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*archie, betty, veronica, kris, and adam

May 31, 2009
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Real America voted for Guy Next Door over Guyliner.

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The All American Boy proposed to the Bratty Brunette over the Benevolent Blonde .

Archie 600

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Funny how.

*and they meant you just for me

May 27, 2009
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I wonder who I'll sing this to. Haha.

But seriously, I am entranced by this song. Heard it first from the movie "The Object of My Affection", which I love. (Btw, the book is waaay better than the movie. As is usually the case.)

Turns out that Sting was not the first singer of this song (Gene Kelly sang it in "Singing In The Rain"), yet the music and lyrics are as relevant as they were decades back.

No official music video, so I'll settle with this movie montage.

You were meant for me by Sting

You Were Meant For Me

written by Nacio Herb Brown & Arthur Freed

Life was a song

You came along

I lay awake the whole night through

If I should dare

To think you care

This is what I'd say to you

You were meant for me

And I was meant for you

Nature fashioned you

And when she was done

You were all those good things

Rolled into one

You're like a plaintive melody

That never lets me be

I'm content the angels must have sent you

And they meant you just for me

*well that was the river, this is the sea!

May 26, 2009
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Inspired by my recent trip to the beach, I'd like to share a well-written song by one of my favorite bands - The Waterboys. The song always gets me thinking each time I think of it (in a good way) and I hope you find a personal meaning to it too.

Waterboys This is the Sea

These things you keep

You'd better throw them away

You wanna turn your back

On your soulless days

Once you were tethered

And now you are free

Once you were tethered

Well now you are free

That was the river

This is the sea!

Now if you're feelin' weary

If you've been alone too long

Maybe you've been suffering from

A few too many

Plans that have gone wrong

And you're trying to remember

How fine your life used to be

Running around banging your drum

Like it's 1973

Well that was the river

This is the sea!

Wooo!

Now you say you've got trouble

You say you've got pain

You say've got nothing left to believe in

Nothing to hold on to

Nothing to trust

Nothing but chains

You're scouring your conscience

Raking through your memories

Scouring your conscience

Raking through your memories

But that was the river

This is the sea yeah!

Now i can see you wavering

As you try to decide

You've got a war in your head

And it's tearing you up inside

You're trying to make sense

Of something that you just can't see

Trying to make sense now

And you know you once held the key

But that was the river

And this is the sea!

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!

Now i hear there's a train

It's coming on down the line

It's yours if you hurry

You've got still enough time

And you don't need no ticket

And you don't pay no fee

No you don't need no ticket

You don't pay no fee

Because that was the river

And this is the sea!

Behold the sea!

*yay!

May 19, 2009

Olivia was back in town for a whirlwind vacation, the way she quickied last year.

Prior to her emigration in 2007, I barely spent time with her. There was a rather long period of non-interaction that ensued between her last few days in the same company we worked for and the day she flew to the middle east. The good thing about our relationship, though, is that we barely need time and space to reassure each other of the corny-cheesy-gooey things well-meaning friends are prone to. The corny-cheesy-gooey part has been hurdled way before (world) geography had separated us, the tearful phone call I made a day before her flight only being a sediment of all that goo.

It doesn't take much to bring our dynamics back to that familiar groove. Seeing her Saturday night after a year only seemed like seeing her a hiatus from our once-frequent all-nighters. We hugged, got ourselves drinks, and began our intellectual-slash-mundane ruminations - something we'd do on a normal day anyway (except that she was in opaque tights and peeptoes).

Our most decent pic

I appreciate our twisted union, which we share with a few more friends. I appreciate most of all the comfort that comes from not having to worry about how the other person feels, or how our relationship is untainted by schema or personal shit, or how there's no need for adjustments of any sort. Much like home.

Last weekend, it wasn't just her who was back in town.