Friday 29 October 2010

Gimme a break

Got on board a westbound seven-forty-seven
Didn't think before deciding what to do
All that talk of opportunities, TV breaks and movies
Rang true, sure rang true

Seems it never rains in Southern California
Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before

It never rains in California but, girl, don't they warn ya
It pours, man, it pours

Out of work, I'm out of my head
Out of self-respect, I'm out of bread
I'm under loved, I'm underfed
I wanna go home

It never rains in California but, girl, don't they warn ya
It pours, man, it pours

Will you tell the folks back home I nearly made it
Had offers but don't know which one to take
Please, don't tell them how you found me
Don't tell them how you found me, gimme a break, gimme a break

Seems it never rains in Southern California
Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before
It never rains in California but, girl, don't they warn ya
It pours, man, it pours


Dang. I need a break man. I need to catch the North Bound Boeing triple seven. To home. To the red red wine and the green green grass of home.

Thursday 28 October 2010

Utter bullcrap

http://www.facebook.com/home.php?sk=lf#!/note.php?note_id=435703785332&id=838833331

This has recently came to circulate in facebook.
This is utter bullshit.

Its easy of course to say, Oh Education is a scam by the corporations to keep you under their hold. To keep you average. To make you a worker drone in the hive we call society. And coming from me, that's saying something. Sure, oh, Don't work, live free, do what you like. I happen to like to be a rockstar or a footballer. I also want to be a mutant and a superhero, a spy and a marine biologist. I have no idea why, but I have grown to hate writings like those. Things that try to sway opinions one way or another by saying things people want to hear. People want to hear things that tell them what they secretly think is true. They want you to tell them yes, life is short, you only live once, live it fun. Work is terrible. So is school.

Me? I am happy the way i am. I like studying, learning about stuff, as much as i dislike exams which are coming in a week. I want to be a great doctor and perhaps specialise in something i not sure of yet. I want to work, tiring as it will be, and it should be, and do things i may regret a little in the end. I want to feel tired, exhausted even. And then i plan, and i hope that i will live a good long life and then when i retire, i can get back to school to learn about philosophy or greek mythology or things like that.

Up yours.Adrian.

Till next time.

Friday 15 October 2010

Y estare contigo cuando treste estas

I believed in that line once. but perhaps no more. but somehow. that line triggers something in me.

bloody hail.

Saturday 9 October 2010

The gambler

On a warm summer's evenin' on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin' out the window at the darkness
'Til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.

He said, "Son, I've made my life out of readin' people's faces,
And knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
so if you don't mind my sayin', I can see you're out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice."

So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.

You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.

Ev'ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
'Cause ev'ry hand's a winner and ev'ry hand's a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep."

When he'd finished speakin', he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.

You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.

Great song by Kenny Rogers. great song.

Sunday 3 October 2010

My friends. 41 days.
And then we chill out and do stupid things.