I think my taste in music is seriously changing. I love listening slow and meaningful songs these days. Yeah, its the growing up phrase.The moving into working adult-hood phrase. Strangely, I find comfort and solace listening to Carrie Underwood's songs. Instead of taking a nap, I loitered around trying to find something to do and chanced upon a forgotten Carrie Underwood's album. I made use of the surround sound system (which my mum won in a company's lucky draw) to blast the music while I just listened to the lyrics.
I kinda got teary while listening to her songs.
"Don't Forget to Remember Me"
18 years have come and gone
For momma they flew by
But for me they drug on and on
We were loading up that Chevy
Both trying not to cry
Momma kept on talking
Putting off good-bye
Then she took my hand and said
Baby don't forget
Before you hit the highway
You better stop for gas
And there's a 50 in the ashtray
In case you run short on cash
Here's a map and here's a bible
If you ever lose your way
Just one more thing before you leave
Don't forget to remember me
This downtown apartment sure makes me miss home and
those bills there on the counter keep telling me I'm on my own
And just like every Sunday I call momma up last night
And even when it's not, I tell her everything's alright
Before we hung up I said
Hey momma, don't forget
To tell my baby sister I'll see her in the fall
And tell mee-maw that I miss her
Yeah, I should give her a call
And make sure you tell Daddy
That I'm still his little girl
Yeah I still feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be
Don't forget to remember me
Tonight I find myself kneeling by my bed to pray
I haven't done this in a while
So I don't know what to say but
Lord I feel so small sometimes in this big cold place
Yeah I know there's more important things, but
Don't forget to remember me
Don't forget to remember me
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"Jesus, Take the Wheel"
She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati
On a snow white Christmas Eve
Going home to see her Mama and her Daddy with the baby in the backseat
Fifty miles to go and she was running low on faith and gasoline
It had been a long hard year
She had a lot on her mind and she didn't pay attention
She was going way too fast
Before she knew it she was spinning on a thin black sheet of glass
She saw both their lives flash before her eyes
She didn't even have time to cry
She was so scared
She threw her hands up in the air
Jesus take the wheel
Take it from my hands
Cause I can't do this all on my own
I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
To save me from this road I'm on
Jesus take the wheel
It was still getting colder when she made it to the shoulder
And the car came to a stop
She cried when she saw that baby in the backseat sleeping like a rock
And for the first time in a long time
She bowed her head to pray
She said I'm sorry for the wayI've been living my life
I know I've got to change
So from now on tonight
Jesus take the wheel
Take it from my hands
Cause I can't do this all my own I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
To save me from this road I'm on
Oh, Jesus take the wheel
Oh, I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
Save me from this road I'm on
From this road I'm on
Jesus take the wheel
Oh, take it, take it from me
We Are Book Geeks.
I've finally remembered to bring my long-forgotten cammie (it's taking a long break from the SZ trip) along for our day out.
These days, nothing beats sharing a large mug of hot chocolate (since he doesn't drink coffee) and reading together in Starbucks for hours. Haha, sounds really boring right, reading, people watching and talking at Starbucks. Actually, surprisingly, it's actually nice to sit around, commenting on fashion styles and on a lookout for good looking people. Jax and I have a weird hobby while shopping. We are always on a lookout for pretty girls to talk about. Ha...Hence we decided to opt for the European style of sitting outdoors to indulge in people watching and book reading.
Him, reading "The Tipping Point" By Malcolm Gladwell which is really an interesting and thought provoking read. Like Freakonomics, a book that boldly challenges conventional wisdom, traditional stereotypes and perceptions. I like the fact that we love reading the same genre of books and we are such book geeks. =)
Collected clothes from MDS during their mass meetup. New clothes to wear! I've jumped onto the bandwagon of online shopping. Like finally. All thanks to the influence (more like brainwashing.. heh) of Julez and Eileen who are loyal supporters of online shopping. At the end of the day, I cannot escape from the clutches of Jax's incessant nagging.
And instead of listening to him nag, I decided to direct my attention to the performing beatboxing band nearby. In both Jax's and my opinion, really awesome beatboxing, which is essentially an art of vocal percussion and making drum beats and rhythms from using the lips, tongue and voice. I was pretty tempted to get myself a copy of their album which they are selling to fund their world tour.
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