges on this one all crazy? this one is incorrigible. the knots have a life of their own - they come and leave at pleasure giving the edges a zig-zag shape.

so the question is, how far should I go to see if working on this is worth the time and effort. please note that i am quite taken by the imperfection of this piece !

aaayyeeeinn!

WHY IS MY BLOG ALL ITALICIZED(sp.)???

Dude - what the heck?