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Saturday, October 22, 2011

Ctrl A + Del + Ctrl S = Done

This evening I saw my fellow @ryanbatchin's tweet, "No pause, no rewind, no fast forward, that's life!".
I kinda recall all the things that my friends said about how we can control our life. They are really wondering if we can sort all the things that we had been through in our life, delete all the bad memories, and save all the good ones. Hmmm... at first I sense this thoughts are just mechanical and too selfish to be practiced.
Imagine, some people take their life for granted no matter how sucks their lives are. They're just getting through it, no complains no bitch. But some people just can't handle it and want to throw all those things away from their life and keep all the good things to remember for their own happiness. I know I sound so judgmental  about this but it's just quite dissonant to me. Like, why are you guys hoping your brains work like hard disks and manage it as if you're fixing your files and folders on your desktop? and why do you wanna make your life as simple as that for the sake of your happiness?? Life should be more complicated than that and you should be hard on it.

Hmm.. That's what I thought before. Now I've been thinking that maybe it might be awesome when you have this kind of self mechanism of memory managing. You can, again, sort out things you wanna keep or throw away, then you can be happy for doing it. Though I'm still doubtful if we are happy enough with that, but at least it would loosen up your life a bit. If we could do this, maybe there will be no trauma, no haunting shadows, no baggage, and no worries. How easy life could be and how happy and peaceful our minds we have.

You know, we actually have this kinda mechanism. Though it's completely different, but it works pretty similar to some extent. People end up drinking somewhere on the corner of the bar alone and being wasted, some people just fuck around other people, some are just taking xanax to chill, some are taking dimenhydrinate to be nauseous then sleep like a bear in the winter. They, myself included, do this just to get over things and find their escapism. Well, we may say it could be the way of memory management but it's just no same.

You may end up drunk and forgot about things, but the morning after you feel like shit and dunk your head into the john and you might feel even worse than you were cause those things you wanna get rid off are still stuck in your brain, plus you are so fucked up now.
You were probably in your place after bangin' your crotch to someone's whom you didn't even know his/her name but after you get your limp back, you are back to what you were.
You might be chillin after the xanax work on your nerves but you're gonna be one of the things to be forgotten on someone's mind.
You might be having the best sleep in your life after the dime tabs shut your eyes down but when you are awake, you'll be same same no different.

After all I'm talking, I am still wondering if we could have the function buttons in our minds to manage all the memories that we want to keep or dump. Life could be too plain and easy, but it could make me happy. If we could do that, I won't get rid off the bad memories only, but also good ones cause sometime the good ones could be even worse to remember.
Done.









Friday, October 21, 2011

Giving Everything Away For Free

I'm gonna build a raft and set it on the water there
Hoping she will come, see the thing I made
What a thing I made

Today I'm gonna sail even if she doesn't show
The ocean can decide, love is like a wave
Love would never fail

Hope she gets here soon
I hope she isn't far away
But if she is, I'll sail anyway

Everyday that I love her I kill myself
It happens over and over, there's no one else
And I try to forget her but look at me
Giving everything away for free

And when I'm out at sea, I'm gonna write a song for her
I'll sing accross the bay, hoping she will hear
Hoping she will hear

I think she's in her car and just above the motorway
To hear my serenade reckoning her near
Reckoning her near

And then she's gonna swill
I didn't build my raft in vain
But if I did, we'll both drown anyway

'Cause everyday that I love her I kill myself
It happens over and over, there's no one else
And I try to forget her but look at me
Giving everything away for free
Giving everything away for free, free

Drown me, it'll stop the pain, if my love's in vain
'Cause I knew, I knew she'd never come
'Cause she couldn't bear the ocean
She couldn't stand the waves

So everyday that I love her I kill myself
It happens over and over, there's no one else
And I try to forget her but look at me
Giving everything away for free

Daniel Merriweather

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