For you, I would tattoo me
With lines crossing into a hand,
And a heart that would never bleed.
The twilight and the horse
Drawn on my arm
Standing for an addiction,
Pray we go unharmed.
Here is my love and anger
These are my gods, these are my scars.
Here is my love and anger
My arms are burning, but they're open wide
Some things, I hold too tightly,
Some things, I'll never I'll never touch.
I'm wearing down the stones
In the river
All my life, i've painted
With anger's brush
Here is my love and anger
These are my gods, these are my scars.
Here is my love and anger
My arms are burning, but they're open wide

Oh, you precious kid
I have a motion just for you.
A warrior, barefoot and dancing
With tears of pain and beauty
All of this is true for you

Here is my love and anger
These are my gods, these are my scars.
Here is my love and anger
My arms are burning, but they're open wide
Pointing out the graveyards
I will be the reaper
If you will be
The keeper of my heart

My lesbianism is an act of Christian charity. All those women out there praying for a man, and I'm giving them my share. ~Rita Mae Brown

Homosexuality is god's way of insuring that the truly gifted aren't burdened with children. ~Sam Austin

If homosexuality is a disease, let's all call in queer to work: "Hello. Can't work today, still queer." ~Robin Tyler

War. Rape. Murder. Poverty. Equal rights for gays. Guess which one the Southern Baptist Convention is protesting? ~The Value of Families

If time and space are curved, where do all of the straight people come from? ~Author Unknown

There is nothing wrong with going to bed with someone of your own sex. People should be very free with sex, they should draw the line at goats. ~Elton John

What's the point of being a lesbian if a woman is going to look and act like an imitation man? ~Rita Mae Brown

Labels are for filing. Labels are for clothing. Labels are not for people. ~Martina Navratilova

Sigh... Just found out that my sous chef conveniently scheduled himself Saturday & Sunday OFF next week when our 10hour shits starts. If he still conveniently schedule himself Sat & Sun off after that, that's it.. off to the Operational Manager I go.

That stupid sous chef does nothing except to stand around with his hands folded, talking cock, pang sia-ing twice or thrice a day. Asking our part time servers for bikini pictures of themselves. Talking BIG of himself, say last time he werk XX hotelsssss & he know alot of things that kinda crap. If he is soooooooo capable, why isnt he still at that XX Hotelsssss of his? Why downgrade and become a little sous chef in a little CAFE??

Ha! Go figure.

Another day of my life....

Came back home from a drinking session... Got myself a little drunk and high. Drank brandy with green tea. Just whack the drink anyhow and got myself high.

Anyways, just got the new adjustment timing for werk, which requires me to werk 10hours a day for 5 days a week with 2 Off days. Kinda Crappy.

My first new schedule would be as follows:
Mon & Tues : 1pm to 11pm
Wed & Thurs : Off
Fri : 4pm to 2am
Sat : 11am to 8pm
Sun : 7am to 5pm

Crappy right? and they pay me shit for that.... and I used to werk 8 hours a day with a day off. I'd rather have that.

I think I should start finding another cook job if they dun adjust my pay. Farking 10 hours shifts per day. What kind of a CAFE is this? Farking Hell.

Fark, I'm having a headache already. Time to go sleep!

okie dokie... This will be my virgin post from my now fixed PC. hahaha.

"Sweet Child O' Mine"

He's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see his face
It takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry

Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine

He's got eyes of the bluest skies
And if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
His hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by

Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine

Where do we go?
Where do we go now?
Where do we go?
Sweet child o' mine

"If It Makes You Happy"

I've been long, a long way from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos,
And drank til I was thirsty again
We went searching through thrift store jungles
Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo
And Benny Goodman's corset and pen

Well, o.k. I made this up
I promised you I'd never give up

[Chorus]
If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad

You get down, real low down
You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train
Well who hasn't been there before?
I come round, around the hard way
Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the bread
And serve you french toast again

Well, o.k. I still get stoned
I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home

[Chorus]

We've been far, far away from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos
And everywhere in between
Well, o.k. we get along
So what if right now everything's wrong?

[Chorus]

Oooooh... Check out also my NOHARI WINDOW

I dun know how this Johari Window works but here it is:

My Johari Window