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    For a Good Cause...


    "i'm tired of staring at the sun..."

    I skipped work [again]. been skipping it for 5 days now and i'm still hoping i DON'T get fired. hahaha.

    Decided to write about a band/artist that the golden ipod chooses because the itunes is on shuffle... haha. i'm bored, what did you expect? haha

    and the winner is...

    *drumroll*

    ROOSTER. come get some is playing...



    so history of why i downloaded this song. wait, i didn't download this. it came with the c.d. thingy mcdonald's was selling. male, best, whatever thingy c.d.

    i remember good charlotte was there. annnddd.. switchfoot?

    anyhoo, i first knew about the band because of the "Staring at the Sun" video



    i remember that in high school, i had the biggest crush on Nick. haha. i remember talking to ives, who was Cams to me back then, about the band [and how cute nick's eyes were, and how cute Nick was, in general. haha] when the Staring at the Sun video came out.

    they were kind of a big thing in Asia. They toured everywhere but here.=( haha...


    *Staring at the Sun


    *Come Get Some


    *Deep and Meaningless


    i think the band had a life of two years, then they disbanded like most bands do... kinda sad. but the guys are doing pretty well. i think nick's going solo and Dave has his own band.

    there's really nothing more i can say about the band. haha. i loved them when they were together. check their myspace page if you wanna learn more about them.

    here's the Come Get Some video



    ciao kids. 'till next time..=)

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    A Poem

    Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    By Robert Frost




    Whose woods these are I think I know.
    His house is in the village, though;
    He will not see me stopping here
    To watch his woods fill up with snow.



    My little horse must think it queer
    To stop without a farmhouse near
    Between the woods and frozen lake
    The darkest evening of the year.

    He gives his harness bells a shake
    To ask if there's some mistake.
    The only other sound's the sweep
    Of easy wind and downy flake.

    The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep.



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