I DON’T KNOW HOW BIG HER MUG IS

30 July 2007
HOT & HUMID Monday (39 Degree Celsius)
Late Afternoon @ 1800 (Washington DC Time)
Listen: Santa Monica By Savage Garden
Mood: *LOBO MY ASS!*

Nothing spectacular happened. Still running around like monkey…

My assumption seems to be getting bad to worst, I thought going to ORD should be quite lobo… As of now, I am off the prediction by one mile. For better or for worst, let me just finished it in good time and in a good taste (haha).

Let’s enjoy this song, for a change, it is in English.

Santa Monica by Savage Garden

In Santa Monica in the winter time
The lazy streets so undemanding
I walk into the crowd
In Santa Monica you get your coffee from
The coolest places on the promenade
Where people dress just so
Beauty so unavoidable
Everywhere you turn, it’s there
I sit and wonder what am I doing here?
But on the telephone line I am anyone
I am anything I want to be
I could be a supermodel or Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the difference
Or would you?
In Santa Monica, all the people got
Modern names, like Jake or Mandy
And modern bodies too
In Santa Monica, on the boulevard,
You'll have to dodge those in-line skaters
Or they'll knock you down
I never felt so lonely,
Never felt so out of place
I never wanted something more than this
But on the telephone line I am anyone
I am anything I want to be
I could be a supermodel or Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the difference
On the telephone line, I am any height
I am any age I want to be
I could be a caped crusader, or space invader
And you would know the difference
Or would you?