Bus tune on last Wednesday of 2009

'Cause you give me something
That makes me scared, alright
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try
Please give me something
'Cause someday I might know my heart

Hooey glancing out as she nods with the song.

Year end typically strikes me more than year start.


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Last Monday of 2009

"have yourself a merry little Xmas"

I dunno why this song kept coming back to my head even tho it's 3 days past xmas.

I always envisioned this song with a quiet snowy scene. One perhaps walking along the ice lake with the woods on the other side. Looking around, with somewhat a lonely feel to it, yet reminding oneself to be cheerful for it's Xmas. And then, the Christmas carols can heard further up the path. A Cosy looking home with Xmas lighting seen through the window panes. ..

Have yourself a merry little Xmas day.


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Hearing/listening

Perhaps I should not put a slash between the 2. Both obviously different meaning though they use the same function.

It just seems overtime, I had the 2 mixed up. And now, I have been reminded how I haven really been doing the latter.

I know, habits happen because of repeatability. Good or bad, they take form once it's started and gains momentum.

If you stopped listening, you might just not get the chance to. If you just hear, the other can sense you are not listening, and might just grant you your wish of not sharing. And all you hear eventually, is just silence.


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Public commute

My whole entire entry about public commute was erased with a phone call.

Cut the story short. I missed Tokyo. I miss the quiet when one shuttles.

It's not all about giving up your seat only and
blabbering, complaining loudly, playing games with the sounds full blast.

It's also giving peace to your fellow commuters. Being understanding with one's words or rather silence along with actions.