Soul Train

Listening to this album for 2 months solid. It is a great piece of work by Mr. Rabbit himself.

Letting my hands being dirty, leaving a TV on

Drifting into a shallow sleep

There are plenty of days I say nawt to no one

No big deal that is

 

The nightly darkness is deathly deep

I am at a loss, don't know what to do

 

No breaking news, no nothing,

So walking down the hill from her room to the station

In that fancy suites, she don't look bad at all

I know we have tiffs here and there, but

It is just too long a wait for me to see where we are heading to

 

How boring the world is that I'm in

While leaning on you on and on

My heart is still chilled and not firing up

And the sun sets yet again

Over that railway, dragging my hopes with it

 

In a little town there is always someone coming and going

Where is the text book to tell me

What the hell I can do now

 

Met someone new, she says, turning her back to me in the bed

All I can hear is that train going without anyone on it

 

How nonsense the world is that I've made into
While ruining you and turning you into this

My only, dying soul

Is struggling to get out for a change of the scenery

Melting into a mass of red then flowing into somewhere

Somewhere to start anew, perhaps,

Somewhere, maybe the edge of the world, the absolute end

 

No one is a saviour

No god can save this, 'cause

 

My soul only listens to me, and

Your soul only listens to you

 

Nobody's word can reach it

Nobody's

Nobody's

Soul Train - K. Inaba

Miracles to Go On

Ohh my god, this is just too good to be true, my life was far from dust, was in the vicinity of perfection anyway (thanks to my beautiful tuna,) yet somehow is taking a turn and now may be it's gonna be the "Greatest" British Duck Race day.

 

http://www.thegreatbritishduckrace.co.uk/

 

I have missed this last year, I was 3 miles away from it, working, oblivious to it all, how could I.

 

As they have never announced it to be an annual thing, I was gutted to miss this event of the lifetime.

 

Now it is back. I am going. I am NOT working. I will be THERE. It will be HEAVEN.

Miracles Do Happen

RENT has now been extended its showing till 7/Sept. I wonder what the hell will happen to those ticket for the original final call, that was selling for 9000 bucks on eBay. Why am I even going to see the show next month, if I had a choice to do so later on when I have more money.

But in all, who cares, that show deserves all the attention it is getting right now, and even if it ends up somewhat a money making scheme (ther is always someone who is so realistic and practical, turns everyuthing into cash,) it still is OK, I guess.

It’s like these Barbra Streisand shows where people keep thinking that she will never perform again, only for her to return a few years later. Like a phenix, or something.

I’ll cover you. You’d be my Queen.

Things I Do for Kicks

Leaveing the work and going home with tank on empty (*AFTER that red warning light comes on on my dash board, informing the petrol level being almost empty.)

Not going onto the left lane to exit motorway, until I go past all 3 arrow signs; 3 arrows, 2 arrows, and 1 final arrow! (ONLY when it is safe to do so. Honest.)

The alarming light comes on when the tank has less than 5L of petrol. My work is 30 miles away from home, yet I have to drive 3 extra miles to get to the petrol station called ASDA, just so I can save 6p per litter. There is nothing quite this thrilling as to drive all that way while constantly looking at the indicator going lower and lower. I mean, the needle on the meter is hovering around 5L line to begin with, then goes half way down to "E" and began shiver above and below "E", then the question is no longer, "How much do I have before it goes empty?" but "How far can I go after it IS empty?"

(Actually, it is useful to know exactly how much / far, even when you are not doing it for kicks. It is extremely handy for the occasions such as when renting cars. You start driving with what they describe as "1/3 tank full of petrol", which you have to refill as you return the vehicle to the rental company. You are already pissed off that they charged extra for some stupid insurance, which you will most probably never going to need, and the last thing you want to do is to give them free gas. You want to fill the car 1/3 up, no more, no less, and get the hell out there before they ask you for some more money for whatever reasons. So you time it. Crafty calculation and such is needed there, along with the precise knowledge of this, "How far can I go before" business.)

I totally do this every week. It is so much fun. No, no, I did not forget to fill her up, and no I certainly did not go on doing 110MPH this morning while racing 1 or 2 BMWs and a Golf GTI, because they did not indicate once before cutting in front of me. No, I didn’t.

She Ain’t Called Bitch for No Reason

One of our suppliers has a tech team, of which manager I have spoken with a few times over the phone, and emailed a numerous times. His only son died at the tender age of pre-teen, with sudden illness.

"He fell ill on a Tue and died on a Fri,"

The email from his colleague said. That is so Forrest Gump.

 

First thing that popped into my head was to somehow reach the guy and give him a hug and comfort him, but as it is not practical, and probably OTT, the next, and decent thing to do is to send him a condolence card.

 

I turned around to my bitch boss and told what happened. She didn’t move a muscle.

"It is just so terrible, don’t you think?" Well, so I thought maybe we can send a card or something."

 

And the first thing the bitch said was,

"Do we really have to do something like that?"

 

"What? Well, I don’t think that’s compulsory, but don’t you see how sad and terrible..."

 

"Yeah, maybe, but he is not my friend or anything."

 

I was actually speechless after that. And people there call ME insensitive.

 

"Are you saying we have to send a card everytime our suppliers’ staff’s family member dies?"

 

She was asking me.

 

"It’s not the same as his mother has died. It’s his only son, and he was a child."

 

"Oh, maybe you got a different system in you. I don’t have that sort of sense in me."

 

She concluded. I deeply regretted to ever bringing that up there. I could, and should have just sent a card personally.

 

How is that people love her and call her lovely? And I open my big mouth and that’s how people hate me even though I never, ever, had an ounce of malice in me and am full of compassion.

 

I am so sorry for your loss, P. I really am. May nature bless your son.

the Question is...

So I hate it when people make that sniggering noise whenever they hear me play any kind of music, before start giving me lectures on how wrong I was to think that was even remotely a good piece of music. I hate talking music of any kind with people, unless I am there to win. (He-he.)

Music is a survival game, everyone has to win in that battle field of beat, rhythm, lyrics and tunes. Once you lose you are a lamb in the frock, you are a follower without definitive taste and philosophy.

Everyone is fighting for life in such matters;
you couldn't tell the difference between clarinet and soprano oboe,
you didn't know that tune was a remix of a pop song from 90s, rather than a "cover" of that tune,
you heard some line into a mondegreen and thought it was about a dude with one leg and a broken heart, while it really was a song about a teenage kid screwing every girl in sight,
you erroneously consider a guitarist to be genius while he really was just a Jimi impersonator,

What the hell, there is no winning, I am suffocated and there is not even a smallest room for me to actually enjoy music.

So when Ben started giving me how I should not like Scooter I was ready to leg it. Didn't want to fight a 18 yrs old pretty washer upper over stupid DJs. (And my saying of, "Scooter is NOT a DJ, it's a 3 men band," did not make Ben back off.)

Honestly, I love Scooter and that's that. I am not interested in the genre of techno, or hardcore, or whatever the names I never even heard of. Stop telling me that Scooter is not Happy Hardcore, because they just are! And they are a band!!

And Ben went on criticizing Scooter on the basis of the fact that they did not follow the fashions on techno variation as all other "DJs" made all drug crazy young Britons to follow and warship.

"I don't care about your history of so called rave and all that, I am too old for that anyway. I just want to see them perform. In fact they are coming to Hammersmith in March, taking a part in some dance event."

I said to Ben, half giving up.

"Which day? I might be on holiday."

Ben replies.

"Maybe not, then I want to go. Hey, we can go there together."

A-what? Oh, no, no, no. I am not going to a rave with a 18 yrs old pretty (and thin) washer upper who grew up with Eurobeat and amphetamine being a norm. I am just a Scooter fan. We do not mesh well there. And I am sure he will repeatedly ask me there why I am not taking any pills, and wonders off before I answer him, and that would be quite annoying for me.

Turned out he IS on a holiday with his folks (awww, how cute is THAT?) and can't make it anyway. That's good. I mean, he is nice enough and all but it is rather sad if I actually went there with someone like that. It is sad enough that I am going there at all.

Love Thy Wheels

I was shopping around for something the other day, and this is something they said to sell certain products.

*Offers safe handling.
*Excellent grip at low temperatures, even with a light covering...
*Eye-catching tread and sidewall design make P2500 ideal for personalising small to medium sized...
*Improved comfort and lower noise levels add to the pleasure...
*The reduced rolling resistance.
*Comfort. Relaxed.
*Performance. P3000 provides excellent grip and drivability.
*Safety. P3000 is predictable and forgiving in nature, conferring a strong feeling of security

OK, I edited out some words at the end, but still, these descriptions of tyres sound vastly of sexual innuendoes.

Helmut Newton once did AutoErotica and that was laughable, even though I do comprehend the connection between automobiles and sex. Yet, I feel more comfortable using the word "sexy" to describe food than using that to cars.

What is it that people see in cars that reminds them of sex? I certainly cannot see cars serving the imagery of manhood, and that's ridiculous. Having a Land Rover with 4000cc emission does not mean you are well hang. I don't see any appeal to it. Then, what? Money? Style? Fashion? A confided space? What is it?

Never had a boyfriend who owned a car, never even dated one. I am not sure what does that say. Am I avoiding something? Do I enjoy being the one with car? Is that what it is wrong with me?

Bought new front tyres. I am happy now, and there is nothing wrong with that.