Ruby Tuesday

Didn't know that Ruby Tuesday was a song before a restaurant. Or maybe it's the other way around. It's a restaurant before it was a song. Nonetheless, you learn interesting things listening to the 60s top hits on Yahoo. I just love the Oldies.

RUBY TUESDAY
(Rolling Stones)

She would never say where she came from
Yesterday don't matter if it's gone
While the sun is bright
Or in the darkest night
No one knows
She comes and goes

Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you...

Don't question why she needs to be so free
She'll tell you it's the only way to be
She just can't be chained
To a life where nothing's gained
And nothing's lost
At such a cost

There's no time to lose, I heard her say
Catch your dreams before they slip away
Dying all the time
Lose your dreams
And you will lose your mind.
Ain't life unkind?

Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you...

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have you ever wondered how it feels like to know what you are capable of? and at the same time scared that you will never live up to its potential?

the good ol' days

We never liked it when the oldies talked about "the good old days".  They called it the "glory" days even.  But today, I somehow kind of connect as I talk to myself about the good old days. When I thought I was pretty and I could conquer the world.  When I thought I was smart and can talk to anybody about anything. Tell you what, I'm not belittling myself right now, and I'm not pitying myself either.  But today just gave me an understanding as to why they liked talking about days past.  One is probably because it was such a satsifying event, and really, the kids of the new generation won't know how glorious it was anyway (since we tend to blow it out of proportion in our heads) and two, well, it makes them or today, even me feel better.

I dunno, I like them good ol days. I liked them when they were simple and good and just appreciated.

Just them good 'ol days.

this little piggie

it just takes me back.
slamming the door after a fight only to find a bloodied finger.
a person who was so sick of his own blood and needed to get stitches.
today, i stare at my own bloodied finger
happy that i didn't need stitches;
and gleeful that i am not afraid at the sight of my own blood
gushing generously onto the gauze.
such a scientific marvel, we are, us people.
got my little left pinky invalid for the next two weeks
and as the nursery rhyme went when we were kids..
'this little piggie cried wee wee wee all the way home.'