18 November 2002
"work schmirk"
Oh how I long to be at home in bed in my flannel jammies and my down comforter surrounding me. I only have to sit in this cubicle 31 more days. The joy that brings to me in beyond words. For now I will sip my Dr. Pepper and get over myself...at least I have a job, right?
This weekend was fabulous. Jami's bachelorette party was hilarious! We played some games, ate some food, opened some presents, dug through some trash, yelled some obscenities, and hung out with some guy named Patrick. 'Nuff said!
Yesterday I watched the 49ers lose to the Chargers in OT :-( it blew. Then I hung out with the family for a bit and went back to Dave's for milkshakes and "No Man's Land". I met Jasmina and Edina last September when I began working here. They are sisters and refugees from Bosnia. I began talking with Jasmina almost daily about the Bosnian war that I knew SO little about. She suggested I read this book and it changed my life. I could not begin to comprehend what these girls lived through. It amazes me that this happened in my day and age. The torture, pain, and suffering they endured is unfathomable. This happened just miles from their home. These are stories from war survivors about what they experienced. I love and respect my friends more than they'll ever understand. They had to leave their parents, friends, and family to make a better live for themselves. If anyone is interested in reading that book, let me know and I'll send you my copy. You will never be the same.
"Miss Sarajevo"
by Bono and Pavarotti
Is there a time for keeping a distance
A time to turn your eyes away
Is there a time for keeping your head down
For getting on with your day
Is there a time for kohl and lipstick
A time for cutting hair
Is there a time for high street shopping
To find the right dress to wear
Here she comes
Heads turn around
Here she comes
To take her crown
Is there a time to walk for cover
A time for kiss and tell
Is there a time for different colors
Different names you find it hard to spell
Is there a time for first communion
A time for east 17
Is there a time to turn the mecca
Is there a time to be a beauty queen
Here she comes
Beauty plays the crown
Here she comes
Surreal in her crown
Dici che il fiume
trova la via al mare
E come il fiume
giungerai a me
Oltre i confini
e le terre assetate
Dici che come fiume
come fiume
L'amore giunger
L'amore
E non so pi pregare
E nell'amore non so pi sperare
E quell'amore non so pi aspettare
[English translation:]
You say that the river
finds the way to the sea
And as the river
you'll come to me
Beyond the borders
and the thirsty lands
You say that as river
As river
Love will come
Love
And I cannot pray anymore
And I cannot hope in love anymore
And I cannot wait for love anymore
Is there a time for tying ribbons
A time for Christmas trees
Is there a time for laying tables
When the night is set to freeze
Oh how I long to be at home in bed in my flannel jammies and my down comforter surrounding me. I only have to sit in this cubicle 31 more days. The joy that brings to me in beyond words. For now I will sip my Dr. Pepper and get over myself...at least I have a job, right?
This weekend was fabulous. Jami's bachelorette party was hilarious! We played some games, ate some food, opened some presents, dug through some trash, yelled some obscenities, and hung out with some guy named Patrick. 'Nuff said!
Yesterday I watched the 49ers lose to the Chargers in OT :-( it blew. Then I hung out with the family for a bit and went back to Dave's for milkshakes and "No Man's Land". I met Jasmina and Edina last September when I began working here. They are sisters and refugees from Bosnia. I began talking with Jasmina almost daily about the Bosnian war that I knew SO little about. She suggested I read this book and it changed my life. I could not begin to comprehend what these girls lived through. It amazes me that this happened in my day and age. The torture, pain, and suffering they endured is unfathomable. This happened just miles from their home. These are stories from war survivors about what they experienced. I love and respect my friends more than they'll ever understand. They had to leave their parents, friends, and family to make a better live for themselves. If anyone is interested in reading that book, let me know and I'll send you my copy. You will never be the same.
by Bono and Pavarotti
Is there a time for keeping a distance
A time to turn your eyes away
Is there a time for keeping your head down
For getting on with your day
Is there a time for kohl and lipstick
A time for cutting hair
Is there a time for high street shopping
To find the right dress to wear
Here she comes
Heads turn around
Here she comes
To take her crown
Is there a time to walk for cover
A time for kiss and tell
Is there a time for different colors
Different names you find it hard to spell
Is there a time for first communion
A time for east 17
Is there a time to turn the mecca
Is there a time to be a beauty queen
Here she comes
Beauty plays the crown
Here she comes
Surreal in her crown
Dici che il fiume
trova la via al mare
E come il fiume
giungerai a me
Oltre i confini
e le terre assetate
Dici che come fiume
come fiume
L'amore giunger
L'amore
E non so pi pregare
E nell'amore non so pi sperare
E quell'amore non so pi aspettare
[English translation:]
You say that the river
finds the way to the sea
And as the river
you'll come to me
Beyond the borders
and the thirsty lands
You say that as river
As river
Love will come
Love
And I cannot pray anymore
And I cannot hope in love anymore
And I cannot wait for love anymore
Is there a time for tying ribbons
A time for Christmas trees
Is there a time for laying tables
When the night is set to freeze
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