Good Life

Woke up in London yesterday
Found myself in the city near Piccadilly
Don't really know how I got here
I got some pictures on my phone

New names and numbers that I don't know
Address to places like Abbey Road
Day turns to night, night turns to whatever we want
We're young enough to say

Oh this has gotta be the good life
This has gotta be the good life
This could really be a good life, good life

Say oh, got this feeling that you can't fight
Like this city is on fire tonight
This could really be a good life
A good, good life

To my friends in New York, I say hello
My friends in L.A. they don't know
Where I've been for the past few years or so
Paris to China to Col-or-ado

Sometimes there's airplanes I can' t jump out
Sometimes there's bullshit that don't work now
We are god of stories but please tell me-e-e-e
What there is to complain about

When you're happy like a fool
Let it take you over
When everything is out
You gotta take it in

Hopelessly
I feel like there might be something that I'll miss
Hopelessly
I feel like the window closes oh so quick
Hopelessly
I'm taking a mental picture of you now
'Cuz hopelessly
The hope is we have so much to feel good about

One Art

*Tap himself on the shoulder and says Good Job!
After every exams, my brain feels empty..
And so, this is the time where all those crazy emotions step in.
Where all these negativity sources come from?
Sigh..
All I need is a moment of silence, recharge and then brings my chin high up again.
It was a crazy week cramped with formulas and test questions.
I had my first poem reading last week, I did Sonnet 18 that is teh classic love poem.
Why I choose the poem? The world need to spread more love I guess.
One of my classmate performed a poem called 'One Art'..
It was about losing something to a certain degree of significance and you felt the lost.
From losing key to losing estates and finally someone you love..
Now I am trying to think back what I've lost and gained..
Well,I lost my old life and I gain my new life..
Does that ever make sense?
No, life never makes sense but the element of suprise in our lives is what kept us going.
As a matter of fact, nothing suprises me anymore..
Cuz I have nothing to lose to my new life.
I'm like a homeless man who barely recovered from the Hurricane Katrina..
Loses something and never want to own anything precious again..
The sad part about this is that I am wishing everyone a good one but not for myself.
Is there somebody out there who claps for me when the stage light is on?
Or is there someone who laughs dry when I fall?

It's time to end this post and get back from where I started.. May all of us have a good one!