Cyber hugs are all welcome. It's just one of those days.
If there're guys who'd grant me that, keep it manly, okay? ::laughs::
by R. Kelly
I'm just bein' real, you know
I'm like the sun, I'm tryin' to shine on everybody
You know what I'm sayin'
But it's like situation after situation, you know
So I write about it to get it off my chest, you heard
Dear mama, you wouldn't believe what I'm goin' through
But still I got my head up just like I promised you
Every since you left your baby, boy's been dealin'with
Problem after problem, tell me what am I supposed to do
See, I get lost sometimes, don't understand this place
Look in the mirror sometimes and see a troubled face
And then my tears roll down and hit the sink
Then I hold my head up high, I hope the Man upstairs can hear my cry
All these questions deep inside my mind
Like if Jesus loved me, why he leave my side, mama
I'm still tryin' to get the answer why
You were young, 45, and you had to die
I'm always tryin' to help people out
And it's them same people tryin' to take food out my mouth
(Fo' real tho') It seems like the more money I make
(Fo' real tho') The more drama y'all try to create
(Fo' real tho') And through I try to move into the positive
(Fo' real tho') The more y'all don't wanna let me live
When will you realize that I don't owe you nothin'
Need to get up off your butt and go get your own somethin'
I'm pullin' on my hair to keep from snappin' off
Fools ride up in my camp and be actin' off
Somebody out there please pray what I'm talkin' 'bout
Still young tryin' to figure it out
Heaven, I need a hug
Is there anybody out there willin' to embrace a thug
Feelin' like a change of heart
And all I really need is a sign or a word from God
So shower down on me, wet me with your love
I need you to take me and lift me up, oh, yeah
I gave 13 years of my life to this industry
Hit song or not, I've given all of me
You smile in my face and tell me that you love
But then before you know the truth, you're so quick to judge me
That's alright, go ahead, keep talkin'
'Cause I'mma hold my head up high and keep walkin'
And reach for the sky, focus on the plan
Rescue the ghetto with his paper a pen
And this is for the homies that we lost
Yo', we cannot forget y'all, so the hats come off
We pour a little liquor out for the memory
I know y'all up there sittin' on chrome in them pearly streets
The street survivors before careful, stay alive
I'm prayin' for your families, I hope you pray for mine
(Fo' real tho') Used to be a time you wished me well
(Fo' real tho') It hurts to know you wanna see me fail
(Fo' real tho') And don't forget I kept you out of jail
(Fo' real tho') Where's my arms when you needed to be held
They turn they backs on you, who was there believin'
Who said your troubles were only for a season
In church together tryin' to pick up all the pieces
And now you betray me, I bind you in the name of Jesus
Somebody please pray what I'm talkin' 'bout
Still young tryin' to figure it all out
Heaven, I need a hug
Is there anybody out there willin' to embrace a thug
Feelin' like a change of heart
And all I really need is a sign or a word from God
(Please shower down)
So shower down on me, wet me with your love (Yeah)
I need you to take me and lift me up (Oh...oh...yeah, yeah, yeah)
Man, I tell you it's enough to make you wanna give it up
Thank God for my fans 'cause through it all they show me love
To my sister and two brothers
Tell me why can't we just try to get along with one another
And stop hurtin' one another, fightin' one another
Man, I pray to God He get my family back together
Let me see what wanna see, just to blind me
All of these luxuries, wine and dining
And then You push me out in front to get behind me
Then You sat me up by blessin' me to bind me
I'm a grown man with kids now, stakes are higher
Gotta go to church now to avoid the fire
Frankly, y'all to keep it real I'm just tired
Have dreams of bein' dead, but the devil is alive
(Fo' real tho') Church folks, you need to stop judgin'
(Fo' real tho') Or you will be the first to be judged
(Fo' real tho') And women stop dependin' on us men
(Fo' real tho') And start dependin' on the Man above, feel me
And as for Robert', here's what I need to do
Get rid of them clowns and get myself a whole 'nother crew
Media, do your job
But please just don't make my job so hard
Somebody please pray what I'm talkin' 'bout
I'm still young tryin' to figure it all out
Heaven, I need a hug
Is there anybody out there willin' to embrace a thug
Feelin' like a change of heart
And all I really need is a sign or a word from God
So shower down on me (Shower down on me now), wet me with your love
I need you to take me (Please) and lift me up, yeah,
yeah (Said I'm callin' on heaven)
Heaven, I need a hug
Is there anybody out there willin' to embrace a thug
Feelin' like a change of heart
And all I really need is a sign or a word from God
So shower down on me, wet me with your love
I need you to take me and lift me up (Lift me up),
yeah, yeah (Heaven I need)
Heaven, I need a hug (Ooh, yeah, yeah)
Is there anybody out there willin' to embrace a thug
Said I'm Feelin' like a change of heart (Hey)
And all I really need is a sign or a word from God (Ooh, yeah)
So shower down on me (Shower down), wet me with your love (Take me)
I need you to take me and lift me up, yeah, yeah
.:Meet The Fockers:.
Saw it, prolly not reviewing it. We'll see, though.
.:Ack!:.
I’ve asked. So far, she doesn’t seem to take non-Chinese suitors and crushes seriously. And, by all accounts, non-Chinese who can speak Chinese get huge plus points.
I should’ve figured she’d be traditional Chinese, but I guess the family name seemed to make me feel that she was half-Chinese… oh, well. I should’ve known better.
.:Fearless Leader's Celebration:.
And so Kathy celebrated her birthday albeit belatedly last Saturday. I got to her house a bit before six, I believe, and then we more or less did some last minute purchases, mainly for ice. I think we bought a 100 kilograms of ice from Ministop or something, while Kath also bought a jester's cap from Cash and Carry. Soon enough, after all that, and worrying over her clam pasta sauce lest it spilled all over the car, we got to Enrique studio, where the place had a layout of matresses and couches that made you feel like all they needed was marijuana to have a Rastafarian party... heh.
Nonetheless, things were going pretty well for the party. I met a nice person named Jeanie, who was Kathy's classmate in German. We didn't talk much, but at least, she helped me refresh my memory with German. Then, there was Christian, who was also from Philippine Science, and there was Hope, along with her mom. I gave a nice sound byte to the latter.
Funny thing was how they all reacted to the “rose” mishap that happened to me recently, and how things turned out from that point on. Peppy arrived a bit before that, all decked out like the P.I.M.P. that he is. Heh. Of course, the usual people were there, such as Krisette and Hrbz, Sacha and Dominique, Oz, and so forth. There were quite a few other guests, and one of them, someone named Annie, caught my eye. Sacha then tried to do the “Introduction From Hades”, but she couldn't keep a straight face, so Annie didn't have such a horrible impression of me... I think.
When Oz arrived, though, he kissed Kathy on the cheek, then walked up to Krisette and kissed her on the cheek, too. As he was about to shake my hand, I look at him in all seriousness, and ask... “How about my kiss on the cheek?”
Krisette laughed and said I should stop that, or else Hrbz would get jealous. More innuendo happened later on, when I said I was ready to be beaten up, and assumed a stance that Christian seemed to have interpreted in two different ways... I guess when you bend and have your hands placed on your kneecaps, you don't look like you're really in a fighting stance... heh.
Spinning was fun, although I was in a bit of low spirits as something that used to be technical was finally made official... sigh. Nonetheless, I shrugged that off, but couldn't quite shrug off how many times my fingers got hit by the fire staff, culminating in my first ever burn when I lit it up, as it dropped across my elbow at one point. Oh, well.
Later on, while I was conversing with a few people, I told Christian that someone in the party caught my eye. In the middle of the silly AMA jokes, as well as the story about the coed Don Bosco Technical College and the Marketplace Hotel in front of it, Christian then comments... “Let me try to recall which girls were at the party tonight... it was a girl, right?”
It's 2005. We don't judge.
Anyways, Sacha then looks at me and tells me... “Marcelle, you can have any Chinese girl you want, anyway. Except for three.”
If that be the case, I'd settle for Koreans. Just kidding. You don't “settle” for Koreans. Heh.
Dominique and Peppy were exchanging stories about comic books and the like, although Peppy sort of lost the audience when he talks about L5R. Nonetheless, the party wasn't so bad, and Patch, the toy poodle, was a nice added attraction to the party. The food was great, as there was pizza and pasta, and the host of the party was in particularly high spirits.
Kathy, thanks for having me over for your party. May you have more birthdays to come.
.:A Couple Of Thoughts Occurred To Me...:.
On the way home while I was hitching with Peppy, I realized two things...
... That if I wrote my potential love story about a certain someone, then the whole premise of attraction would be a horrible thing for her to find out about. Of course, I could write it and then say, “I'm glad she doesn't know that's how it started”, and next thing I know, someone comments “Now she does.”
... That even if things were different and a certain someone else would actually like me, there's the little hitch of the potential in-law knowing about my online writing endeavors and promptly warning the good daughter to stay far, far away from that bonkers jabroni named Mister Vader...
.:All In Good Fun:.
As I was at Grace's house last Sunday after being completely drained with a surprise onrush of remote broadcasts during my solo boardwork in the morning (Yes, I was sleepy as Hades, and people could tell so when I go on the air.), she showed off her new Samsung phone's game, “Bubble Smile”. The moment I played it, I got hooked and longed to beat her high score. I think it was originally 6,000 something, and now, the bar is 11,000 something.
I wonder if Nokia has a similar game? I like that game, it's soooooo addictive.
Speaking of addictive, I'm having a lot of fun with Neopets as well, but I have to avoid going there when I'm in the Philosophy Department, for obvious reasons...
Grace and I even found the time to walk her pet dog, Barky, after I had a haircut... but then, it was back to “Bubble Smile” for me afterwards.
After having my fill of “Bubble Smile”, Grace and I then went to Sto. Domingo Parish to have mass. Haven't had mass in quite a while. Oh, well.
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