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.Friday, May 16, 2008 ; 10:35 PM -
.His Mercy is New everY mornInG.

you say i only hear what i want to.
you say i talk so all the time so.

and i thought what i felt was simple,
and i thought that i don't belong,
and now that i am leaving,
now i know that i did something wrong 'cause i missed you.
yeah, i missed you.

and you say i only hear what i want to:
i don't listen hard,
i don't pay attention to the distance that you're running
or to anyone, anywhere,
i don't understand if you really care,
i'm only hearing negative: no, no, no.

so i turned the radio on, i turned the radio up,
and this woman was singing my song:
the lover's in love, and the other's run away,
the lover is crying 'cause the other won't stay.

some of us hover when we weep for the other who was
dying since the day they were born.
well, this is not that:
i think that i'm throwing, but i'm thrown.

and i thought I'd live forever, but now i'm not so sure.

you try to tell me that i'm clever,
but that won't take me anyhow, or anywhere with you.

you said that i was naive,
and i thought that i was strong.
i thought, "hey, i can leave, i can leave."
but now i know that i was wrong, 'cause i missed you.

you said, "i caught you 'cause i want you and one day i'll let you go."
"you try to give away a keeper, or keep me 'cause you know you're just scared to lose.
and you say, "stay."

you say i only hear what i want to.


Here's stay by Lisa Loeb.
When memory floods back, what is there to hold on to? Being swept away, I wonder whether that was inevitable or simply voluntary. I miss the time. Charles Bass reminds me of him.

By the way, I quit my job. Unofficially. I've told my boss that I am resigning. She is cool with it. Tuesday will be my last day. Probably I should write a card to thank her for her effort, time and patience. Well, no one is perfect but she sets the standard as my first boss. I'm gonna miss this place. Urgh..the sentimental Katz. Browsing through my bookmark list, it dawned on me I would no longer need to browse all those databases and company lists. I will leave those really friendly bosses alone. For good. No way I'm going back into this industry. People are telling me they are cutting cost and saving up. Great! Door's closed and it's time to go to another.

I like to give farewell gifts to people. But, is it because I want to be remembered that way? or I truly want to thank them? I guess it is 60/40. 60 for the fact that I want to be remembered as someone who leave with grace or elegance or class or style. Whatever. But that require a lot of $$$. I really need to change that. People come and go. Only family stays and some true friends. How long till the next "batch of friends?" I guess it's in 2 weeks time. Farewell Marcus Evans. It has been a fun ride.







THAT GIRL;Y

~KatZ~

BREAK THE SLIENCE;Y







APPLAUSE;Y

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