Monday, November 23, 2009

Try Sleeping With A Broken Heart!!



My entire heart struggle this year, the reason & lifespan of my blog
Thank you Miss Keys, what a perfect note to end the song & year...




Even if you are a million miles away
I could still feel you in my bed
Near me, touch me, feel me

And even at the bottom of the sea
I could still hear it inside my head
Telling me, touch me, feel me
And all the time, you were telling me lies

So tonight, I'm gonna find a way to make it without you
Tonight, I'm gonna find a way to make it without you
I'm gonna hold on to the times that we had
Tonight, I'm gonna find a way to make it without you

Have you ever try sleeping with a broken heart?
Well you could try sleeping in my bed
Lonely, own me, nobody ever shut it down like you

You wore the crown, you made my body feel heaven bound
Why don't you hold me, need me
I thought you told me, you'd never leave me

Looking in the sky I could see your face
And I knew right where I fit in
Take me, make me, you know that I'll always be in love with you Right till the end


So tonight, I'm gonna find a way to make it without you
I'm gonna find a way to make it without you
I'm gonna hold on to the times that we had
Tonight, I'm gonna find a way to make it without you

Anybody could've told you right from the start it's 'bout to fall apart
So rather than hold on to a broken dream or just hold on to love And I could find a way to make it, don't hold on too tight I'll make it without you tonight
So tonight, I'm gonna find a way to make it without you
I'm gonna find a way to make it without you
I'm gonna hold on to the times that we had
Tonight, I'm gonna find a way to make it without you

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

The Anti-Self Pity Vaccine, Treatment & Cure (NY Times)


Op-Ed Columnist

Triumph of a Dreamer


By Nicolas D Kristof
Published 14 Nov 2009

Any time anyone tells you that a dream is impossible, any time you’re discouraged by impossible challenges, just mutter this mantra: Tererai Trent.

Of all the people earning university degrees this year, perhaps the most remarkable story belongs to Tererai (pronounced TEH-reh-rye), a middle-aged woman who is one of my heroes. She is celebrating a personal triumph, but she’s also a monument to the aid organizations and individuals who helped her. When you hear that foreign-aid groups just squander money or build dependency, remember that by all odds Tererai should be an illiterate, battered cattle-herd in Zimbabwe and instead — ah, but I’m getting ahead of my story.

Tererai was born in a village in rural Zimbabwe, probably sometime in 1965, and attended elementary school for less than one year. Her father married her off when she was about 11 to a man who beat her regularly. She seemed destined to be one more squandered African asset.

A dozen years passed. Jo Luck, the head of an aid group called Heifer International, passed through the village and told the women there that they should stand up, nurture dreams, change their lives.

Inspired, Tererai scribbled down four absurd goals based on accomplishments she had vaguely heard of among famous Africans. She wrote that she wanted to study abroad, and to earn a B.A., a master’s and a doctorate.

Tererai began to work for Heifer and several Christian organizations as a community organizer. She used the income to take correspondence courses, while saving every penny she could.

In 1998 she was accepted to Oklahoma State University, but she insisted on taking all five of her children with her rather than leave them with her husband. “I couldn’t abandon my kids,” she recalled. “I knew that they might end up getting married off.”

Tererai’s husband eventually agreed that she could take the children to America — as long as he went too. Heifer helped with the plane tickets, Tererai’s mother sold a cow, and neighbors sold goats to help raise money. With $4,000 in cash wrapped in a stocking and tied around her waist, Tererai set off for Oklahoma.

An impossible dream had come true, but it soon looked like a nightmare. Tererai and her family had little money and lived in a ramshackle trailer, shivering and hungry. Her husband refused to do any housework — he was a man! — and coped by beating her.

“There was very little food,” she said. “The kids would come home from school, and they would be hungry.” Tererai found herself eating from trash cans, and she thought about quitting — but felt that doing so would let down other African women.

“I knew that I was getting an opportunity that other women were dying to get,” she recalled. So she struggled on, holding several jobs, taking every class she could, washing and scrubbing, enduring beatings, barely sleeping.

At one point the university tried to expel Tererai for falling behind on tuition payments. A university official, Ron Beer, intervened on her behalf and rallied the faculty and community behind her with donations and support.

“I saw that she had enormous talent,” Dr. Beer said. His church helped with food, Habitat for Humanity provided housing, and a friend at Wal-Mart carefully put expired fruits and vegetables in boxes beside the Dumpster and tipped her off.

Soon afterward, Tererai had her husband deported back to Zimbabwe for beating her, and she earned her B.A. — and started on her M.A. Then her husband returned, now frail and sick with a disease that turned out to be AIDS. Tererai tested negative for H.I.V., and then — feeling sorry for her husband — she took in her former tormentor and nursed him as he grew sicker and eventually died.

Through all this blur of pressures, Tererai excelled at school, pursuing a Ph.D at Western Michigan University and writing a dissertation on AIDS prevention in Africa even as she began working for Heifer as a program evaluator. On top of all that, she was remarried, to Mark Trent, a plant pathologist she had met at Oklahoma State.

Tererai is a reminder of the adage that talent is universal, while opportunity is not. There are still 75 million children who are not attending primary school around the world. We could educate them all for far less than the cost of the proposed military “surge” in Afghanistan.

Each time Tererai accomplished one of those goals that she had written long ago, she checked it off on that old, worn paper. Last month, she ticked off the very last goal, after successfully defending her dissertation. She’ll receive her Ph.D next month, and so a one-time impoverished cattle-herd from Zimbabwe with less than a year of elementary school education will don academic robes and become Dr. Tererai Trent.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Can't Wait To Hate You VS. Rain Man


I jump up out my bed grab my clothes
And I throw on my coat out the door
And I’m, today I’m gonna get over you, you, you
Yeah, and I hop in the car
Push the button on the automatic start
Right on the seat I see a scarf I gave to you
Oh, memories start comin’ back
No room for reverse I can’t back back
I’m sittin’ in the car but I can’t back back
So, I’m slumped over the wheel of the car
And all I can think of is a broken heart And all I can think of is why we’re apart
We went round for round
‘Til we knocked love out
We were laying in the ring not making a sound
And if that’s a metaphor of you and I
Why is it so hard to say goodbye
I can’t wait to hate you
Oh, the things you put me through
I wanna move on
I can’t wait to hate you
Oh, the days you left my heart all alone
I can’t wait to hate you
This is all crazy
And I can’t come to grips with the fact that you’re gone
I can’t wait to hate you
Ooooo Oh
.... The Dream....http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dEOqMLpksGw



Rainman Rainman
Ca call me Ca Call me
There's no need for me to lay out my clothes
When she's not around theres nowhere to go
Make no attempts to get up out of this bed
I wanna open my eyes, but I just close the curtains instead
Her thunder storms, shuts my lights off, oooh
I got no missed calls, maybe by tomorrow
Coz right now I can't catch a break

Everyday it rains,
When she aint laying right here, I can feel the coolness in the air, I know my chances aint fair
Everyday it rains
Water beats against my window sills, sound reaches my ear, gone, then it reappears
My heart starts drowning, my vision gets cloudy, the flood moves around me,
Everyday it rains
No sign of the light, as time goes by, 40 days and 40 nights

... Jamie Foxx... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BnqFVC2oC5w



Because what else can you listen at heartbroken o' clock in the morning?

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Real Deal(ership) Part II: Mistaking the Fix


1) Mistake: an error in action, calculation, opinion, or judgment caused by poor reasoning, carelessness, insufficient knowledge, etc.

2) Mistake:a misunderstanding or misconception.

3) Mistake:to regard or identify wrongly as something or someone else

4) Mistake: to understand, interpret, or evaluate wrongly; misunderstand; misinterpret

5) Mistake: (idiom) and make no mistake.... for certain, surely,


he made a 1)mistake... in acting on unstated attraction,
in stating the unstated attraction,
in being of the opinion that the attraction was unreciprocated
in judging the unstated attraction as harmless
in being careless of the consequences of stating previously unstated attraction
in being unknowledgeable of my feelings...

I made a 2) mistake
in misunderstanding the attraction as only my own
in misconceiving the attention I was giving
in misunderstanding and misconceiving his intentions in stating the attraction
then misunderstanding his purity and heart


I am continuing to 3) mistake
his purpose in my life as a lover
as he continues to 3) mistake
my purpose in his life as a blogger

We could both be 4) mistaken about purpose: friendship?

But make no 5) mistake... that I've learned that mistakes are completely irrelevant.

It's how you attempt to/achieve fixing them...

1) Responsible: having a capacity for moral decisions and therefore accountable; capable of rational thought or action

1)He honoured his commitments without disregard for my feelings.
1)I respected his decision with selflessness and well wishes.
1)We took the time to talk it out.
1) We are not our fathers.

I'm still in awe of what a good, good man he is.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FvQRNR47fy8

Responsible by Sara Bareilles

Bound for the Blessing

You wouldn’t see it coming

I keep you guessing
Watch while you come undone.

You were an island that no one would dare to tread upon.
I came in like the wise men, and ask you to take my gift of love.

CHORUS
Hold me responsible. It’s all my fault.
I want you to hold me any way you can.
Hold me accountable. It’s all my fault.
I want you to hold me any way you can.

Careful confessions
Can’t scare you with my crime
I learned my lesson
Love you a little at a time.


(I don't really like this song, but appropriate?!)