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The clock on the computer says it is 10.01 pm at GMT +7 hours. That would make it more or less like 3 o’clock in the afternoon somewhere in Western Europe. A late afternoon in Europe would be a good time to start having wine. For sure now at a local time is a perfect time to have at least a couple glass of wine. Just poured an Australian Shiraz while writing this piece of what I already know is going to be a piece of nothing since I’m just so freaking bored with nothing productive to do. Not if you counting playing Super Collapse on the computer something productive unless of course if I can somehow improve my skills just enough to pass level 12.
The OST from Vanilla Sky is playing now, the one by Chemical Brothers. Actually I like the Paul McCartney version better. Never mind, it’s now The Kind of Wrong Lesson from Coyote Ugly OST. It’s kind of funny but that title about sums up what I have been going through lately, all the kind of wrong lesson and definitely totally wrong for my life at the moment. I wonder if the wrong will turn to right sometime in the near future. One way or another I’ll get it right or I am going to lose it or give it a slip. That’s right, I’ll just go by song lyrics to go through life like what Debby Harry from Blondie just sang in One Way or Another.
I am staring at the list of recent documents opened on my Microsoft Word. Some titles are there like “A Cup of Coffee and Sex, Please?” which I just published recently. I think that one is not bad. Climbing down on the list there is “Dancing Heart” which is kind of a poem and hasn’t been publish yet. There is also another one which I have trouble finishing called “Funny Names”. Let me give you a preview from that particular piece. One of them is “why do they call it a catwalk? Is it because so many pussies walk on it?” Yes, now maybe you can understand why I have a problem finishing the piece.
I should rearrange my mp3’s compilation. I haven’t heard any Stan Getz or Michael Bubble playing yet so far. But currently this one by Santa Esmeralda “Please Don’t Make Me Misunderstood” does give me a somewhat “smile on your face” kind of feeling and taking me to a pleasant journey backward.
A journey backward to a downtown area somewhere far away from where I am now. Walking on the sidewalk where the neon light is pretty, sometime in the middle of Prince’s “Purple Rain’ or a light drizzle of snow forgetting troubles and without a care in the world. Now this really makes me want to just hop on a plane and “Leaving on the Jet Plane” with Jewel.
A valid passport I have. A plane ticket and a destination is what I needed. Just give me some “Intuition” to the right direction said Jewel. Maybe the wrong kind of lesson is not totally a disaster. With some right intuitions could prove to be just what I needed to turn them into the right lessons before “Time is Running Out” by Muse’s standard.
Songs are not about nothing, really. They could sometime be what a dancing heart needs to forget for a moment at going after the big prize on the pedestal of life and just be what you are to live for the day.
It’s now 11.16 pm and finally my “Desafinado” by Joao Gilberto is playing just as my hand reaches for that gift from a friend recently, a bottle of De Bortoli 2000 Shiraz Cabernet to refill my third glass.
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