Thanks to Zai-Anne, I can't stop playing Gavin DeGraw's songs...heh. Here's my fav song, Dreams..its actually not in the album:
Spending all my money on phone cards
Waiting for my ship to come in
In from that ocean
Come home to this sea
Harboring in me
I don't believe in four leaf clovers
Or the luck they're suppose to bring
I've used all my wild cards
But theres something I can do
To get close to you
Chorus:
I've got dreams of love
And I love you
I know you feel the same way too
I feel your spirt
when you're near
and when you're away
Somehow somewhere
I'll see you again
But intill then
I've got dreams of loveing you
Thinking bout' every little thing
We ever did crazy
Sipping on that memory lane
That may never closed it
Seven days of the week
I can drive in my sleep
Chorus
Dreams I will share
When I see you again
And I'll see you again pretty soon
I could wait
But in till then...
Chorus
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Sunday, July 10, 2005
This is a hilarious parody of Plato's Apology by Woody Allen:
(After Woody Allen was informed that he's handed the death sentence)
Allen: Look, I'm going to level with you- I don't want to go! I'm too young!
Agathon: But this is your chance to die for truth!
Allen: Don't misunderstand me. I'm all for truth. On the other hand I have a lunch date in Sparta next week and I's hate to miss it. It's my turn to buy. You know Spartans, they fight so easily.
Simmias: Is our wisest philosopher a coward?
Allen: I'm not a coward, and I'm not a hero. I'm somewhere in the middle.
Simmias: A cringing vermin.
Allen: That's approximately the spot.
Agathon: But it was you who proved that death doesn't exist.
Allen: Hey listen- I've proved a lot of things. That's how I pay my rent. Theories and little observations. A puckish remark now and then. Occasional maxims. It beats picking olives, but let's not get carried away.
Agathon: But you have proved many times that soul is immortal.
Allen: And it is! On paper. See, that's the thing about philosophy- it's not all that functional once you get out of class.
Agathon: But all that talk about death being same as sleep.
Allen: Yes, but the difference is that when you're dead and eveybody yells, "Everybody up, it's morning," it's very hard to find your slippers.
(After Woody Allen was informed that he's handed the death sentence)
Allen: Look, I'm going to level with you- I don't want to go! I'm too young!
Agathon: But this is your chance to die for truth!
Allen: Don't misunderstand me. I'm all for truth. On the other hand I have a lunch date in Sparta next week and I's hate to miss it. It's my turn to buy. You know Spartans, they fight so easily.
Simmias: Is our wisest philosopher a coward?
Allen: I'm not a coward, and I'm not a hero. I'm somewhere in the middle.
Simmias: A cringing vermin.
Allen: That's approximately the spot.
Agathon: But it was you who proved that death doesn't exist.
Allen: Hey listen- I've proved a lot of things. That's how I pay my rent. Theories and little observations. A puckish remark now and then. Occasional maxims. It beats picking olives, but let's not get carried away.
Agathon: But you have proved many times that soul is immortal.
Allen: And it is! On paper. See, that's the thing about philosophy- it's not all that functional once you get out of class.
Agathon: But all that talk about death being same as sleep.
Allen: Yes, but the difference is that when you're dead and eveybody yells, "Everybody up, it's morning," it's very hard to find your slippers.
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