Random Thoughts

Some blogs are philosophical, while some just bitch about their daily happenings. What do i want to achieve with mine? I've actually posed this question to myself a number of times actually before starting my blog and the final answer was that i wanted it to somewhat be a reflection of my feelings and my thoughts. Unexpectedly, i couldn't make it to become one because when i have that sudden surge of feelings, i just do not know how to put it into words. Let me just quote one of this blogger that i've been reading on and off.

The perfection of imperfections

I've always compare myself to perfect people, always seeking perfection.
But then i slow down my pace and take a look around.
I realised there's no such thing as a perfect person or a perfect world.

Imperfection can be a form of beauty.
The beauty is that you know it does exist.

Isn't it just so magnificent? The way the person pictures life and then describing it the way the he/she views it? Sometimes, in fact, all the time, i admire people with such writing skills and such out of the box kind of thinking. Its great, i simply love it.

Ok, enough of such thoughts already that's making me jealous. Here's one song that i've been repeating over and over again on my winamp.

Its HOME by Michael Buble (ok, how do u make that stupid letter e with something on top?)

Another summer day
Is come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm

Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another aerorplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
But this was not your dream
But you always believe in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
And even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Oh, let go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home