| I touched those hated freckles lightly and sighed, |
Motto touku made isshoni yuketara nee | I wished we could go together farther, |
Omoi de wa itsumo kirei dakedo | Memories are always beautiful, |
Kowashite naoshite wakatteru noni | I understand breaking apart and putting back together |
Omoikiri aketa hidari mimi no piasu ni wa nee | I pierced my left ear to forget, |
Sobakasu no kazu wo kazoetemiru | Counting up the number of freckles |
Omoi de wa itsumo kirei dakedo | Memories are always beautiful, |
SOBAKASU Try to sing along with the video!
Thursday, July 27, 2006
West Coast or East Coast?!
Saturday, July 08, 2006
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I'm enjoying my sound trippin afternoon here in the office... This nice song... I dunno... It is just a one hit wonder but why am I so addicted to it... Weird..
WESTSIDE
TQ
From the album They Never Saw Me Coming
Year: 1998
This is goin' out To the whole wide Westside Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah Break it down for me Steady Mobbin (Rock) rock on
I was just a young boy livin' in the Up City Eastside Compton, G Back in the days when Ice Cube and Eazy Had every nigga talkin' 'bout, Boy, you can't fuck with me Remember Ice-T had the power (Ooh, wee) Hearin' gunshot lickin' by the hour When Too $hort bumpin' every supersport And taught us all how to ride for the West Coast
To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at Throw your dubs in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care From L.A. to the Bay, what you say All day, every day, any damn day Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down Goin' on and on, it don't stop, won't stop Can't stop the rideda That's why I put it down for the Westside
Didn't seem that long ago (Oh, no) We were stealin' forties out the liquor store (Oh, no) Mama started trippin', so it's time to go Out to the park with the locsters Hah, everybody broke smokin' roaches DJ Quik was da shit Had every nigga claimin' he was from the CPT Ya' remember One time tried to clown We had to burn this bitch on down
One time for my niggas in incarceration I blaze a dime with you for havin' lots of patience Two times for my sisters at the county building I got some Westside love for all you ghetto children Three times for my niggas that done passed away I tip some gin for you and pray for better days One day everything's gonna be fine But until that day my only reply Is Westside till I die
To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at Throw your dubs in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care From L.A. to the Bay, what you say All day, every day, any damn day Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down Goin' on and on, it don't stop, won't stop Can't stop, you could rideda Got to give it up for the Westside
From Crenshaw to Foothill Boulevard All I see is lowlows in mob cars, datin's and Five stars All the true hoes is hittin' switches with all the finest riches Of course the bombest bitches, don't get it twisted Ask me what's a real G Show me a nigga scrappin' back Against the wall until his knuckles bleed (Knuckles bleed) Screamin' death to all our enemies and those who don't believe West Coast livin' be da shit to me
One time for my niggas in incarceration (Ooh, yeah) I blaze a dime with you for havin' lots of patience Two times for my sisters at the county building I got some love for all you little ghetto children Three times for my niggas that done passed away I tip some gin for you and pray for better days One day everything's gonna be fine But until that day my only reply Is Westside till I die
To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at Throw your dubs in the air Wave 'em like you just don't care From L.A. to the Bay, what you say All day (All day), every day (Every day) Any damn day (Any damn day) Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down Goin' on and on (Goin' on and on) It don't stop (And on and on), won't stop Can't stop, you could rideda You got to give it up for the Westside
To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at (Whoa,whoa,whoa) Throw your dubs in the air, wave 'em like you just don't care From L.A. to the Bay, what you say All day, every day (Every day), any damn day (Any damn day) Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down Goin' on and on (Goin' on and on) It don't stop (And on and on), won't stop (And on and on), can't stop You could rideda La, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at Throw your dubs in the air Wave 'em like you just don't care From L.A. to the Bay, what you say All day (All day), every day (Every day) Sny damn day (Any damn day) Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down Goin' on and on, it don't stop, won't stop Can't stop, you could rideda TQ gon' give it up for the Westside To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at Throw your dubs in the air Wave 'em like you just don't care From L.A. to the Bay, what you say All day, every day, any damn day Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down Goin' on and on, it don't stop, won't stop Can't stop, you could rideda Got to give it up for the Westside!!!!!
I was just a young boy livin' in the Up City Eastside Compton, G Back in the days when Ice Cube and Eazy Had every nigga talkin' 'bout, Boy, you can't fuck with me Remember Ice-T had the power (Ooh, wee) Hearin' gunshot lickin' by the hour When Too $hort bumpin' every supersport And taught us all how to ride for the West Coast
To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at Throw your dubs in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care From L.A. to the Bay, what you say All day, every day, any damn day Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down Goin' on and on, it don't stop, won't stop Can't stop the rideda That's why I put it down for the Westside
Didn't seem that long ago (Oh, no) We were stealin' forties out the liquor store (Oh, no) Mama started trippin', so it's time to go Out to the park with the locsters Hah, everybody broke smokin' roaches DJ Quik was da shit Had every nigga claimin' he was from the CPT Ya' remember One time tried to clown We had to burn this bitch on down
One time for my niggas in incarceration I blaze a dime with you for havin' lots of patience Two times for my sisters at the county building I got some Westside love for all you ghetto children Three times for my niggas that done passed away I tip some gin for you and pray for better days One day everything's gonna be fine But until that day my only reply Is Westside till I die
To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at Throw your dubs in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care From L.A. to the Bay, what you say All day, every day, any damn day Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down Goin' on and on, it don't stop, won't stop Can't stop, you could rideda Got to give it up for the Westside
From Crenshaw to Foothill Boulevard All I see is lowlows in mob cars, datin's and Five stars All the true hoes is hittin' switches with all the finest riches Of course the bombest bitches, don't get it twisted Ask me what's a real G Show me a nigga scrappin' back Against the wall until his knuckles bleed (Knuckles bleed) Screamin' death to all our enemies and those who don't believe West Coast livin' be da shit to me
One time for my niggas in incarceration (Ooh, yeah) I blaze a dime with you for havin' lots of patience Two times for my sisters at the county building I got some love for all you little ghetto children Three times for my niggas that done passed away I tip some gin for you and pray for better days One day everything's gonna be fine But until that day my only reply Is Westside till I die
To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at Throw your dubs in the air Wave 'em like you just don't care From L.A. to the Bay, what you say All day (All day), every day (Every day) Any damn day (Any damn day) Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down Goin' on and on (Goin' on and on) It don't stop (And on and on), won't stop Can't stop, you could rideda You got to give it up for the Westside
To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at (Whoa,whoa,whoa) Throw your dubs in the air, wave 'em like you just don't care From L.A. to the Bay, what you say All day, every day (Every day), any damn day (Any damn day) Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down Goin' on and on (Goin' on and on) It don't stop (And on and on), won't stop (And on and on), can't stop You could rideda La, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at Throw your dubs in the air Wave 'em like you just don't care From L.A. to the Bay, what you say All day (All day), every day (Every day) Sny damn day (Any damn day) Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down Goin' on and on, it don't stop, won't stop Can't stop, you could rideda TQ gon' give it up for the Westside To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at Throw your dubs in the air Wave 'em like you just don't care From L.A. to the Bay, what you say All day, every day, any damn day Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down Goin' on and on, it don't stop, won't stop Can't stop, you could rideda Got to give it up for the Westside!!!!!
Now what am I to choose?
Thursday, June 22, 2006
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There seems to be a mixup here...I was confused then about what I would be going as far as my career goes. Now that I am seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, I am now being offered other positions. Now what the hell am I gonna do? On the contrary I would still know that I am currently enjoying my work. How would we be able to choose between the PROS: where I could earn bigger, I could be higer in position and the CONS: where I would be still under operations, mostly getting nowhere but where I am enjoying work. I have decided to go with the latter since that would be preferrable for a guy my age. Hey! Where did I get the idea that I am aging? huh? Well, I dunno really. I don't know what to do right now... I'm just gonna need more time I think and wait and see how far it goes... Hopefully there would still be more room for promotion in the future... Good luck to me I guess!...
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Love...a tired one...
Sunday, June 04, 2006
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You sometimes really get tired of loving... I have given up again on goin back to my same old story... Bein fooled once again... I never really want t do it but it always comes to a point that I have to in order to be happy... At what cost? You really say it is costly. A date nowadays is not that affordable, if you would want to keep your partner happy you would have to think about how yed be able to spend the next day on a different manner to become interesting. These days, it's really not about the sex and how I often have to do it because that would really be not a relationship if I would only be the one who's happy right?! Who's to tell what I have to do, it's not a script at all so you run out of ideas after a while. Like you are burned out at work, the same goes here. I don't really complain a lot but it seems I am again. Well, not much on other people... I usually complain about what I do everyday... Am I complaining now? Yeah...you can say that... I just do this because I am hurt I guess...just loaded myself with tons of work so I wouldn't be grieving over this...this is becoming too pathetic. Go figure!
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