Here's to 2012

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May dreams take flight. May you find what you love doing.

May love be all around.

Happy 2012 :)

My Poppa

I heard my dad sing tonight.

Leader of the Band, the song he sang.

Sure I've heard of his past feats: Winning my mom's heart with his guitar, clinching top spots at Talent Time shows...
I've never doubted for a second that my daddykins was one talented cookie, and a charmer at that.

But all these didn't stop my jaw from dropping when he sang tonight... for the first time in many years.

All I could think of was... I didn't know he could sing THAT well.

Such a soulful voice.

You could tell, someone who could sing this well, would've had dreams and hopes of being somebody.

And for years, I thought I was the one in the family who could sing.

My brother eyed the karaoke machine in disbelief when he walked into the room and heard my dad's voice.
"You mean there's no accompanying audio?" He looked me in the eye, half grinning.

Before my parents turned in for the night, my mom nudged me again playfully.
"So girl, that was the first time you heard Daddy sing?"
"So how? What do you think?" My dad probed, lying on his bed, drowsy from all the beer he had from the dinner.

"Very good ar... Daddy has a very rugged voice... Like those you'd hear from Hotel California." I managed, in a calm tone, wondering why I found it so hard to express my admiration for my father.

"Jodi you forgot last time when you were little, Daddy used to play guitar for you... then you'd come and mess up all my strings..." He faded off into laughter, looking at my Mom reminiscing the good old days.

He smiled. They both laughed.



Daddy, I'm so proud to be your daughter :)



Leader of the band

An only child alone and wild
A cabinet maker's son
His hands were meant for different work
And his heart was known to none
He left his home and went his lone
And solitary way
And he gave to me
A gift I know I never can repay

A quiet man of music
Denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier once
But his music wouldn't wait
He earned his love through discipline
A thundering, velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls
Took me years to understand

The leader of the band is tired
And his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument
And his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt
To imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy
To the leader of the band

My brothers' lives were different
For they heard another call
One went to Chicago
And the other to St. Paul
And I'm in Colorado
When I'm not in some hotel
Living out this life I've chose
And come to know so well

I thank you for the music
And your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom
When it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness
And the times when you got tough
And, papa, I don't think
I said, "I love you" near enough

The leader of the band is tired
And his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument
And his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt
To imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy
To the leader of the band
I am the living legacy
To the leader of the band

Picking up a script today

Feels pretty damn good.

Let's drop the pretense

Cause there simply ain't no other reason to act like I care.

Please pardon me. I'm no mean person, I'm just tired. I've just become more of a loner.

Please try to understand. I'm doing my best. If you can't, then I'm sorry you and I aren't on the same page.


It's a pity. But I'm gonna move on.

让我们呐喊吧

让我们呐喊吧
因为今天老娘喜欢，老娘爱，老娘要
不要再多说话，我已经收拾好行囊


让我们呐喊吧
有谁也想加入，我给你5秒钟决定
不能再等，现在就得启程


让我们呐喊吧
故事会从发出的第一声开始
他们说的有多美，你看到的一定更美


让我们呐喊吧
最真诚的嘶吼，你才算真正的活过
我不保证，有谁能保证

前面的路给我弄得越模糊越好

老娘就是喜欢