its like i want to knock over a tyrannosaurus with my head.
oh the visions of the future,
exams and such, seriously, half yearly essay before the first quarterly maths test? pah.
Feels like how Sarah Connor felt with visions of Skynet..
but also like Sarah Connor, who also knew John Connor would lead the human resistance to victory,
i have high hopes for the future beyond week 7...
summer without the burning = best.
just think about it, everyone dreams about summer during winter because we were free-er then and the sunshine made us cheery. but thoughts come without the 40° heat.
and since i feel like maths.
:. you could say,
winter + cheeriness and good times = best.
...
man i feel like i can ride these piano+guitar melodies
through the skies, on a rainbow.
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i spose nobody knows what im talking about.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
here i am all dressed in snakeskin
i should i should i should blog.
but whenever i try, i feel like it should be some fantastical work of art.
so, reading over this, i realised none of it is.
and so, I am write again.
relay my thoughts.
you know when you just talk to somebody and you kinda take turns churning out thoughts/personal experience/opinions. you can learn more about a person in an hour than if you knew them as passers by and casual acquaintances for a whole year.
yet
in this day and age, it's only a matter of moving your fingers over the keyboard. I think i'm doing pretty well. I mean, most people i meet and become friends with, I mostly meet and talk to them in real life. and I mean friends, not 'friends', like on facebook.
to anybody who swam today:
Thank Mr Filewood's Year 9 Geography class.
The one with jono and such in it.
Without us there would have been no blue bands for anyone.
Trust me the job of sorting the notes and the rolls is TEDIOUS.
Until later,
Goodnight folks.
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PS: I look forward to the kebabery/kebabary.
but whenever i try, i feel like it should be some fantastical work of art.
so, reading over this, i realised none of it is.
and so, I am write again.
relay my thoughts.
you know when you just talk to somebody and you kinda take turns churning out thoughts/personal experience/opinions. you can learn more about a person in an hour than if you knew them as passers by and casual acquaintances for a whole year.
yet
in this day and age, it's only a matter of moving your fingers over the keyboard. I think i'm doing pretty well. I mean, most people i meet and become friends with, I mostly meet and talk to them in real life. and I mean friends, not 'friends', like on facebook.
to anybody who swam today:
Thank Mr Filewood's Year 9 Geography class.
The one with jono and such in it.
Without us there would have been no blue bands for anyone.
Trust me the job of sorting the notes and the rolls is TEDIOUS.
Until later,
Goodnight folks.
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PS: I look forward to the kebabery/kebabary.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
a little taste of what's beautiful
Warm days, warm nights.
The sky is the sun's home,
The moon hardly proves a fight.
I should have known.
When there is the most light,
Irony is, I'm blinded by it.
No illumination, I'm off by a slight
But hold on tight 'cause
The fate train changes lanes,
Not divine intervention, not God's rule,
I'm the one who holds the reins,
Take me to taste what's beautiful.
And I speed,
Don't make me a fool,
I am my own steed,
And to me, you're what's beautiful.
New start, New mind.
With a bang, celebrations.
With a bang, I find,
I'd better get in the line.
Another one, you're not far off.
Airtight, we could take flight,
I'm left behind and you're aloft.
I can't fly with you, we're not alright. and
The fate train changes lanes,
Not divine intervention, not God's rule,
I'm the one who holds the reins,
Take me to taste what's beautiful.
And I speed,
Don't make me a fool,
I'm my own steed,
And to me, you're what's beautiful.
Era ends. Era begins.
I wake up to find I'm next in the line.
The busy weeks and days spin.
The moon finally has its time to shine.
My head swims with thoughts of this,
Afternoon sun glows off your face,
Nobody else matters to us,
Our hearts beat to a new pace.
On the fate train's new lane,
The one that has emotions rule,
I'm the one who holds the reins,
It took me to taste what's beautiful.
Now I'm hooked,
Don't make me a fool,
Don't give the past a second look.
To me, you're what's beautiful.
No other thoughts to think or sights to see,
Just the two of us,
Walking off the other side of the bridge between,
Then and now.
The first steps towards what's beautiful.
Now we're what's beautiful.
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I need blog more.
The sky is the sun's home,
The moon hardly proves a fight.
I should have known.
When there is the most light,
Irony is, I'm blinded by it.
No illumination, I'm off by a slight
But hold on tight 'cause
The fate train changes lanes,
Not divine intervention, not God's rule,
I'm the one who holds the reins,
Take me to taste what's beautiful.
And I speed,
Don't make me a fool,
I am my own steed,
And to me, you're what's beautiful.
New start, New mind.
With a bang, celebrations.
With a bang, I find,
I'd better get in the line.
Another one, you're not far off.
Airtight, we could take flight,
I'm left behind and you're aloft.
I can't fly with you, we're not alright. and
The fate train changes lanes,
Not divine intervention, not God's rule,
I'm the one who holds the reins,
Take me to taste what's beautiful.
And I speed,
Don't make me a fool,
I'm my own steed,
And to me, you're what's beautiful.
Era ends. Era begins.
I wake up to find I'm next in the line.
The busy weeks and days spin.
The moon finally has its time to shine.
My head swims with thoughts of this,
Afternoon sun glows off your face,
Nobody else matters to us,
Our hearts beat to a new pace.
On the fate train's new lane,
The one that has emotions rule,
I'm the one who holds the reins,
It took me to taste what's beautiful.
Now I'm hooked,
Don't make me a fool,
Don't give the past a second look.
To me, you're what's beautiful.
No other thoughts to think or sights to see,
Just the two of us,
Walking off the other side of the bridge between,
Then and now.
The first steps towards what's beautiful.
Now we're what's beautiful.
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I need blog more.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
a little taste of what's terrible.
Here's something interesting, and I need to start blogging again:
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"Step back,
From this world that's about to crack.
Look back,
When did life fall off the track?"
On the other side,
Nowhere but in myself to confide.
Surveyed events transpired for a sign,
How I tried.
To find the break in the line.
Have I lied?
I have nothing to hide.
Have I touched a nerve?
Hurting you is not the purpose I serve.
Mulled it over in my head,
You didn't hate me, you never said.
To not worry I had learned,
And I eagerly awaited my return.
On the fence between in and out,
It was your name I longed to shout.
Nothing more than you I yearned,
The passion inside burned.
___
"Step forward,
Into the world where you belong.
Look forward,
For the future is the last thing that can go wrong."
A smile slapped itself upon my dial,
As I landed back into reality.
But it was only a small while,
Before the end to the warm familiarity.
Welcome to animosity,
Take a look into the hypocrisy.
Shiver in the cold about,
Leave all happiness by the door on your way out.
"Why?!" I cried.
Why have you left my side?
How long was my mind in the past,
to make me see my future fading fast?
Too late it was when I realised,
Now that my whole life's been compromised,
That you have to grab life by the balls.
And that's just ONE of my flaws.
"How could I wake up from a dream,
And find myself in a nightmare?"
-Anonymous.
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THAT'S ALL, FOLKS!
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"Step back,
From this world that's about to crack.
Look back,
When did life fall off the track?"
On the other side,
Nowhere but in myself to confide.
Surveyed events transpired for a sign,
How I tried.
To find the break in the line.
Have I lied?
I have nothing to hide.
Have I touched a nerve?
Hurting you is not the purpose I serve.
Mulled it over in my head,
You didn't hate me, you never said.
To not worry I had learned,
And I eagerly awaited my return.
On the fence between in and out,
It was your name I longed to shout.
Nothing more than you I yearned,
The passion inside burned.
___
"Step forward,
Into the world where you belong.
Look forward,
For the future is the last thing that can go wrong."
A smile slapped itself upon my dial,
As I landed back into reality.
But it was only a small while,
Before the end to the warm familiarity.
Welcome to animosity,
Take a look into the hypocrisy.
Shiver in the cold about,
Leave all happiness by the door on your way out.
"Why?!" I cried.
Why have you left my side?
How long was my mind in the past,
to make me see my future fading fast?
Too late it was when I realised,
Now that my whole life's been compromised,
That you have to grab life by the balls.
And that's just ONE of my flaws.
"How could I wake up from a dream,
And find myself in a nightmare?"
-Anonymous.
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THAT'S ALL, FOLKS!
Friday, August 21, 2009
famine.
40 hours without sitting on a chair.
40 hours without lying on a bed.
40 hours without using a table.
40 hours without the computer.
40 hours without watching television.
40 hours without a phone.
40 hours without music.
40 hours eating off the ground.
40 hours sleeping on the ground.
40 hours telling the time with the sun.
man the hell up.
its only
40 hours without her.
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BLOG IS BACK BITCHES.
40 hours without lying on a bed.
40 hours without using a table.
40 hours without the computer.
40 hours without watching television.
40 hours without a phone.
40 hours without music.
40 hours eating off the ground.
40 hours sleeping on the ground.
40 hours telling the time with the sun.
man the hell up.
its only
40 hours without her.
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BLOG IS BACK BITCHES.
Friday, June 26, 2009
PERSONALITIES.
Human #1:
This person is a monkey. People call him one. He has an iPhone. He finds it funny when I sing Boom Boom Pow - Black Eyed Peas.
Human #2:
This person = Yes. He is just..yes. Sometimes I feel that he is just too lucky for having such..yes..ness. He has the leg of a pig. And he'll bomb your house..apparently.
Human #3:
This person would have been a good clown in 2008. He has the funniest stories. He is now very attractive with his 'makeover'..of sorts.
Human #4:
A child trapped in a 14 year old body and 14 year old world. His speech mainly is constituted of "That's what she said! Owned!"
Human #5:
The born-again good girl that found new outlooks after leaving me. But I miss her and she is forever my sister. I still think she's short.
Human #6:
The perpetually happy girl. She completely disregards the fact that she's female and stays happy, plays games and pigs out.
Human #7:
The creative-hilarious-good friend. She loves purple and is even cooler for taking a shine to Kamelot. Rock on.
Human #8:
This person is a pleasant soul. He is never too mean or too nice. He is Korean and loves Coldplay.
He was in my 2008 class.
Human #9:
This person could have had anyone else. Every day I just smile my biggest smile to myself and thank whoever it is that led me to her. And I still think I am the luckiest ever. She is my number nine. No-one ever can surpass her magic.
Human #10:
This person has led me not to believe in fate. Our relationship stands verily on chance. One small thing could have changed where I am today. They are tall for a girl and they find me insane beyond belief.
Human #11:
This person is scared by me, despite the fact that he is quite a lot larger than me. He is affectionate as hell and is afraid of hell. No offence, but he is a reminder of how awesome I am.
Human #12:
The first thing I ever said to this person was "rhinoceros' can charge faster than my phone.". Even though I have no real relationship with this person, we talk away the minutes/hours. It always renews my faith in MSN as a communication means. Someday I think we might meet for real.
Human #13:
This person has been in Germany for five minutes total. They do not have a receding hairline.
They have exceptional aim when brandishing sharp pens.
Human #14:
This person has deep humour and is a buff geek. His thought patterns are worthily expressed with his extensive knowledge of our language.
Human #15:
He is an Asian bogan. He takes an interest in makeshift weapons. He knows a lot about the world and doesn't have the best habit to suit his busy lifestyle.
Human #16:
This person is dedicated. He will chase his dream and I will be there to back him up. He also is quite fond of MTG and the dota. He is amazingly tolerant of me.
Human #17:
This person is short but has a large spirit. She shares my love for sarcasm and the Simpsons. I thank her for everything she's brought to me, including some experience with kids.
Human #18:
This person is fun fun fun. She makes burping and showing the mushed up foods in her mouth look good. She is also well on her way to being an awesome cook.
Human #19:
If you listen to this person, you will realise how underrated he is. I think all the hype (including the team name) is well deserved. Always got the last laugh, he is the MAN.
Human #20:
This person is humorous for one reason: Her "humour". She is nearly always excited and she talks with the fastest speed and the speech is never no accompanied by hand gestures. Go her.
THATS TWENTY! GUESS PLEASE.
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Environmental Factors.
This person is a monkey. People call him one. He has an iPhone. He finds it funny when I sing Boom Boom Pow - Black Eyed Peas.
Human #2:
This person = Yes. He is just..yes. Sometimes I feel that he is just too lucky for having such..yes..ness. He has the leg of a pig. And he'll bomb your house..apparently.
Human #3:
This person would have been a good clown in 2008. He has the funniest stories. He is now very attractive with his 'makeover'..of sorts.
Human #4:
A child trapped in a 14 year old body and 14 year old world. His speech mainly is constituted of "That's what she said! Owned!"
Human #5:
The born-again good girl that found new outlooks after leaving me. But I miss her and she is forever my sister. I still think she's short.
Human #6:
The perpetually happy girl. She completely disregards the fact that she's female and stays happy, plays games and pigs out.
Human #7:
The creative-hilarious-good friend. She loves purple and is even cooler for taking a shine to Kamelot. Rock on.
Human #8:
This person is a pleasant soul. He is never too mean or too nice. He is Korean and loves Coldplay.
He was in my 2008 class.
Human #9:
This person could have had anyone else. Every day I just smile my biggest smile to myself and thank whoever it is that led me to her. And I still think I am the luckiest ever. She is my number nine. No-one ever can surpass her magic.
Human #10:
This person has led me not to believe in fate. Our relationship stands verily on chance. One small thing could have changed where I am today. They are tall for a girl and they find me insane beyond belief.
Human #11:
This person is scared by me, despite the fact that he is quite a lot larger than me. He is affectionate as hell and is afraid of hell. No offence, but he is a reminder of how awesome I am.
Human #12:
The first thing I ever said to this person was "rhinoceros' can charge faster than my phone.". Even though I have no real relationship with this person, we talk away the minutes/hours. It always renews my faith in MSN as a communication means. Someday I think we might meet for real.
Human #13:
This person has been in Germany for five minutes total. They do not have a receding hairline.
They have exceptional aim when brandishing sharp pens.
Human #14:
This person has deep humour and is a buff geek. His thought patterns are worthily expressed with his extensive knowledge of our language.
Human #15:
He is an Asian bogan. He takes an interest in makeshift weapons. He knows a lot about the world and doesn't have the best habit to suit his busy lifestyle.
Human #16:
This person is dedicated. He will chase his dream and I will be there to back him up. He also is quite fond of MTG and the dota. He is amazingly tolerant of me.
Human #17:
This person is short but has a large spirit. She shares my love for sarcasm and the Simpsons. I thank her for everything she's brought to me, including some experience with kids.
Human #18:
This person is fun fun fun. She makes burping and showing the mushed up foods in her mouth look good. She is also well on her way to being an awesome cook.
Human #19:
If you listen to this person, you will realise how underrated he is. I think all the hype (including the team name) is well deserved. Always got the last laugh, he is the MAN.
Human #20:
This person is humorous for one reason: Her "humour". She is nearly always excited and she talks with the fastest speed and the speech is never no accompanied by hand gestures. Go her.
THATS TWENTY! GUESS PLEASE.
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Environmental Factors.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
våre demoner
For our demons
Have haunted us for generations
Here's my thoughts on humanity's 'demons/demoner':
1. Pride:
Let's swallow it. Put it aside. Forget about it for a while. I already have. Peel away the cold exterior and reveal what's in our brains. It doesn't hurt to show a little bit of raw emotion. Tell the ones you love how much you do. I look pathetic and I don't care. I've swallowed my pride.
2. Taking Things for Granted:
or "getting bored of something" or "you-don't-know-what-you've-got-'til-its-gone disease". People get bored of me much easier than I get bored of them. What I do is think every day about how thankful I am for what I have. I try to show it in words and action. Others, they will be less and less excited to see me until it comes to a point where it goes "Why are you so clingy?". I won't take that well. I'm savouring what I have. I won't get bored.
Oh I'll be burning for years to come, stay with me and stay alight.
3. Shyity/Shyness/Lack of Confidence:
I don't know if this can be treated so much as influenced. I was a very shy boy back in the day. Since the separation of my parentals, I've been a total crazed mess of a person. I don't know why, but I've just gone "What the hell." and gone for it. How much does it take to pluck up the courage to drop one line that'll be memorable? Get out there. Into people's minds.
Break the ice. Don't wait for it to melt.
4. Self-hate:
Now I admit I haven't defeated this demon. Sometimes you just feel like the worst person ever. Most of the time I don't even know where I've gone wrong, and I just sit around moping and wondering what on earth I did. Then I settle on "I'm just unpleasant in general.". I'm told this isn't true, but people still act like I am a very bad human being. But I now think its no-ones fault.
Self-hate gets you nowhere, sometimes some pity, but otherwise nothing.
Leaves a taste as sour as vinegar in your mouth.
5. Hypocrisy:
Okay so I still have pride. Just a slither. I'm a hypocrite. And I have taken things for granted before. But I've learned my lesson mostly. I'm a hypocrite. And I still am shy and there are things that I can't bring myself to do. I'm a hypocrite. I try to give advice to other people who have the same problems I have that I don't treat myself. I'm a hypocrite.
I'm a teenager.
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Love songs know their stuff.
Kaizers Orchestra - Våre demoner
Released: 27 April 2009
Check it out. Inspired this blog. Shameless plugs for the win. It's in Norwegian but the music is nice. Check it out if you haven't yet. (27 April was the day Joyeeta returned from her trip to Thailand and was Jason Mi's 14th birthday).
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