What If I grab you, and push you in the bathroom, I could make out with you and tell you I love you…. And you say “It’s not gonna work, it’s not gonna work, it’s not gonna work”and I say we can work it out, we can work it out, we can work it out”



In every life, we have some trouble.

Aint got no place to lay your head, somebody came and took your bed.

The landlord says your rent is late, he may have to litigate.

Aint got no cash, ain’t got no style, ain’t got no girl to make you smile.

Don’t worry, be happy. Don’t worry about a thing, cause every little thing is gonna be alright.

Rise up this morning, smiled with the risin’ sun. Three little birds sit by my doorstep, singin’ sweet songs of melodies pure and true, sayin’,

Don’t worry ’bout a thing,
‘Cause every little thing is gonna be alright.

Don’t worry, be happy.






“The struggle for acceptance is a struggle that begins with loss.

You may have lost someone so important that your life threatens to collapse into emptiness.

You may have lost faith in all-good, all powerful God.

You may have lost a relationship with someone who made you feel safe and good about yourself.

You may have lost freedom or control or a dream, shelter or safety or survival.

Search among the ashes of despair for the embers of courage.

God will rekindle your spirit.


Pokémon Fever

Dear Roomie,

Don’t you see you have been disturbing me for more than a week now?

Can’t you realize I never engrossed to listen to your old repetitive love story? Are you not bothered that I close my bed curtain every time you started talking?

Are you really that insensitive? Are you not aware that we hate your loud voice, and your loud music and your nauseating strange character?

I think you don’t seem so.

Don’t you know I nap today in my office because I was deprived of sleep last night? Because it was 12 midnight when you screamed  founding Pokémon in our room?  The hell of you! Are you high from drugs?

Please just poke your face as you play Pokémon, spare us from your craziness.  Act with your age. Play at the right time. Practice common sense.


Good morning heartache

Good morning heartache, you old gloomy sight

Thought we said goodbye last night

I turned and tossed until it seemed you had gone
But here you are with the dawn.

Wish I’d forget you, but you’re here to stay
It seems I met you when my love went away
Now everyday I start by saying to you
Good morning heartache, what’s new.

Stop haunting me now
I can’t shake you no how
Just leave me alone
You see I’ve got those Monday blues
Straight through Sunday blues.

Good morning heartache, here we go again
Good morning heartache, you’re the one who knew me when
Might as well get used to you hanging around
Good morning heartache, sit down, sit down.


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