rockit.

Asleep at the trigger

2009-04-24T11:39:00.003-04:00

Lost is the urge to cater to an audience as newfound artful expressions spur into a montage.

Redirect yourselves: http://after-afterall.tumblr.com/. Interpret as you may.

For those who wish to indulge in the expanded tribulations of life, opinions and thoughts... just speak to me in person.

Expectations.

2009-02-02T23:15:00.007-05:00

Nathaniel Hawthorne once wrote, "No man for any considerable period can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true."

From the deepest, darkest tunnel beneath the road, in the earth that was once existent, we rumbled on and up to towards the sky, along with the freeway and races to Destination, whatever that meant for the each of us, you or me, him or her. But from the moment the screeches started, and the moment that I hopped on board, I was sure, so sure with all my heart that the second we would reach the end of the tunnel, I would be awash in a magnificent, blazing, nearly blinding light shining from the ground and the sky all at once.

You ride TTC more often than you'd like.

Collective indulgence

2009-01-24T13:30:00.000-05:00

http://www.blogto.com/upload/2009/01/20090123_barack.jpg

Sustainable homelessness

2009-01-16T12:39:00.001-05:00

http://www.treehugger.com/files/2009/01/homeless-chateau.php

Toodles 2008!

2009-01-08T02:34:00.005-05:00

This is my official goodbye to 2008. Each year keeps getting better, I know it will definitely apply to 2009 as well.

January
- got back from an extremely motivating NC
- created bonds that would last a lifetime
- replanned the life

February
- went to a supercool OQ
- traveled to Saskatoon + Calgary and found another piece of myself

March
- went off fb and studied the butt off

April
- started to leave the box once in a while to meet with old friends
- finished another hectic exam period

May
- amazing craziness galore
- CEED prep weekend
- IAT training weekend
- NLDC
- and flying off to Argentina

June
- adapting to life abroad, amazing fun and the first few stages of culture shock
- meeting a million new faces
- unconcious incompetence in a new reality

July
- going to Iguazu Falls
- going to Tandil
- going through the challenges of accomplishing strategic goals
- concious incompetence

August
- faci'ed at my first international conference
- unconcious competence
- going to beautiful, amazing Cordoba
- back home to a familiar and unfamiliar reality
- getting lost downtown Toronto for the first time ever

September
- newfound love for school and anything within my capacity to think about
- constantly curious about everything and anything

October
- faci'd ORC
- hermitted the butt off

November
You know, I don't really know what happened to November. It was like the month that slipped away... I didn't really notice it! So life was too hectic for me to acknowledge November... well here it is =/

December
- last win after a long semester
- rocked my exams to the tilt
- prepping for NC
- relished in doing nothing during the break
- NC.

What a year, what a year. There were so many milestones of this year that mark the most significant points of my life, it's going to be quite tough for 2009 to step up to the bar. :)

Smile.

2008-12-08T01:02:00.001-05:00

Smile... though your heart is aching
Smile... even though its breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow...
You'll see the sun come shining through for you...

Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near...
Thats the time you must keep on trying
Smile, whats the use of crying?
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile.

That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, whats the use of crying?
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you... just... smile

5 minutes to live

2008-12-03T23:19:00.006-05:00

My little sisters were just talking about the speech contest at school today, mentioning how the winner spoke about the possibility of the fate of the entire earth could end within 5 minutes. As they went on I inevitably thought, without hestitation, that I'd read to my death if I knew I had 5 more minutes to live. At the end of their storytelling, the winning girl was asked by one of her teachers what she would do if she had 5 minutes to live:

My sister: And you know what she said?
Me: What?
Sister: She would read! Omg who would be reading if they had 5 minutes left to live?

Ever since my CEED debrief a few weekends ago, specifically after our guided meditation, I'd constantly been questioning... myself. What do I define happiness as? Why am I doing what I continually do not find pleasure in? Why are the triggers of happiness that come from the depths of my heart not those of saving the world, improving the lives of others around me, or improving myself? Have I been misguiding myself for how long now? And last but not least, what can I do to indulge in my pleasures for the rest of my life? So silly, I have been so silly... I am silly... and will continue to be so...

On a side note, I have discovered a newfound love in foreign language songs, currently can't get Arabic music out of my head...

When push comes to shove

2008-11-09T00:34:00.006-05:00

It is quite unfortunate, I find, when life brings us to crossroads where we must choose and choose again, only to find ourselves at even bigger and more difficult pathways to pick from.

Every decision we make it is another learning experience, whether the right decision was made or not, we grow decision by decision, each choice by each choice. But as we grow and decide again and again, why is it that I find myself at an even more vulnerable state and than any other time? I suppose it's natural for that to happen; as time goes by and as we learn, the pressures and stakes grow larger, much more than just petty defiant childish games, when emotions just can not be a factor in any conclusion made.

And as we grow older, we face the similar question of duty and following our own dreams, time and time again. For the lucky ones, they are mere difficult decisions. For some, there is no choice.

Stuck in between a world where I've defined my dreams but now am doubtful of them and a world of the present, where it is so easy to stray from my doubtful dreams... and the last and most important world, a duty of which I must fulfill, I must say that it has not been a great process coming to a final conclusion. It is when a midpoint, a compromise cannot be made, where we have to sacrifice some things for others, our own wants for others' needs, our own dreams for others' dreams. I guess when it comes down to it, like always, it comes down to real priorities.

Some sacrifices were just not meant to be realized... and some dreams were meant to be let go...

This day and age...

2008-11-04T22:49:00.002-05:00

I daresay I truly thought I misheard the TV when my mom was flipping through the channels and out came "... women have the lack of testicular power to run in office... "

Arrête.

2008-11-03T00:50:00.004-05:00

Est-ce qu'il y a une syndrome ou le cerveau peut pas arrête, ou on pense trop sans arrête parce que c'est juste pas possible?? Oui ou non, moi, je suis arrivée à cet état, à cause de trop... trop de tout. C'est p-ê à cause de mon idée qu'on peut gérer des émotions par le contrôle des pensées... j'ai p-ê fait trop souvent, la gestion des émotions, mais.. doesn't matter... maintenant je sais seulement que ma tête est surchargée, c'est très difficile à m'endormir... je tjrs pense que je peux être fair qqch plus productif que de couchage... il y a tellement des choses dans la monde je dois apprendre et il faut qu'je ne perde pas de temps à dormir...

oh la vie. je sais pas pour qui j'écris cette poste, pour anonymous, jsais pas. mais jsais que maintenant jsuis un peu plus calme. juste un peu.

Fewer blog posts?

2008-10-19T11:23:00.005-04:00

It's been... a month since I blogged, but I might be able to relate it to this article here; he may or may not have forgotten to study the amount of blog posts when times are down. It's ok, I think I got it: when times like these plow us over, profs don't talk teach their students about recapitalization in finance class, but instead draw up the week's major headlines and rant how the economy is in dire straits... which obviously does not help any midterms or exams their poor students may have, so they start freaking out and stop doing anything else, for example, blogging.

A Whole New World

2008-09-17T14:15:00.001-04:00

A whole new world
A new fantastic point of view
No one to tell us no
Or where to go
Or say we're only dreaming

A whole new world
A dazzling place I never knew
But when I'm way up here
It's crystal clear
That now I'm in a whole new world with you
Now I'm in a whole new world with you

Unbelievable sights
Indescribable feeling
Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling
Through an endless diamond sky

A whole new world
Don't you dare close your eyes
A hundred thousand things to see
Hold your breath - it gets better
I'm like a shooting star
I've come so far
I can't go back to where I used to be

A whole new world
Every turn a surprise
With new horizons to pursue
Every moment red-letter
I'll chase them anywhere
There's time to spare
Let me share this whole new world with you

A smart ray of sunshine

2008-09-14T01:17:00.003-04:00

Currently: craving black maynards

I am happy. Are you?
Perhaps I should have been at this stage a long time ago... but better late than never, yeah?

For one reason or the other, life is just wonderful. For the first time in my life, every single thing going on is great - and the key is to be enjoying it, even if it's not. It's amazing how changing your perspective and being aware about everything can seep into emotion management and flip the world you live in inside out.

School, family, friends, personal goals... seriously, "it's all coming together now", as a friend told me a week ago. I could not be happier going to class... for the first time school is not a chore or an obligation, but something that I look forward to every day, I care about the courses I'm taking, I am interested in my mandatory and tedious courses, and I want to do homework and study and read... the best thing is that all of this applies to every aspect of life really, it's genuine interest and curiosity in everything. I always believed that balance is the most difficult thing to manage in life... and I'm finally mastering it in the way I want.

And for some reason, this isn't just some spurt of motivation from coming back from a trip abroad or anything... it was very, very gradual; alas, changing one's perspective of LIFE isn't an overnight process. But if you take enough time to spend on yourself and just... think...

Sitting in the TTC every morning... I see the glum faces of corporate slaves dragging themselves to work each day... and although I may as well become one of them in a few years, I won't be! I truly believe in finding work that I'll enjoy, and if not well the personal balance will equal it out...

Anyway, needless to say, I am enjoying life. Are you?

The Stupidest question of all

2008-09-01T23:20:00.004-04:00

Before I had even landed, before my departure back home was even remotely close, I had been de-ticipating and trying to answer the question I most dreaded of all: how was Argentina?

To say that this question is stupid to ask would be a gross understatement. Think of it this way, had I asked you how your summer had been back home, can you possibly answer it in a few words? And yet why would you answer with "Same old, I worked all summer", with millions of words in the English language to choose from?

So what does everyone expect for an answer? What's expected of me, I know. But what I expect of the questioner is to keep an open mind; understand that this sort of experience is one that individuals go through the most exhilarating times of their lives, as well as the most dark, demanding experiences they'd ever gone through as well. Thus, to force one to answer with a couple of sentences would give the false impression of them having gone through a mediocre adventure. If you are genuinely interested in "how was Argentina", then ask probing questions for it is difficult to determine where to start articulating such a colourful experience, and allow me three hours to explain to you the most amazing and challenging 3 months of my life.

Or go on a CEED yourself.

Ordered traffic jam

2008-08-29T01:54:00.005-04:00

What the FUCK happened to Yonge and Dundas?!?!

I say that with a tone unlike an unexpected disaster has jumped upon me, but more similar to an event that flipped a fraction of my life over; a tinge of incredulity and excitement mixed together.

This intersection has been "home" for me for the past 2 years, in some sort of way. It's been a short time, but it'll never lose its sense of familiarity; it was indeed the 1 thing I actually remember missing, back in Argentina.

But starting today at 4AM, something extremely weird happened. Adapting to some sort of old process dating back 50 years, "criss-cross" lights were installed, and for the first time in my life I had the freedom of running into the middle of an intersection of roads and laughing like a maniac at all the cars waiting for my and every other pedestrians' crossing. Of course, those who know me would highly doubt I would do such a thing, but I'll have you know that others had done it in my reserved stead, that's for sure...

And although this granted unorderedness had just started, the cars move on. Life moves on, even though every 3 minutes there is a mini-chaos going on, this little change that has made the city that much more efficient. A little cooler. A little more fun. A twist in the city albeit a minor one that everyone is almost already used to... we're all still crossing as we need to cross, on the zebralines yes, ebut subconsciously you know there's a change, you can see it, sense it, this awareness always lingering but never fully ebbing away no matter how used to it you get...

Now, since I've been refusing to blog about being back after 3 weeks... flip this blog upside down to see the underside of the cement for those whounderstand...

Home

2008-08-15T01:40:00.002-04:00

It's been 2 days since I've been home, and 20 minutes since I've seen "my world" in utter amazement.

The last highlight of my CEED experience was facilitating at DRIVE EB National Conference in Southern Cone. That was where my personal experience abroad had come to an end, most prominently when facilitating the functional ICX track. To introduce ourselves, we were to give our names, our @ XP and what exchange meant to us. As each person elaborated on what exchange meant to them, I had 10 more things to say on top of each comment, but that is not the point. As each VP exchange spoke about what X meant to them, I held on tightest to 1 comment: Exchange means to see another reality with the vision you had grown up with and coming back with a different set of eyes.

As I rode the bus back home from the airport on Tuesday, I was simply astonished at how everything felt so normal. Everything was coming at me, peoples' behaviours, the bus, the cleanliness, efficiency... and it all felt... normal. How natural it was to not even embrace home, but just glide along with it and merge. I was in no shock, there were no surprises... no expectations... and nothing has changed. Nothing has changed.

Matters and situations are still the same, people still act the same, routines are still the same... and I can't stand it - at all. I guess this is where I see the change in myself - the lens that separates my old matters from my new ones. Yes there are the little things: everyone's lawns are so green, how could I ever have though it gross to step in grass? I want to roll in everyone's lawns now. who cares if I get home at 3AM? I walked the streets of Buenos Aires at 4AM and took the bus all by myself every night after hardcore partying... drinking tap water from a bar? it's not a concern if TO's pipes are 100 times cleaner than those of Bs As...

But the things that extremely bother me: why are people talking about such useless, mindless topics? Should I be wasting my time on being stupid? Things that use to be fun not anymore, and things that used to matter don't. In some ways I feel like I'm being snobby, but can I be blamed for having seen concerns that really matter?

So... what is excellence? Is it doing better than others in certain things? Is it having a good balance in life? Should we live life to its fullest if it means watching a lot of TV because it keeps you content? What should each of us be doing?

DRIVE

2008-08-10T10:57:00.005-04:00

OK guys this is going to be a weird post...

It's 11:58AM right now, in Argentina. Currently sitting in the room of a hotel in the extremely beautiful city of Córdoba, where co-faci/mc Juanma is giving a session on Effective Presentations. What a mixed bag of feelings right now.

Along with the stress and anxiousness of facilitating conferences, this is the last day I will be spending with my fellow AIESECers, the Argentineans and everyone that I know here in this country. I don't know how to explain the feeling of dancing for the last time with some of the coolest people I know at 5:30AM but what I do know is that I'm extremely motivated, tired as hell, scared, nervous, really effing happy, and trying not to cry - all at the same time.

It's probably - it's actually the worst time to write a blog now, with a million and a half things to do for the last 5 hour of this conference... but for some reason although nearly trembling I feel like I need to write down this amazing and horrible moment of my life.

Before leaving on my CEED, I wasn't afraid of not being able to adapt; I'm a fairly flexible person. The one thing I had most feared was missing everything and everyone back home. What I had concluded about myself was actually quite right - I had adapted extremely well into the society, the AIESEC culture, the life here. But right now, what I was before doesn't seem quite the same. At this moment, what I fear the most is simply seeing familiarity. I can't envision the feeling I'll have of sitting on my bed, hearing native North American English everywhere... riding the TTC... speaking at a normal speed where everyone would understand me... I can't, thinking about it already makes me uncomfortable. Has reverse-culture shock already started? or is it because I've been giving so many of these culture shock sessions that I'm expecting it?

At the same time I can't say that I don't want to leave, but I can't say that I want to either. I'm just not ready. This CEED was supposed to end gradually - having a day to pack, having a few days to shop around for stuff to bring home, seeing everyone for the last time, but no - no! Plans, as I said in the last post, never fuckign work out, and this CEED ended on such a high note I'm just not even ready to leave yet. Starting to get really close and used to my room-mates/the MC, packing for 3 months of life in 2 hours - a result of finding out I'll be faci'ing this leadership role conference only a few days before it... this conference... getting on the nst in southern cone - holy shit, talk about lack of buildup.

It's like a dump truck emptying sand in a pit - super quick and it'll be empty before you know it. It's so unfair. Why are most of the highlights happening at the end of this experience? Too bad for me... all I can do is to move forward and just continue to DRIVE...

Abrazo.

2008-08-05T14:54:00.004-04:00

Wasting no more time
So much to be done
Everything works out
So they say
Over my shoulder
It's tough getting older

Today is my last day in Buenos Aires. My last real day.

I finally went to Retiro Station to get my tickets to Córdoba... wow can you say finally?! Let's not speak about how impossible it was to have these tickets in my hand...

Anyway, while walking there I went through the San Martín park - and how amazing it was. This park I always took for granted was absolutely perfect today. It's in the middle of the craziest part of the city and the port... where the highways and city meets... you have no idea how amazing it feels to be in complete loveliness in the midst of honking cars, pollution and people elbowing you right left and centre...

Weird that I'm speaking about San Martín park now, 'cause just last night when getting out of the General San Martín Estacíon with Tina, we spoke about our first impressions of this area. On both our first days going to the MC office we had this image of it being amazing, because when you are on the escalators from the station going up to the street, you see palm tree leaves and bright morning sunlight... some kind of wonderful... so weird that we both thought the same thing... it's amazing how you look back at first impressions, isn't it? How views and perceptions change so quickly... totally a different story when you were still innocent of "when in reality"...

Well back on topic... this morning walking in San Martín was totally different - a kind of completeness and fulfillment mixed together. I walked up to the bridge overlooking the hill, at Libertador, the highways... with the sun totally blazing down like some sort of blesser... and that was it - when everything came together. This is the end of my trip, the end of my experience... the end of everything that I had been looking forward to before. What a sense of accomplishment, of shame, of fulfillment, of disappointment... a life-changing experience?... well why don't you tell me the factors of life first... let's not even fathom how to measure "change"...

En el collectivo.

2008-08-01T13:23:00.006-04:00

A few hours ago, I may have seen Oncé for the last time.
A few minutes ago, I may have walked on Avenida Florida for the last time.
Today, I may be working in the AIESEC Southern Cone office for the last time, ever.

I didn't expect such an abrupt ending. This is just exactly how my life is, always. I plan, plan, plan to plan, organize... PLAN, and nothing ever turns out the way it's supposed to. EVER.

I was supposed to be leaving for Peru today, or so I thought 2 months ago.
I was supposed to be going to the Provincia to a friend's barn this weekend, 2 weeks ago.
I was supposed to be going to DRIVE conference and leave for Córdoba next Thursday, 2 days ago.
Instead, I'm probably leaving for Cordoba to organize and facilitate this conference ... this Monday.

Live. Laugh. Love.

Colours of a tune

2008-07-28T13:55:00.004-04:00

Wow, what an awkward 10 minutes.

Working in an MC office is quite daunting, I'll admit it. But working in an MC office with all internationals is just... awkward, sometimes. Listed below is the current MC in Southern Cone:

Tina (vp projects) - Czech Republic
Vika (vp X) - Russia
Emil (vp F)- Chile
Javi (vp ER/Comm)- Mexico
Marina (vp TM)- Russia
Juan Ma (vp ER) - Mexico
Maxi (mcp) - Argentina

I always thought that I had quite the comprehensive playlist, it really has everything - techno, dance, reggaeton, indie, rock, hard metal - but being put in this position with people from different places, my playlist can be great or bad, depending on the point of view.

10 minutes ago I asked if I can put on some music - "of course, play something" - I looked through my entire iTunes music list and for the first time in my life I couldn't choose a song to cater to my audience; I didn't want to put on anything they didn't like since it might bother them doing their work, so I left it as it was...

"where is this music you were going to play, Irene?" asks Marina from Russia... *cricket cricket*

So I end up cracking up in embarrassment and explained to them my "challenge"... another 5 minutes pass because I really didn't know what to choose and just told them to let me know if the music bothers them...

Seriously, that was the most awkward 10 minutes I've had with them so far, and I've been working with them for 2 months. More weird than extremely awkward situations at nightclubs, more weird than incorrect translations and word combinations in English, more weird than our barriers of connecting on a personal level 'cause of our different cultures...

So I put on Banana Pancakes by Jack Johnson. No cumbia from Colombia, no festive mexican music, no Chilean pop, no Mika... just Banana Pancakes.

The longest Winter of all...

2008-07-28T06:40:00.002-04:00

I left the summer for winter, but what a perfect summer to abandon as I hear Toronto's all soggy this year...

but I can't help but hate the mid-like weather here, it's not extremely cold or extremely hot, something I discovered that I hate. As the days are quite similarly cold, I anticipate each day to get a littler colder (as Canadian winters) only to find myself getting hotter and hotter each day under the amount of layers I've piled on. So odd.

And sometimes when my iPod shuffles to a Christmas song I almost expect Christmas to come... such a weird thing, what Winter in Canada has created inside me, some sort of internal calendar of temperatures and holidays...

I'm glad I'll be able to enjoy the last bit of summer when I get home though, hopefully it won't be too wet...

"No time concept"

2008-07-23T12:50:00.003-04:00

"You have no time concept!" is something often scolded at me by my mother, when I'm at home, of course. But how can anyone have no concept of time? I dared not ever challenge her choice of words, or lack thereof, as I knew that in reality I don't have good time management skills.

It's a funny thing here in South America, the concept of time. In Argentina, at least, I've felt like I've been dreaming this whole time, everything that's happened was one whole adventure, and it definitely has not yet ended.

That's because the days just never end.

But contrary to what should've happened, the days being extremely long here has actually improved my time mgt. There's so much lack thereof that I can't stand wasting my time away, just like everyone else. There's so much time to do everything and anything you want that somehow my productivity level just shoots right up. This entire city generally being so inefficient has made me much more so in a way.

Maybe it's 'cause there's so much to do in this city, so full of people and work, there's always something or someone to help out, to work with, to catch up on... not just personally but with everyone else, maybe it's because everyone procrastinates, no idea... but time is just a different meaning here, really...

For example, before going to a meeting with Unilever one would hope to arrive at least 15 minutes before the meeting... right? No... apparently I'm crazy because sipping on coffee 3 minutes before entering the building alright to mr MC VP ER and PBoX OCP... "Chill out Irene, we have 3 minutes" - but the red tape to go upstairs! there's a lineup to get a pass at the reception! - no, don't worry... I swear, I thought Mexico was in North America... in the end we got in the office at 10:23.

Another example: arriving early at someone's house is rude. They have better things to do rather than host you before you're supposed to arrive, and you're expected to arrive late...

EG: Saying "yes" to go somewhere usually means "maybe"... and if you actually do arrive, you're about 2-3 hours late. Some Argentinians got a shock when a fellow Canadian hosted a goodbye party - a few of "us" (including me) arrive around 10, when it started at 9 - ok cool, but a bunch of others arrived around 3 to find everyone else either gone or cleaning up... haha...

EG: Clubs. Boliches. Going out means pre-gaming at 12/1 and arriving at 2. Party 'til the morning and have breakfast at 8. Work at 9.

Rambles, rambles, but there are a million stories I can tell about my experiences with time here...

Multi-orgasm

2008-07-22T18:46:00.009-04:00

I remember last semester when I took my first English course in university, extremely excited and hoping to brush up on my creative writing skills. Unfortunately I didn't get that chance, and was instead lead to reading boring short stories on Canadian immigrants.

At the time, being disappointed in the course didn't help my interest in the stories, either. It was definitely impossible to choose reading about toilet squatters and the harsh realities of Canadian weather rather than figuring out Accounting cases and reading Financial reports. But now that I have been, in a way - dare I say - a temporary "immigrant", it's starting to dawn on me that I should have retained more of the experiences described in the shorts rather than mentally throw them away after the final exam.

Scanning through the notes I had typed throughout the course, I am starting to realize, with a bit of fear, the immense relevance of our discussions which I mostly spent balancing Income Statements. Conforming to norms, squatting, basic survival instincts, necessary adaptation- not wanting to adapt to certain norms (!!), everyday mundane things... what is success/failure??? Vulnerability - being in a limbo state - acceptance?! Such a huge "OMG" that I feel like jumping... !! I can now relate to all of these things, and more... too much to say, just way too much to say...

And the other day before practically re-engineering the LC's Cultural Shock Session I looked at my CEED Pre-departure Course booklet and dude... found myself reading it and preparing the session 'til the next morning after coming home at 3am from 2 parties... everything in that book is so true, everything!! Extremely uncanny how I saw my entire experience roll out through that book... goosebumps while presenting the next week... and making the last 2 months of my life a part of the session, oh man...

And now, thanks to CIDA, Cultural Shock Session in Buenos Aires isn't just a Culture Shock session, but how to be an Interculturally Effective Person - a session I believe mandatory not just for trainees but every AIESECer out there, really...

Endonces, thank you, CIDA... and Professor Lee-Loy...

Oh dear, and what a coincidence that iTunes has just shuffled to "New Soul" by Yael Naïm...

I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit bout how to give and take
But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake

See I'm a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit bout how to give and take
But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake

Siempre...

2008-07-15T08:28:00.003-04:00

Pero me acuerdo de ti...
Y otra vez pierdo la calma
Pero me acuerdo de ti...
Y se me desgarra el alma
Pero me acuerdo de ti...
Y se borra mi sonrisa
Pero me acuerdo de ti...
Y mi mundo se hace trizas...

Fin d'une autre page...

2008-07-14T14:30:00.004-04:00

Take time to realize
That your warmth is
Crashing down on in.
Take time to realize,
That I am on your side
Didn't I, didn't I tell you.

But I can't spell it out for you,
No it's never gonna be that simple.
No I cant spell it out for you...

If you just realize what I just realized
that we'd be perfect for each other
and we'll never find another
Just realize what I just realized
and we'll never have to wonder if
we missed out on each other now.