Music…

Breathe (2 AM)

Wreck of the Day

Anna Nalick
and Words

2 a.m. and she calls me ′cause I’m still awake
“Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?
I don′t love him, winter just wasn’t my season”
Yeah, we walk through the doors, so accusing, their eyes
Like they have any right at all to criticize
Hypocrites, you’re all here for the very same reason

′Cause you can′t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable
And life′s like an hourglass glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button, girl
So cradle your head in your hands
And breathe, just breathe
Oh, breathe, just breathe

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


I started this blog over four years ago.  A dear friend who read my impassioned posts on Facebook encouraged me.  While I had never written professionally (and still haven’t), I kept an online journal decades ago.  Furthermore, I do not exaggerate when I claim that my writing led me to find the love of my life, or more accurately, for her to find me.  However, I first put that journal on ice and eventually pulled the plug.  I have told this story several times; for those who have read my writing, you’ll remember.

While WordPress allows the author to scope the visibility of particular posts, I choose not to.  My posts are visible to everyone.  I try to update this blog once every two weeks; it keeps me accountable.  I imagine I’ll run out of songs or memories someday, though until then, the posts continue.  When I first started, I texted the links to the posts to a handful of friends.  One day, I got an unexpected response.

Continue reading “Why I write”

Music…

Please Mr. Postman

環球萃取升級精選 許冠傑3

Sam Hui
and Words

Wait!
Oh yes, wait just a minute Mr. Postman
Wait!
Wait, Mr. Postman

Please Mr. Postman, look and see
Whoa, yeah
Is there a letter in your bag for me?
Please, please Mr. Postman
It′s been a might long time
Whoa, yeah
Since I heard from that girl of mine

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


We arrive at Wild Ginger early on a weekday evening.  It’s an Asian fusion restaurant and one of our favorites.  The bar runs lengthwise along the front façade of the restaurant, save for the entry.  Small circular tables line the windows that overlook the street, Bellevue Way; they sit opposite the bar.  As we enter, we head directly to the bar area, where they have open seating.  We select two adjoining seats in the bar and place our bags in an adjoining seat.

Two shallow shelves line the entire wall behind the bar, each discreetly lit with LED strips that emit a magical luminescence.  These shelves display the distilled liquors, both flavored and straight.  The subtle light shines through the colored bottles like a kaleidoscope, beckoning you to have a taste at the hands of their mixologists.

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