breaking out of my chelle: maybe the old songs

maybe the old songs

tonight's play list:

we built this city - starship
jessie's girl - rick springfield
cherish - kool & the gang
dirty diana - michael jackson
telefone - sheena easton
new year's day - U2
she's out of my life - michael jackson
la bamba - just another band from east LA
on my own - patti labelle and michael mcdonald
the look - roxette
born in the USA - bruce springsteen
i want to know what love is - foreigner
keep on loving you - reo speedwagon

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i've been away for too long.

the past few days have been busy. work got crazy, as it always does, but this time it got aggravating. my supervisor told me that one of my clients asked for a faster turn-around-time with their files. this is not new, they have been asking for this for so long i can't recall when it actually started. but this time, we are receiving heat from them already, calling the other bosses and asking, no - demanding that their files be sent stat. this in itself is not impossible, if what they want is just that, their files sent back to them half-baked. but if they wanted quality files, they just have to realize that that takes time, given the fact that they are a difficult client, (the most difficult one i have) plus their format is not easy.

anyway, they threated to leave several times already and i say let them. it is not worth the aggravation. i say a healthy working relationship has to have open communication - they have been demanding and demanding and demanding, but they are just not listening - fact is, working their files takes time. plain and simple.

but that's just half the aggravation. as a safety measure, my supervisor is now asking me to share the account with a groupmate, which is fine, except... except now this other person is copying my work, practically just changing my name on the report and passing it off as hers. now that's just plain nasty.

i could elaborate but that would mean naming names and i cant do that right now (maybe later).

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it's a monday night sound trip. and based on my song list up there ^ its the 1980's top 40. yey for old songs.

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i have an itch that has been bugging me since about august. i need to get my hands working again on some craft stuff. i've already put away my beads because according to the plan, it's review time already - but honestly, its the last thing on my mind. right now, all i can think of are papers and cards and crafts and ribbons and deconstructed and reconstructed calendars and journals

(hey, she's out of my life, i love this song. reminds me of elementary, this particular day i was in a friend's house and we were listening to michael jackson's album. as early as then, i already had an affinity with this song. its so sad its beautiful.)

anyway reconstructed journals, homemade cards, homemade stamps, inks, cutting tools, rubber pads, you get the point.

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link finds of the week:

http://www.finetune.com - the source of my 1980's top 40 music right now.

http://www.splitcoaststampers.com - the source of my crafting fix - this site is getting me fired up about just doing it already.

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just once - quincy jones

let's all take a moment of silence as one of my ultimate favorite songs is playing in the background.

this used to be my song. happily it is not anymore. it reminds me of a more bitchy me, an insecure girlfriend who gets riled up at the smallest things. oh yes, i have to admit that about me. at one point, not only did i feel like the the world revolved around me, i wanted somebody else to make me the center of his world. and how did that turn out? disastrous. a happy disaster though. changed my life.

now its just a really cool song.

ok, moment over.

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Posted in: crafts, old songs, random thoughts, work stories on Monday, October 1, 2007 at at 6:19 AM

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...i'm sitting under this tree, it's very early in the morning, everything is wet with dew. everything looks shiny and twinkling as the first rays of the sun touches every gem drop of water. and the smelll is amazing, the sweet grass smell.. it's a secret scent, only those of us who've waken up around it will know it.

there is no one around for miles, not one single person in sight.. just me and the flowers and the trees and the hills and the grass. and it is simply amazing. i'm home.

it's still quite cold, i pull my jacket around me tighter, but the rays of the sun are comforting, like a hug that is coming from everywhere and emanating from my heart, warm and full of emotion, like a long lost friend, who has been gone for a long time (or was it me who has been gone a long time) and suddenly there they are. a hug from the sun.

i pick a spot, a quiet inviting spot.. a spot destined to be mine, readied over years and years by rain and sunshine, just for me, just for today. and i'm content.

when im lonely im here. when i pray, im here. when im alone im here. when i think and dream and wish and make up stories in my mind, im here. always here. in this place all mine.

i don't remember when i first came here. it may be one very lonely day years ago, when i couldn't leave and i couldn't stay at the same time but i just had to be somewhere else. somewhere far and i could be alone.

there are days when i don't come here too.. i forget sometimes and reality takes a hold of me. but i always always remember and i return.

in here i could be me, or be someone else, or search for myself, or search for someone else. i could stay here and no one will notice, but that's fine. i don't mind solitude. it's loneliness i fear. and it's never lonely here.

every leaf proclaims joy and you can't help but feel it. every blade of grass lifts its arms in happiness, every dew drop a smile, every flower a prayer of thanksgiving, and the wind is contentment.. and all these reaches out to me, and i feel it too.

just as the dew drops fall to the earth, i run. i'm free. uphill, downhill, chasing butterflies, dancing to the music of my heart, my soul singing, and i'm smiling.

but sometimes, i come here to cry. i come here to lay my head on the earth and cry my heart out. countless times when all seems lost and no one is around and nothing is right, i come here and cry and pray...

one day i will bring my children here, for only a child will see it as i see it, and we will run and chase butterflies and dance to the wind and sing with our souls.

but for now, this is my spot.

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