ATTITUDE MATTERS

I tried hard to leave my first position and move here. I thought it was because of the dull environment that made me unhappy and life sucked in every way. After I moved here, I find it is really not the place, but rather your attitude, or how you live your life matters. If you are coward, lazy, then nothing can save you. If you are not satisfied, then do you best to change it. If you don’t like yourself, why do you expect others to like you? After all, we are what we repeatedly do. To develop a good habits takes guts and will to break away from your comfort zone, and resist the temptation for ease and desire. Though it may be hard, the reward is your confidence, and consequently your achievements.

If that is what you want, why not do it now?

Distance

This is the first time after I came back to town that I feel how far away we are from each other. Maybe that’s because it is also the first time I feel that both of us stopped trying to pull each other closer. We both have holes in our hearts that we can’t fill for each other, no matter how intense we feel we love. You crave for a social life; I crave for a person who has his whole heart for me. Since when have we had the holes? I only hope someday they will disappear.

IT NEVER RAINS IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA

It Never Rains In Southern California
Albert Hammond

Got on board a westbound seven-forty-seven
Didn’t think before deciding what to do
All that talk of opportunities
TV breaks and movies
Rang true, sure rang true

Seems it never rains in Southern California
Seems I’ve often heard that kind of talk before
It never rains in California
But, girl, don’t they warn ya
It pours, man, it pours

Out of work, I’m out of my head
Out of self-respect, I’m out of bread
I’m underloved, I’m underfed
I wanna go home

It never rains in California
But, girl, don’t they warn ya
It pours, man, it pours

Will you tell the folks back home I nearly made it
Had offers but don’t know which one to take
Please, don’t tell them how you found me
Don’t tell them how you found me
Gimme a break, gimme a break

Seems it never rains in Southern California
Seems I’ve often heard that kind of talk before
It never rains in California
But, girl, don’t they warn ya
It pours, man, it pours