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Rating: ****/*****

Under the Influence and Undiscovered

I was sure, I was born and raised to be my own man
I was so sure; I was never going to need a helping hand
And she said, trust in your heart and there’s no need to understand
Well just when I thought I had it planned out

Whatever I do I’m under the influence of you
Whatever I do I’m under the influence of you

I was driving too close to the edge and living dangerously
I felt strange a warm sensation rising up inside of me
Oh like a tidal wave came from nowhere swept me off my feet

Oh but somehow making me complete now

Whatever I do I’m under the influence of you
Whatever I do I’m under the influence of you
Whatever I do I’m under the influence of you
Whatever I do I’m under the influence of you

Once you’ve had a taste of it there’s no going back
Once you’ve had a taste of it there’s no going back
Once you’ve had a taste of it there’s no going back
Once you’ve had a taste of it there’s no going back

Whatever I do I’m under the influence of you
Whatever I do I’m under the influence of you
Whatever I do I’m under the influence of you
Whatever I do I’m under the influence of you

My rating: *****/*****

Written by: James Morrison, Jimmy Hogarth, Steve McEwan
Sung by: James MorrisonÂ
Album: Undiscovered (Released 2006-2007)

The album.

1. Under the Influence *****
2. You Give Me Something ***
3. Wonderful World
4. The Pieces Don’t Fit Anymore ****
5. One Last Chance ****
6. Undiscovered James
7. The Letter ****
8. Call the Police
9. This Boy ***
10. Better Man
11. The Last Goodbye ****

The Letter

It’s got my name on it,
and it’s just waiting there for me,
I feel the cold run through my veins.

And it’s got her shame on it,
She couldn’t say it to my face,
But I wont waste time placing blame.

chorus
But I know that I’ll move on,
and tell myself I’ll find me something better,
I let go and just forget her.
She was no good for me,
deep down i know that’s the way it has to be so,
How comes i still can’t open this letter?
I can’t forget her.

Really wish i could

Well, there must be a name for it,
whatever this is you’ve done to me,
I’m all twisted up inside.

Well who’s gonna pay for it,
if it’s not you i guess it’s me,
you left with you’re life and took mine.

chorus 2x

It’s got my name on it,
and it’s just waiting there for me.

My rating: ****/*****

Written by: James Morrison, Wayne Hector, David Frank

Sung by: James MorrisonÂ

Album: Undiscovered (Released 2006-2007)

“A World Inside Our World”

“A World Inside Our World”
said the astronomer

A Group Art Exhibit

works by

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June 26, 2008    1800 H

ChocolateKissCafe 91 Roces Ave. cor. Scout Tobias QC

See you when I see you

I come, therefore I am

A closer look on Chuck Palahiniuk‘s Snuff .

Get it online from Amazon or Fully Booked: UK version or US version.

Why you should read it?

“… Nothing sex positive. Nothing along the lines of Naomi Wolf. I come, therefore I am… No, whether a woman is a concubine to f*ck or a damsel to redeem, she’s always just some passive object to fullfill a man’s purpose…”

“… studies show that when males are placed together in close proximity before a sex act, their sperm count will rise. These studies are based on dairy farms, where bulls will be staked in groups near a fertile cow. The resulting harvest will yield greater volumes of viable semen. Stronger convulsions of the pelvic floor, maximizing the height and distance of expelled seminal fluid..”

“…Three little lines sticking up mark the tattoo as a Pachuco Cross, the sign of Hispanic gangs. Other guys have three dots tattooed to form a triangle on that same spot. If they’re Mexican, those three dots mean Mi vida loca. “My crazy life”. If the guy’s Asian, the dots mean To o can gica. “I care for nothing”…”

“…The pink ball, she says it was molded from silicone… A Kegel exercise. You put the ball inside and tense your pelvic floor. Used to be, Asian women would insert two metal balls with mercury inside their hollow cores. The mercury would shift all day, rolling the balls, stimulating the women, getting them hotter as the weight of the balls strengthened their p*ssy muscle. Their husbands came home, and those revved-up housewives would f*ck them at the front door…”

“…Cassie Wright knows, the moment you make yourself available to any man, he starts to take you for granted…”

“…My old man said the way ancient duded never got their ladies pregnant, before rubbers and birth-control pills and sponges and sh*t, was,  a little bit after they shot their wad, with their dick still buried deep, ancient dudes knew to piss just a dribble. Just let a trickle of piss leak out. Piss, my old man said, was enough acid to kill the sperm..”

 ”…Marylin Monroe cutting one high heel shorter than the otherso her ass would truly roll as she walked… Marilyn’s lifetime of pneumonia and bronchitis was most likely caused by her habit of burying herself in a bathtub of crushed ice before any appearance in film or public. Lying naked, drugged to escape the pain, buried in ice for hours, gave Monroe the solid stand-up tits and ass she wanted for the day’s work…. …. It was that plain, intelligent, educated actress who called herself Zelda Zonk… That was Marylin Monroe, the blonde sex goddess, dreamed of being…”

My two cents.

This is the first book of I Chuck Palahiniuk read, after hearing my friend, Ron, rant so much about him on a trip to a bookstore. The cover (UK version) and what’s written at the back of the book asked me to buy it.

“Cassie Wright, porn priestess, intends to cap her legendary career by breaking the world record for serial fornication. On camera. With six hundred men. Snuff unfolds from the perspectives of Mr 72, Mr 137 and Mr 600, who await their turn on camera in a very crowded green room. This wild, lethally funny and thoroughly researched novel brings the huge yet underacknowledged presence of pornography in contemporary life into the realm of literary fiction at last. Who else but Chuck Palahniuk would dare do such a thing? Who else could do it so well, so unflinchingly and with such an incendiary (you might say) climax?” (What’s on the back cover)

Let me comment first on Chuck’s writing. It was easy to read, really amusing, in your face, no non-sense style of writing. Just the way I like it. It didn’t disappoint me (since whenever I read, I always know its ending or I always picture how it ends and whenever the book doesn’t surpass my expectation of it nor is it the same at the very least, I get disappointed). Aside from the fact that it was well written (I suck at this), is the fact the the book has a lot of fact.. haha… not just f*cks but facts. Or is it just Chuck’s way of charming his readers. True fact. A sentence you’ll often read in the book. Often getting me dumb-founded and amused.

My verdict: 4 stars out of 5  **** w00t!

I was raped.

I open my eyes. It’s dark.

I’m sweating like crazy… *tic* “Where the hell am I?”

Sat up.

Oh shit. Oh shit.

Where are my phones, my wallet, my bag?

Oh shit. Oh shit.

What do I remember.

I remember leaving the office late, as far as I remember I didn’t go out with anyone, neither did I drink … anything….

Oh shit.

*Tic* *Tac* 5 minutes…

I reached for my boobs (don’t try to laugh now). Oh shit. I’m almost wearing nothing, Where the f*ck am I???

*STOP*

I’m just in my bed, I was f*cking dreaming.

This dream occured a week ago. It was scary I felt so freakin’ helpless, though the next day I find it funny. It’s still very disturbing, and it’s not the first time it happened. Usually I have this kind of dreams whenever I get myself uber drunk.

I just read mikelcleus posts “Premonition“.