When I'm feeling sick (yes, I'm one of many to have been hit with the flu), my mind tends to wander and I end up thinking about the illest things.
Sometimes good. Sometimes bad. Most times sad.
Sometimes future. Sometimes present. Most times past.
Today feels like I've been chained to my bed and it's not the greatest feeling in the world. At least I've had my laptop from stopping me and occupying me from sleeping the entire day as much as my body wants to. My mind, however, is keeping me awake with all these thoughts.
I think these thoughts started out yesterday and I tried to keep my mind off them by going on a little cruise with my mates last night but it only helped for the entirety of the random lil' trip. When I got home, I didn't really sleep right away coz I was faced with the same thoughts all over again.
I did eventually get to sleep and lucky I didn't dream about it. But I turned on the radio and was listening to the top ten of triple j's Hottest 100 of All Time and those songs just took me back again.
I tweeted this earlier : listening to #Hottest100 - so many favourites, so many memories...
but I never mentioned if those memories were good or bad memories.
Peace.
chauie
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
I Miss Him...
Earlier today, I received a call from my grandpa. He lives in the States - well Houston, Texas to be more specific. I hardly get to see him.. He rarely makes the trip over and I've never made the trip over myself either. I reckon I could easily do it too... but I just never have. Selfish, I know.
Talking to him today and hearing his voice... even though it was just a few minutes, I felt a lump form in my throat. I really miss him. Our conversation was half English-half Vietnamese but I guess living in the States, he understood what I was on about when I couldn't find the right words to tell him in Vietnamese.
It was really good to hear his voice. I know he was worried with the questions he asked me to see how I was doing.
My dad came home and I told him what we talked about. My dad said that he feels sorry for him and that we should make more contact with him coz his time is probably near. He's over 80 years old and he's lived a pretty fulfilling life, I'd say. But I'd really like to go and visit him, even if it is the last time.
Sitting there and conversing with my dad, my mind wandered off and I thought of something that I don't think was appropriate to tell my dad but this is what I thought:
If the time does come soon and my grandpa is on his deathbed, I would like to fly over just for his funeral. I want to see where he lived and even where he might pass away.
Out for now..
Peace.
x
chauie
Talking to him today and hearing his voice... even though it was just a few minutes, I felt a lump form in my throat. I really miss him. Our conversation was half English-half Vietnamese but I guess living in the States, he understood what I was on about when I couldn't find the right words to tell him in Vietnamese.
It was really good to hear his voice. I know he was worried with the questions he asked me to see how I was doing.
My dad came home and I told him what we talked about. My dad said that he feels sorry for him and that we should make more contact with him coz his time is probably near. He's over 80 years old and he's lived a pretty fulfilling life, I'd say. But I'd really like to go and visit him, even if it is the last time.
Sitting there and conversing with my dad, my mind wandered off and I thought of something that I don't think was appropriate to tell my dad but this is what I thought:
If the time does come soon and my grandpa is on his deathbed, I would like to fly over just for his funeral. I want to see where he lived and even where he might pass away.
Out for now..
Peace.
x
chauie
Friday, July 10, 2009
She
She may not be fresh but she too is not bland
She's what they call in demand
You think you know her but you don't
You want to know her but you won't
She's not looking for friends to bring her down
She's walking towards the water, ready to drown
She doesn't know who to trust on this earth
She's hoping to meet someone who can see her worth
They say the grass is greener on the other side
But she feels people around her just push her aside
She wants so much in life but doesn't know where to start
She wants to make a decision that won't break her parents' hearts
She's the kind of friend that everyone turns to
Call her and without a doubt, she'll come through
Always with a box of tissues and a shoulder to cry on
She's the one family and friends seem to call upon
But they rarely ask what's going on with her
But even if you asked, she wouldn't say
Coz she's a closed book and that's what she prefers
When they're already down, she doesn't want to dampen their mood
She'll vent through her writing and doesn't want to be viewed
She's judged and misinterpreted by the way she is and what she does
This is the way she is and you can't change that becuz
No matter how hard you try and change her to be who you want her to be
It's better for you to give up now and let she be me.
Peace out..
x
chauie
She's what they call in demand
You think you know her but you don't
You want to know her but you won't
She's not looking for friends to bring her down
She's walking towards the water, ready to drown
She doesn't know who to trust on this earth
She's hoping to meet someone who can see her worth
They say the grass is greener on the other side
But she feels people around her just push her aside
She wants so much in life but doesn't know where to start
She wants to make a decision that won't break her parents' hearts
She's the kind of friend that everyone turns to
Call her and without a doubt, she'll come through
Always with a box of tissues and a shoulder to cry on
She's the one family and friends seem to call upon
But they rarely ask what's going on with her
But even if you asked, she wouldn't say
Coz she's a closed book and that's what she prefers
When they're already down, she doesn't want to dampen their mood
She'll vent through her writing and doesn't want to be viewed
She's judged and misinterpreted by the way she is and what she does
This is the way she is and you can't change that becuz
No matter how hard you try and change her to be who you want her to be
It's better for you to give up now and let she be me.
Peace out..
x
chauie
(S)he Came Along...
I’ve been listening to his music for only a couple months now (yes, yes I know it took me a little while to take notice!) and I’ve listened to his songs all the way through almost every day on my way to work but I always just listened to the melody and the beats and never really listened to the lyrics unless he was breaking it down during the mixtapes.
Who am I on about?
Kid Cudi
I know I’ve raved on about him before but I’ve grown to be such a big lover of his work. His freestyles are amazing but today on the train, I was listening to the lyrics of a particular song and I felt a tug at my heart. I don’t even know why it was making me feel the emotions that I was feeling but when I had to get off the train, and the song was coming to an end, I didn’t really feel sad about it.
It was a really strange feeling that I experienced. Kinda left me perplexed for the remainder of the day, only because I could feel some tears coming on while listening to it. I just felt that I could really relate to it.
A time in the past? A time in the present? Who knows? I just know that I’m glad to have really listened to Cudi’s lyrics and what he was singing about.
Definitely brought back some shit... whether it be good shit or bad it was okay for me to feel this way..
//Edit: By the way, I got up the nerve and courage to let Mr Cudi know how I felt when I heard the message through his songs via Twitter and he tweeted me back:
(formerly imcudi) kidcudi@superchauie i love u for sharing that, sometimes i wanna cry for no reason, for sad shit dat happen when i was young. bugged?
that ^ made my day/week/month/year.
(picture credit: www.datnewcudi.com)
Peace.
chauie
Who am I on about?
Kid Cudi
I know I’ve raved on about him before but I’ve grown to be such a big lover of his work. His freestyles are amazing but today on the train, I was listening to the lyrics of a particular song and I felt a tug at my heart. I don’t even know why it was making me feel the emotions that I was feeling but when I had to get off the train, and the song was coming to an end, I didn’t really feel sad about it.
It was a really strange feeling that I experienced. Kinda left me perplexed for the remainder of the day, only because I could feel some tears coming on while listening to it. I just felt that I could really relate to it.
A time in the past? A time in the present? Who knows? I just know that I’m glad to have really listened to Cudi’s lyrics and what he was singing about.
Definitely brought back some shit... whether it be good shit or bad it was okay for me to feel this way..
//Edit: By the way, I got up the nerve and courage to let Mr Cudi know how I felt when I heard the message through his songs via Twitter and he tweeted me back:
(formerly imcudi) kidcudi@superchauie i love u for sharing that, sometimes i wanna cry for no reason, for sad shit dat happen when i was young. bugged?
that ^ made my day/week/month/year.
(picture credit: www.datnewcudi.com)Peace.
chauie
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Jackson's Memorial Service.
Watched Michael Jackson's memorial service earlier tonight and still, hours later, I'm saddened by the event that took place.
Even though his daughter spoke for maybe 15 sec, the emotions she expressed when she spoke those words about her father during that time... i'm sure, everyone was feeling similar to what she was feeling.
I know I was... having shed a tear or two.
:(
Out.
chauie
Even though his daughter spoke for maybe 15 sec, the emotions she expressed when she spoke those words about her father during that time... i'm sure, everyone was feeling similar to what she was feeling.
I know I was... having shed a tear or two.
:(
Out.
chauie
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