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.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
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).
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Rockin' the facts.
I acknowledge the fact that I got this of Osborn, and that he got it off Renee.
Ten things I wish I could say to ten different people right now:
1. Have mercy.
2. I believe in you.
3. Thanks for having such ham.
4. Stay with me, I couldn't bear being apart.
5. Don't think, mate. GO FOR IT!
6. Get off your high horse. You aren't better than the rest of us.
7. The most talented are also the most humble.
8. I'll miss you.
9. Let's meet up one day. I miss you.
10. You are very intriguing.
Nine things about myself:
1. I can draw with a mouse.
2. My handwriting is shemale.
3. Orange juice is my preferred juice.
4. I'm always up for meeting new people.
5. I'm a sweet-talker of the sweetest kind.
6. I don't have a massive ego to compensate for other shortcomings.
7. Self-esteem is fluctuating.
8. I am too curious. Lucky I'm not a cat.
9. I am very deep in the ocean of love.
Eight ways to win my heart!:
1. In a contest after I'm dead.
2. Make me feel special.
3. Include me.
4. Talk to me when you see me alone.
5. Don't be shy.
6. Kaizers Orchestra/Kamelot.
7. Take my crap.
8. Give a crap.
Seven things that cross my mind a lot:
1. Her.
2. My dad's opinion.
3. My health.
4. FOOD.
5. Music.
6. Drama.
7. Sleep.
Six things I do before I fall asleep:
1. Shower.
2. Clean my teeth.
3. Take off clothes.
4. Put on clothes.
5. Drift off.
6. Then get into bed and drift off again.
Four things you're wearing right now:
1. New jeans.
2. Favourite jacket.
3. Plain white T.
4. A smile.
Three songs that you listen to often
1. Maestro - Kaizers Orchestra
2. Ghost Opera - Kamelot
3. Hold Music - Architecture In Helsinki
Two things you want to do before you die:
1. Have children.
2. Travel the world.
One confession:
Some people mean a lot more to me than they think.
OKAY THAT'S THAT.
in addition, I'm going to start posting pictures in my blogs sometimes.
What better way to start uploading than with a celebratory welcome to pictures.
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Everything is Art.
Ten things I wish I could say to ten different people right now:
1. Have mercy.
2. I believe in you.
3. Thanks for having such ham.
4. Stay with me, I couldn't bear being apart.
5. Don't think, mate. GO FOR IT!
6. Get off your high horse. You aren't better than the rest of us.
7. The most talented are also the most humble.
8. I'll miss you.
9. Let's meet up one day. I miss you.
10. You are very intriguing.
Nine things about myself:
1. I can draw with a mouse.
2. My handwriting is shemale.
3. Orange juice is my preferred juice.
4. I'm always up for meeting new people.
5. I'm a sweet-talker of the sweetest kind.
6. I don't have a massive ego to compensate for other shortcomings.
7. Self-esteem is fluctuating.
8. I am too curious. Lucky I'm not a cat.
9. I am very deep in the ocean of love.
Eight ways to win my heart!:
1. In a contest after I'm dead.
2. Make me feel special.
3. Include me.
4. Talk to me when you see me alone.
5. Don't be shy.
6. Kaizers Orchestra/Kamelot.
7. Take my crap.
8. Give a crap.
Seven things that cross my mind a lot:
1. Her.
2. My dad's opinion.
3. My health.
4. FOOD.
5. Music.
6. Drama.
7. Sleep.
Six things I do before I fall asleep:
1. Shower.
2. Clean my teeth.
3. Take off clothes.
4. Put on clothes.
5. Drift off.
6. Then get into bed and drift off again.
Four things you're wearing right now:
1. New jeans.
2. Favourite jacket.
3. Plain white T.
4. A smile.
Three songs that you listen to often
1. Maestro - Kaizers Orchestra
2. Ghost Opera - Kamelot
3. Hold Music - Architecture In Helsinki
Two things you want to do before you die:
1. Have children.
2. Travel the world.
One confession:
Some people mean a lot more to me than they think.
OKAY THAT'S THAT.
in addition, I'm going to start posting pictures in my blogs sometimes.
What better way to start uploading than with a celebratory welcome to pictures.
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Everything is Art.
Friday, June 19, 2009
JCJ 888
8 = chinese lucky number
seriously coolest number plate ever.
in other news, i now have a mother and a step mother.
good on you, dad.
Mr. Run Qiang Gong and Mrs. Chang E. Ding.
This is the first time i've worn a suit in my life.
I will show a picture of it on request, but who wants to see me in a suit?
So now, I've started to think, is a half brother/sister out of the question?
My dad says never out of the question. I hope that he does have another child.
She's still young and he's still working. Although he might have to work til past 65 if he does.
but the idea is so exciting, a kid who's 15 or so years younger than me !
He/she would definitely like me best.
Speaking of kids liking me, my duke of ed service is after school care with Divya for Murray Farm students. (nice segue eh?)
I'm a boy so I'm not allowed in any rooms with only a girl in it, either cause boys are not to be trusted or itll look bad if the girl accuses the boy of something when they are the only two in a room. Oh and I'm not allowed in the pillow room because its full of pillows that kids hide under, and guys arent allowed to go to places that kids are concealed. All just precautionary things.
I can yell from the doorway though. (=
I feel accomplished. I helped Jed the Year 2 kid do his homework.
I realised how hard it is to explain things like use of plurals, why there's a 'u' in 'guess' and why the sentence "Mum sat in a table to do her work." doesn't make sense. VERY HARD.
This reinforced my point "English is messed up.".
One thing I am proud of myself: I taught him the "a or an" rule of grammar all by myself !
All the other things he would need constant help and reassurance. But once I explained this to him, he was like 'hmm..elephant..a...e!". Then he turns to me and says in his little year 2 voice "an?" And I smile and say "Good work!". From then he was on fire. I engraved the vowels into his brain, or rather, penciled them into his homework book. He was quiet and I'm not sure about smart, since I don't remember how dumb I was in Year 2.
Lots of pencil sharpening for the week to come later, Divya remembered to call her parents, but Ms. Cornwall couldn't wait for them cause she needed to pick up her children. So she dropped Divya and me at North Rocks Park. While waiting for Divya's dad to pick us up, I attained this massive bruise on the side of my head.
Chris Gong Behaviour + Nighttime + Metal Equipment = Ouch.
So I say to Divya's dad "I need to go to Carlingford Court". I use the word "need" loosely because all I wanted to do is get a free Big Mac. I felt bad for that cause the traffic was terrible.
Anyway, I had my Big Mac and I walked past Carlingford Village on the way home, and thought "I'll go in there because my family might be eating there." But I thought, "Nah, that's a crazy assumption, but meh."
And whaddaya know, there they were, muching away without me. I was like "OH CRAP!" and stuffed my McDonald's bag into my school bag. My dad was like "How the crap did you know we were here and get here?". I just said "I had an inkling.".
AAAAAND, i turned this blog post into a recount. but whatever.
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Don't take what I say too seriously.
seriously coolest number plate ever.
in other news, i now have a mother and a step mother.
good on you, dad.
Mr. Run Qiang Gong and Mrs. Chang E. Ding.
This is the first time i've worn a suit in my life.
I will show a picture of it on request, but who wants to see me in a suit?
So now, I've started to think, is a half brother/sister out of the question?
My dad says never out of the question. I hope that he does have another child.
She's still young and he's still working. Although he might have to work til past 65 if he does.
but the idea is so exciting, a kid who's 15 or so years younger than me !
He/she would definitely like me best.
Speaking of kids liking me, my duke of ed service is after school care with Divya for Murray Farm students. (nice segue eh?)
I'm a boy so I'm not allowed in any rooms with only a girl in it, either cause boys are not to be trusted or itll look bad if the girl accuses the boy of something when they are the only two in a room. Oh and I'm not allowed in the pillow room because its full of pillows that kids hide under, and guys arent allowed to go to places that kids are concealed. All just precautionary things.
I can yell from the doorway though. (=
I feel accomplished. I helped Jed the Year 2 kid do his homework.
I realised how hard it is to explain things like use of plurals, why there's a 'u' in 'guess' and why the sentence "Mum sat in a table to do her work." doesn't make sense. VERY HARD.
This reinforced my point "English is messed up.".
One thing I am proud of myself: I taught him the "a or an" rule of grammar all by myself !
All the other things he would need constant help and reassurance. But once I explained this to him, he was like 'hmm..elephant..a...e!". Then he turns to me and says in his little year 2 voice "an?" And I smile and say "Good work!". From then he was on fire. I engraved the vowels into his brain, or rather, penciled them into his homework book. He was quiet and I'm not sure about smart, since I don't remember how dumb I was in Year 2.
Lots of pencil sharpening for the week to come later, Divya remembered to call her parents, but Ms. Cornwall couldn't wait for them cause she needed to pick up her children. So she dropped Divya and me at North Rocks Park. While waiting for Divya's dad to pick us up, I attained this massive bruise on the side of my head.
Chris Gong Behaviour + Nighttime + Metal Equipment = Ouch.
So I say to Divya's dad "I need to go to Carlingford Court". I use the word "need" loosely because all I wanted to do is get a free Big Mac. I felt bad for that cause the traffic was terrible.
Anyway, I had my Big Mac and I walked past Carlingford Village on the way home, and thought "I'll go in there because my family might be eating there." But I thought, "Nah, that's a crazy assumption, but meh."
And whaddaya know, there they were, muching away without me. I was like "OH CRAP!" and stuffed my McDonald's bag into my school bag. My dad was like "How the crap did you know we were here and get here?". I just said "I had an inkling.".
AAAAAND, i turned this blog post into a recount. but whatever.
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Don't take what I say too seriously.
out with the old. in with the new.
Here I am once again, ranting.
Missed it? I didn't.
Here, right now, I feel like the worst person ever:
-I'm bad at most things.
-I look and act like an idiot.
-I don't know when to stop.
-I take take take take take take, but never give.
-I 'force my opinions' on everyone.
-I'm unreliable.
-The way I beat myself up also pisses people off.
God. Here's two good things about me:
-My handwriting. (maybe not even this)
-My skills at SSBB.
Pretty pathetic eh? Invader of space. Chained weight and parasite.
Pity-seeker so much that I've been given up on. You just can't take it anymore.
I want to feel wanted. It used to work.
Now a little joke about anything gets a 'fine' or a 'whatever' or an 'ok' or an 'i don't care'.
You leave.
I follow.
I leave.
You turn a blind eye and walk away.
I don't want the choice.
My choice is what makes you happy.
I just never want to do otherwise.
You have my dignity, pride and power.
The woman has it.
I try to have a bad mood.
This makes you mad.
I just flip right around and chase after you and try my best to make you happy.
Because, unlike you, I can't stand to be apart.
You are my better.
I'm only for small doses.
On the other hand, I want you all the time.
I'm not one you turn to.
I don't give the answers/reactions you desire.
Leave me or show me that I'm needed.
There are other people, amazing-er than me, who just make you smile so much. They are me with about 120% more to offer. I'm a ghost who just subtly follows and peeves. I sure hope it isn't a trend. Out with the old. In with the new. Again it brings to my timeless theory "Meeting me is great fun. Knowing me sucks.". Yes, I know you'll hate me for saying these things, petty jealousy. Face it, it's me.
Then I think, you have more than a valid reason to be like that. And there I go again, hating myself for feeling sorry for myself and not you.
Seriously, you can make me feel the worst.
To you and anyone who reads this, I am that pathetic. I know half of this is untrue but it is the way it seems to me now without your input.
But no matter what, at the end of the day, you're always bringin' me back to you. Just call my name. And I couldn't fit in a million blog posts, all the things you do that make me smile and how much you mean to me. I've even resorted to cliché. Even when I'm sitting around wallowing in the negative, you can pull me from the rough with but three simple words. And the feelings more than mutual. I love you, unbelievably much more than ever before.
That's my twenty-two cents on that.
_________________________________________________
I've opened mine. Now you open your heart.
Missed it? I didn't.
Here, right now, I feel like the worst person ever:
-I'm bad at most things.
-I look and act like an idiot.
-I don't know when to stop.
-I take take take take take take, but never give.
-I 'force my opinions' on everyone.
-I'm unreliable.
-The way I beat myself up also pisses people off.
God. Here's two good things about me:
-My handwriting. (maybe not even this)
-My skills at SSBB.
Pretty pathetic eh? Invader of space. Chained weight and parasite.
Pity-seeker so much that I've been given up on. You just can't take it anymore.
I want to feel wanted. It used to work.
Now a little joke about anything gets a 'fine' or a 'whatever' or an 'ok' or an 'i don't care'.
You leave.
I follow.
I leave.
You turn a blind eye and walk away.
I don't want the choice.
My choice is what makes you happy.
I just never want to do otherwise.
You have my dignity, pride and power.
The woman has it.
I try to have a bad mood.
This makes you mad.
I just flip right around and chase after you and try my best to make you happy.
Because, unlike you, I can't stand to be apart.
You are my better.
I'm only for small doses.
On the other hand, I want you all the time.
I'm not one you turn to.
I don't give the answers/reactions you desire.
Leave me or show me that I'm needed.
There are other people, amazing-er than me, who just make you smile so much. They are me with about 120% more to offer. I'm a ghost who just subtly follows and peeves. I sure hope it isn't a trend. Out with the old. In with the new. Again it brings to my timeless theory "Meeting me is great fun. Knowing me sucks.". Yes, I know you'll hate me for saying these things, petty jealousy. Face it, it's me.
Then I think, you have more than a valid reason to be like that. And there I go again, hating myself for feeling sorry for myself and not you.
Seriously, you can make me feel the worst.
To you and anyone who reads this, I am that pathetic. I know half of this is untrue but it is the way it seems to me now without your input.
But no matter what, at the end of the day, you're always bringin' me back to you. Just call my name. And I couldn't fit in a million blog posts, all the things you do that make me smile and how much you mean to me. I've even resorted to cliché. Even when I'm sitting around wallowing in the negative, you can pull me from the rough with but three simple words. And the feelings more than mutual. I love you, unbelievably much more than ever before.
That's my twenty-two cents on that.
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I've opened mine. Now you open your heart.
Friday, June 12, 2009
the trendiest of trends
I KNOW JACK'S GOT ME BEAT BUT I DON'T CARE.
Perspectives - Myself
Who are we to make justice the way we do?
Two parties are biased and the third,
Doesn't even know when, where, what or who.
Emotions rule the courts, now that's just absurd.
The homeless man has to shoot down his food
Time comes for decisions, which way do you lean?
"He's just fightin' for survival, dude!"
or "He's a feral, madman, a killing machine!"?
Without a total global mental connection
Every little thing could stand for correction
Even when we have explored everyone's perspective
It's all up to our respective directives.
Take the oversqueezed topic that is love,
Your opinions are always mixed
To some it's all doves and wonderful like the stars above
But to the heartbroken, it's pain that can't be fixed
He is all but lost for words
She thinks he just doesn't listen.
He thinks she doesn't love him, and that hurts
She's just too embarrassed to tell him how much he glistens.
Without a total global mental connection
Every little thing could stand for correction
Even when we have explored everyone's perspective
We can never be called psychological detectives.
I am proud,
I am loud,
You see a showoff,
Who thinks he's so tough
Has he lost his mind
Or is his incredibly refined?
Is she lame
Or is she just completely sane?
Hyperactive or a dancer?
We'll never know the answer.
Without a total global mental connection
Every little thing could stand for correction
Even when we have explored everyone's perspective
Earthly methods of judgement will never be effective.
END.
I think this took more than one hour to write.
Yeah, it sucks.
___________________________________________
Excuse the poor expression.
A writer's not what I am.
Perspectives - Myself
Who are we to make justice the way we do?
Two parties are biased and the third,
Doesn't even know when, where, what or who.
Emotions rule the courts, now that's just absurd.
The homeless man has to shoot down his food
Time comes for decisions, which way do you lean?
"He's just fightin' for survival, dude!"
or "He's a feral, madman, a killing machine!"?
Without a total global mental connection
Every little thing could stand for correction
Even when we have explored everyone's perspective
It's all up to our respective directives.
Take the oversqueezed topic that is love,
Your opinions are always mixed
To some it's all doves and wonderful like the stars above
But to the heartbroken, it's pain that can't be fixed
He is all but lost for words
She thinks he just doesn't listen.
He thinks she doesn't love him, and that hurts
She's just too embarrassed to tell him how much he glistens.
Without a total global mental connection
Every little thing could stand for correction
Even when we have explored everyone's perspective
We can never be called psychological detectives.
I am proud,
I am loud,
You see a showoff,
Who thinks he's so tough
Has he lost his mind
Or is his incredibly refined?
Is she lame
Or is she just completely sane?
Hyperactive or a dancer?
We'll never know the answer.
Without a total global mental connection
Every little thing could stand for correction
Even when we have explored everyone's perspective
Earthly methods of judgement will never be effective.
END.
I think this took more than one hour to write.
Yeah, it sucks.
___________________________________________
Excuse the poor expression.
A writer's not what I am.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
the new trend.
HEY! LET'S POST A SONG LIKE JACK M. MARSDEN
Ungeneric - Myself
I'm not one to write a love song /slash/ whine
But everybody has their time
And this time is mine
Don't look at me like it's a crime.
If I ever did this I did swear
To reach out of the convention
And go wherever I dared
To never ever at all mention that
"I love yooooouuuuuu,
That's one thing I know is truuuuuue."
There are other words than true that rhyme with you
And we do not stick to eachother like super glue
And you're not contagious like the common flu
Oh what can I doooo
To be ungeneric?
What do I hope to achieve with this rhetorical question?
Surely theres a better way to express my obsession
than "Why can't I keep my eyes off you?"
Lines like that, girls have far outgrew
Why is it that guys stoop so low?
I think their love has clogged up their creative flow.
But, who am I to call other guys wussy
When the exact same fate has befallen me?
"I love yooooouuuuuu,
That's one thing I know is truuuuuue."
There are other words than true that rhyme with you
And we do not stick to eachother like super glue
And you're not contagious like the common flu
Oh what can I doooo
To be ungeneric?
"My love for thee is vast as the oceans and seas."
Metaphors and similes.
What about "You're like the smell of my toilet, indescribable by words."?
Not bad apart from the reek and turds
Ahh, unconventional thinking is riddling
Oh who am I kidding,
All I've got is
"I love yooooouuuuuu,
That's one thing I know is truuuuuue."
There are other words than true that rhyme with you
And we do not stick to eachother like super glue
And you're not contagious like the common flu
Oh what can I doooo
To be ungeneric?
END.
Well I hope you liked it.
____________________________________________________
Conventions are conventions because they are nice and easy.
Ungeneric - Myself
I'm not one to write a love song /slash/ whine
But everybody has their time
And this time is mine
Don't look at me like it's a crime.
If I ever did this I did swear
To reach out of the convention
And go wherever I dared
To never ever at all mention that
"I love yooooouuuuuu,
That's one thing I know is truuuuuue."
There are other words than true that rhyme with you
And we do not stick to eachother like super glue
And you're not contagious like the common flu
Oh what can I doooo
To be ungeneric?
What do I hope to achieve with this rhetorical question?
Surely theres a better way to express my obsession
than "Why can't I keep my eyes off you?"
Lines like that, girls have far outgrew
Why is it that guys stoop so low?
I think their love has clogged up their creative flow.
But, who am I to call other guys wussy
When the exact same fate has befallen me?
"I love yooooouuuuuu,
That's one thing I know is truuuuuue."
There are other words than true that rhyme with you
And we do not stick to eachother like super glue
And you're not contagious like the common flu
Oh what can I doooo
To be ungeneric?
"My love for thee is vast as the oceans and seas."
Metaphors and similes.
What about "You're like the smell of my toilet, indescribable by words."?
Not bad apart from the reek and turds
Ahh, unconventional thinking is riddling
Oh who am I kidding,
All I've got is
"I love yooooouuuuuu,
That's one thing I know is truuuuuue."
There are other words than true that rhyme with you
And we do not stick to eachother like super glue
And you're not contagious like the common flu
Oh what can I doooo
To be ungeneric?
END.
Well I hope you liked it.
____________________________________________________
Conventions are conventions because they are nice and easy.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
CBG
Today, I will read you a story.
It's about a boy called Christopher Gong.
He's a teenager in the high point of life. Any more excitement in his life would cause a chemical reaction that will cause him to explode into bite-sized cubes. So he goes to school and he's in Year 9. I think he would say that its been his best year ever. The lowest of lows will be followed by the highest of highs. ALWAYS. Think about it.
Anyway, in the morning he wakes up. 6:31 is shown on his clock. This is due to the fact that his alarm is on his phone and set to 6:30. But his phone is one minute slower than his clock. But nevermind this at all, he sets his phone timer to 29 minutes, as this is all he will allow himself to sleep in, and climbs back up to his top bunk. He admires his portrait and then dozes off to thoughts of a person he will see in a couple of hours. His in-head bliss is smashed by the sound of an electronic bell sample. His 29 minutes are up. The clock now reads 7:00. He was dreaming too well to wake up now, so in his half-sleep, he sets himself ten more minutes. Once again, the timer wakes the boy. 7:10. By 7:16 he jumps out of bed and applies his deodorant liberally, hoping it will be noticed. Now in his sport uniform, he has two minutes to leave the house. "Food isn't important." he thinks and goes to brush his teeth. Then he sets his iPod to blast various Norwegian bands into his willing ears. He then grabs a pair of socks, stuffs it in his shoe and dashes outside. He rushes up the street to Pennant Hills Rd, ignoring anything sharp or of questionable texture that he steps on with his bare feet. He runs a close call into the middle of the busy road, and the bus pulls up to the bus stop just metres away from where he's standing.
The children have nearly all filed into the 781 and Christopher still sees no gaps in the traffic. Then as the bus doors almost close on him, one particular white car slows down for him and blinks his lights to indicate Chris' right to cross. Having no time to thank the driver or even look at them, he speeds across the road and onto the bus, giving him/her a mind kiss along the way. He takes a seat next to J. Kao as there are people missing on Wednesdays. He curses the recent early-comings of the 781 with her and then settles and turns up his music. By the next bus stop he remembers that he still needs to put on his shoes, so he does so.
Upon arrival at school, his iPod is still on and Sigøynerblod is playing. He dances around in the quadrangle to this upbeat piece. His peers think it is ridiculous. It is then when Christopher realises that he is the only one who can hear the music and calms down. Yeah, Christopher Gong, the weird guy who dances too much. And quite poorly too. Many people just see him as a way to get a quick thrill or a cheap laugh, and he enjoys giving it. But until late last year, thats ALL he was. Anyway, after a few more minutes of being antisocial, he switches off his iPod and joins the conversation.
The 8:38 bell which marks the beginning of the school day rings and Christopher rushes off to roll call after giving R. Lee a handwriting sample. At roll call he meets a sight for sore eyes, and laughs at how pathetic he is. His eyes are sore for them after only hours of separation. The roll marked, he moves off to Geography followed by PD. After a video about Australian Fauna and love confessions from L. Pavich, recess begins. Christopher, by the way is a scabby scabface, and he knows it and is told it. His stomach a fifth filled by scabbed food, he moves off to Woodwork, confused at where the Photography students are going. He cuts out his tray's legs and helps SFVMcB 'penetrate' in this period. When the bell rings, he rushes out and throught the back of the TLC to his Maths period in an art room. No, he's not keen on Maths, but he is on the Photography students. When he gets there, he realises that they went somewhere else, so he goes to Maths. He finishes not listening to Mr. McFadden and walks out to lunch. He spends lunchtime in the G corridor chit-chatting with his mates.
Next is sport. Whether or not Walking would involve walking is up to the teacher and students. Christopher, being the energetic young go-getter he is, expresses his desire to walk despite the ominous weather. Pity is that he was the only one of his kind in his group, so when the teacher decides that they would be walking, he could hear and feel the hate radiating off the bodies of his peers. The group reaches their destination of Stockland shopping mall in Baulkham Hills through a complex of side streets. Being the scabby scabface he is with many nice friends, he manages to alleviate his hunger with Choc Chip cookies, lamingtons and Cola. Upon Christopher's group's arrival back at school, he and his friends migrate to the unoccupied drama room to have some form of mixed social. Music is practised, playful frolicking is happening. An abrupt stop to this festival of Year 9s is seen to by Mr. Hopper. All the students pace out of the room quicker than expected. That eccentric Art teacher can be threatening at times.
After a few minutes spent outside, Christopher catches his bus, the 772. Luckily for him, the bus is only half filled when he boards, unlike on other occasions. He takes a seat next to a good friend of his and he and she enjoy the ride home. His bus stop comes by and he steps off the bus and walks home. He is already exhausted and thinks about the holidays, when sometimes this is the time he gets out of bed to start the day.
Now Christopher is at home and already misses her.
He is now laughing at how pathetic he is.
_______________________________________________________
I am Christopher Ben Gong.
It's about a boy called Christopher Gong.
He's a teenager in the high point of life. Any more excitement in his life would cause a chemical reaction that will cause him to explode into bite-sized cubes. So he goes to school and he's in Year 9. I think he would say that its been his best year ever. The lowest of lows will be followed by the highest of highs. ALWAYS. Think about it.
Anyway, in the morning he wakes up. 6:31 is shown on his clock. This is due to the fact that his alarm is on his phone and set to 6:30. But his phone is one minute slower than his clock. But nevermind this at all, he sets his phone timer to 29 minutes, as this is all he will allow himself to sleep in, and climbs back up to his top bunk. He admires his portrait and then dozes off to thoughts of a person he will see in a couple of hours. His in-head bliss is smashed by the sound of an electronic bell sample. His 29 minutes are up. The clock now reads 7:00. He was dreaming too well to wake up now, so in his half-sleep, he sets himself ten more minutes. Once again, the timer wakes the boy. 7:10. By 7:16 he jumps out of bed and applies his deodorant liberally, hoping it will be noticed. Now in his sport uniform, he has two minutes to leave the house. "Food isn't important." he thinks and goes to brush his teeth. Then he sets his iPod to blast various Norwegian bands into his willing ears. He then grabs a pair of socks, stuffs it in his shoe and dashes outside. He rushes up the street to Pennant Hills Rd, ignoring anything sharp or of questionable texture that he steps on with his bare feet. He runs a close call into the middle of the busy road, and the bus pulls up to the bus stop just metres away from where he's standing.
The children have nearly all filed into the 781 and Christopher still sees no gaps in the traffic. Then as the bus doors almost close on him, one particular white car slows down for him and blinks his lights to indicate Chris' right to cross. Having no time to thank the driver or even look at them, he speeds across the road and onto the bus, giving him/her a mind kiss along the way. He takes a seat next to J. Kao as there are people missing on Wednesdays. He curses the recent early-comings of the 781 with her and then settles and turns up his music. By the next bus stop he remembers that he still needs to put on his shoes, so he does so.
Upon arrival at school, his iPod is still on and Sigøynerblod is playing. He dances around in the quadrangle to this upbeat piece. His peers think it is ridiculous. It is then when Christopher realises that he is the only one who can hear the music and calms down. Yeah, Christopher Gong, the weird guy who dances too much. And quite poorly too. Many people just see him as a way to get a quick thrill or a cheap laugh, and he enjoys giving it. But until late last year, thats ALL he was. Anyway, after a few more minutes of being antisocial, he switches off his iPod and joins the conversation.
The 8:38 bell which marks the beginning of the school day rings and Christopher rushes off to roll call after giving R. Lee a handwriting sample. At roll call he meets a sight for sore eyes, and laughs at how pathetic he is. His eyes are sore for them after only hours of separation. The roll marked, he moves off to Geography followed by PD. After a video about Australian Fauna and love confessions from L. Pavich, recess begins. Christopher, by the way is a scabby scabface, and he knows it and is told it. His stomach a fifth filled by scabbed food, he moves off to Woodwork, confused at where the Photography students are going. He cuts out his tray's legs and helps SFVMcB 'penetrate' in this period. When the bell rings, he rushes out and throught the back of the TLC to his Maths period in an art room. No, he's not keen on Maths, but he is on the Photography students. When he gets there, he realises that they went somewhere else, so he goes to Maths. He finishes not listening to Mr. McFadden and walks out to lunch. He spends lunchtime in the G corridor chit-chatting with his mates.
Next is sport. Whether or not Walking would involve walking is up to the teacher and students. Christopher, being the energetic young go-getter he is, expresses his desire to walk despite the ominous weather. Pity is that he was the only one of his kind in his group, so when the teacher decides that they would be walking, he could hear and feel the hate radiating off the bodies of his peers. The group reaches their destination of Stockland shopping mall in Baulkham Hills through a complex of side streets. Being the scabby scabface he is with many nice friends, he manages to alleviate his hunger with Choc Chip cookies, lamingtons and Cola. Upon Christopher's group's arrival back at school, he and his friends migrate to the unoccupied drama room to have some form of mixed social. Music is practised, playful frolicking is happening. An abrupt stop to this festival of Year 9s is seen to by Mr. Hopper. All the students pace out of the room quicker than expected. That eccentric Art teacher can be threatening at times.
After a few minutes spent outside, Christopher catches his bus, the 772. Luckily for him, the bus is only half filled when he boards, unlike on other occasions. He takes a seat next to a good friend of his and he and she enjoy the ride home. His bus stop comes by and he steps off the bus and walks home. He is already exhausted and thinks about the holidays, when sometimes this is the time he gets out of bed to start the day.
Now Christopher is at home and already misses her.
He is now laughing at how pathetic he is.
_______________________________________________________
I am Christopher Ben Gong.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
?nnaire.
inspired by jackus.
asked by joyeetus.
answered by chrus.
if you could be anybody in the world, who would you be and who would you have as your best friend?
I have two answers to this one. I would really be myself the same as I am, since I have everything I need + more (=. but a satisfying answer would be: I want to be Superman.
he gets da chixxx and is hardcore and junk yeah? he can like run fast, and punch walls without
bruising his knuckles (hmmmrrrr). And my best friend would be Captain Falcon. He would be
the most super friend ever. Imagine the nerdgasms that would result from that teamup.
why are you copying me?!
why are you copying me?!
deaf or blind?
judging by the fact that I can see, and I can hear, I'm going to say that I'm neither.
To answer your question properly, I'd say deaf. I don't think I could live without sight.
is there life after death?
There is death after life.
But to answer your question properly (:D) I think there is some form of afterlife. I hope not for heaven, but for a peaceful observation of the world like a ghost who flies through the air and says hi to other ghosts. OH and I want my ghost to be my 25 year old self.
if you knew that aliens were listening, what would you say to them ?
I would just play Kaizers Orchestra. Then I'd say "Take this to your people and you may worship together."
have you ever been alone in a crowded room ?
Well, I'm here with you, I said
The world could be burning down.
jeah.
first thing that comes to your mind when i say 'cap'
The ladies just LOOOOOOOOOVE the CAPPYY!
That line specifically, but when I think of that I think of Friday 8th of May 2009.
Out near the memorial garden, rehearsing the first script.
chocolate or chocolate
dammit joyeeta, how do you keep thinking of the hardest and most brainracking questions?
rrgh, this is such a tough one. I'm going to have to say chocolate. wait not chocolate, chocolate !
THAT ONE! RRGH NOT THAT ONE, THAT ONE! CHOCOLATE!
whichever you think is sexier. (=
would you use a toaster or a hair dryer or other to kill yourself in a bathtub?
If I did commit suicide in a bathtub, it would probably be the hair dryer, i mean, the toast would get wet anyway.
But seriously, in a bathtub, sleeping pills. I wouldn't even need an OD.
would you rather go bungee jump with a normal rope or skydive with an umbrella?
So let me clarify, you want me to choose between:
Getting my feet chopped off then falling to my death.
and.
Falling to my death.
I think I'll choose the latter, thanks for the intelligent question.
(special grace addition) :)arent u sleepy
YES. Joyeeta come back so we can beddybyes.
EDN.
That's all the questions I'm answering now. more questions please.
_________________________________________________
It was cold and dark, but I wasn't all alone.
asked by joyeetus.
answered by chrus.
if you could be anybody in the world, who would you be and who would you have as your best friend?
I have two answers to this one. I would really be myself the same as I am, since I have everything I need + more (=. but a satisfying answer would be: I want to be Superman.
he gets da chixxx and is hardcore and junk yeah? he can like run fast, and punch walls without
bruising his knuckles (hmmmrrrr). And my best friend would be Captain Falcon. He would be
the most super friend ever. Imagine the nerdgasms that would result from that teamup.
why are you copying me?!
why are you copying me?!
deaf or blind?
judging by the fact that I can see, and I can hear, I'm going to say that I'm neither.
To answer your question properly, I'd say deaf. I don't think I could live without sight.
is there life after death?
There is death after life.
But to answer your question properly (:D) I think there is some form of afterlife. I hope not for heaven, but for a peaceful observation of the world like a ghost who flies through the air and says hi to other ghosts. OH and I want my ghost to be my 25 year old self.
if you knew that aliens were listening, what would you say to them ?
I would just play Kaizers Orchestra. Then I'd say "Take this to your people and you may worship together."
have you ever been alone in a crowded room ?
Well, I'm here with you, I said
The world could be burning down.
jeah.
first thing that comes to your mind when i say 'cap'
The ladies just LOOOOOOOOOVE the CAPPYY!
That line specifically, but when I think of that I think of Friday 8th of May 2009.
Out near the memorial garden, rehearsing the first script.
chocolate or chocolate
dammit joyeeta, how do you keep thinking of the hardest and most brainracking questions?
rrgh, this is such a tough one. I'm going to have to say chocolate. wait not chocolate, chocolate !
THAT ONE! RRGH NOT THAT ONE, THAT ONE! CHOCOLATE!
whichever you think is sexier. (=
would you use a toaster or a hair dryer or other to kill yourself in a bathtub?
If I did commit suicide in a bathtub, it would probably be the hair dryer, i mean, the toast would get wet anyway.
But seriously, in a bathtub, sleeping pills. I wouldn't even need an OD.
would you rather go bungee jump with a normal rope or skydive with an umbrella?
So let me clarify, you want me to choose between:
Getting my feet chopped off then falling to my death.
and.
Falling to my death.
I think I'll choose the latter, thanks for the intelligent question.
(special grace addition) :)arent u sleepy
YES. Joyeeta come back so we can beddybyes.
EDN.
That's all the questions I'm answering now. more questions please.
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It was cold and dark, but I wasn't all alone.
Monday, May 11, 2009
månen
you know that thing.
when you have your music on.
and youre rockin out
the volumes perfectly good
but since no-ones home.
you turn it up much louder.
and do crazy things.
but then,
you have to turn it down
down to where it once was
and it just feels like its not worth it anymore?
yeah, that applies to other things too.
autopiloting takes you great places.
when you wake up, you ruin it.
Monday, Monday.
the one between Sunday and Tuesday,
bearer of bad news and moodswings.
Sunday anticipates the bad news.
Tuesday fixes everything damaged by moodswings.
so what's Monday good for?
ill get back to that one.
the window of freedom is closing.
the draft is coming in
and gives people the chills.
but i just want to jump through
and run for the hills.
all for one,
sounds like an unfair trade.
but for that one,
you'd forget all you paid.
less '?' more '!'
we are in our own time and our own place.
no other faces but yours and my face.
we do whatever we want and do whatever our own way.
til we cant tell day from night and night from day.
and theres no price to pay.
All the times I am distant,
and our eyes don't connect,
its because,
i want more than just our eyes to connect,
and id come over there in an instant.
Monday: My day which I think with my brain. Which comes out as crap.
_______________________________________________
Consider investing in some balls, Christopher.
when you have your music on.
and youre rockin out
the volumes perfectly good
but since no-ones home.
you turn it up much louder.
and do crazy things.
but then,
you have to turn it down
down to where it once was
and it just feels like its not worth it anymore?
yeah, that applies to other things too.
autopiloting takes you great places.
when you wake up, you ruin it.
Monday, Monday.
the one between Sunday and Tuesday,
bearer of bad news and moodswings.
Sunday anticipates the bad news.
Tuesday fixes everything damaged by moodswings.
so what's Monday good for?
ill get back to that one.
the window of freedom is closing.
the draft is coming in
and gives people the chills.
but i just want to jump through
and run for the hills.
all for one,
sounds like an unfair trade.
but for that one,
you'd forget all you paid.
less '?' more '!'
we are in our own time and our own place.
no other faces but yours and my face.
we do whatever we want and do whatever our own way.
til we cant tell day from night and night from day.
and theres no price to pay.
All the times I am distant,
and our eyes don't connect,
its because,
i want more than just our eyes to connect,
and id come over there in an instant.
Monday: My day which I think with my brain. Which comes out as crap.
_______________________________________________
Consider investing in some balls, Christopher.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
BECAUSE I FEEL OBLIGED.
I don't want to write.
But I do.
Yeah well anyway, time i should write one of those boring recount blogs.
Rather than the boring angstyranty blogs.
Ahh, the rest of these holidays are going to be boring.
Nothing planned.
No-one to plan with.
I think ill just take many many walks to keep off the lazies.
And I must devote my afternoons to art.
If nobody noticed, i actually like making art.
Today I rode my bike down to Telopea's Coles.
I bought some biscuits and two cans of Mother.
Theres a reason each can says "maximum legal limit".
Two in one day is not that good an idea.
I'm so high.
That's ONE WHOLE LITRE OF MENERGY.
I also drew a self portrait that looks less and less like me every time i look at it.
I want to draw everybody else.
Tomorrow I'm going to go to significant places to either take pictures or sketch.
TIME FOR THE MOTHER (lol) OF ALL CRASHES.
every high has a low.
goodnight all my non-existent readers.
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I hope you are feeling what I am.
But I do.
Yeah well anyway, time i should write one of those boring recount blogs.
Rather than the boring angstyranty blogs.
Ahh, the rest of these holidays are going to be boring.
Nothing planned.
No-one to plan with.
I think ill just take many many walks to keep off the lazies.
And I must devote my afternoons to art.
If nobody noticed, i actually like making art.
Today I rode my bike down to Telopea's Coles.
I bought some biscuits and two cans of Mother.
Theres a reason each can says "maximum legal limit".
Two in one day is not that good an idea.
I'm so high.
That's ONE WHOLE LITRE OF MENERGY.
I also drew a self portrait that looks less and less like me every time i look at it.
I want to draw everybody else.
Tomorrow I'm going to go to significant places to either take pictures or sketch.
TIME FOR THE MOTHER (lol) OF ALL CRASHES.
every high has a low.
goodnight all my non-existent readers.
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I hope you are feeling what I am.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
dear you.
This one's for you:
This doesn't change where we stand.
I don't care less in the slightest.
Your worth will stay the same always.
_________________________________
Did I not say, I'm here to stay?
This doesn't change where we stand.
I don't care less in the slightest.
Your worth will stay the same always.
_________________________________
Did I not say, I'm here to stay?
something like this.
-doesn't come along very often.
-should be embraced.
-is what is sought after in life.
-gives you the best feeling.
-is special.
-is real.
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Oh Meyer, gi meg et kyss!
Gi meg en ny vår!
-should be embraced.
-is what is sought after in life.
-gives you the best feeling.
-is special.
-is real.
________________________________________
Oh Meyer, gi meg et kyss!
Gi meg en ny vår!
Thursday, April 2, 2009
=(
No, I didn't.
What's wrong with me?
________________________________________
MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
What's wrong with me?
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MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Friday, March 20, 2009
erforsie.
dear whomever reads this,
i want you to know.
it's not just,
`Chrees Jong (L) You.
its,
Christopher Gong loves you.
____________________________
Rockin' the House.
i want you to know.
it's not just,
`Chrees Jong (L) You.
its,
Christopher Gong loves you.
____________________________
Rockin' the House.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
REMEMBER THE NAME.
How Would You Describe Yourself ?
Big City Life - Mattafix
What Do You Like In A Guy/Girl?
Everytime I Die - Children of Bodom
How Do You Feel Today?
Dr. Mowinckel - Kaizers Orchestra
What Is Your Life Purpose?
Balloon Trip - SSBB
What's Your Motto?
In Between - Linkin Park
What Do Your Friends Think Of You?
Canadian Idiot - Weird Al Yankovic
What Do Your Parents Think Of You ?
Cyanide - Metallica
What Do You Think About Very Often ?
Reinventing the Wheel to Run Myself Over - Fall Out Boy
What Is Two Plus Two?
Endless Sacrifice - Dream Theater
What Do You Think Of Your Best Friend ?
Final Battle - SSBB
What Is Your Life Story
Moment - Kaizers Orchestra
What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up ?
Panic Attack - Dream Theater
What Do You Think When You See The Person You Like
Your Love Is A Lie - Simple Plan
What Will You Dance To At Your Wedding?
Rabbit Run - Eminem
What Will They Play At Your Funeral ?
Blitzregn Baby -Kaizers Orchestra
What Is Your Hobby/Interest?
Children Of Decadence - Children of Bodom
What Is Your Biggest Fear?
Through Her Eyes - Dream Theater
What Is Your Biggest Secret?
Dance Of Eternity - Dream Theater
What Do You Want Right Now?
Listening - The Used
What Do You Think Of Your Friends?
Strange Deja Vu - Dream Theater
When You Want to Rush To The Toilet, What Do You Think ?
Broken Beat & Scarred - Metallica
What Will You Post This As?
Remember The Name - Fort Minor
Big City Life - Mattafix
What Do You Like In A Guy/Girl?
Everytime I Die - Children of Bodom
How Do You Feel Today?
Dr. Mowinckel - Kaizers Orchestra
What Is Your Life Purpose?
Balloon Trip - SSBB
What's Your Motto?
In Between - Linkin Park
What Do Your Friends Think Of You?
Canadian Idiot - Weird Al Yankovic
What Do Your Parents Think Of You ?
Cyanide - Metallica
What Do You Think About Very Often ?
Reinventing the Wheel to Run Myself Over - Fall Out Boy
What Is Two Plus Two?
Endless Sacrifice - Dream Theater
What Do You Think Of Your Best Friend ?
Final Battle - SSBB
What Is Your Life Story
Moment - Kaizers Orchestra
What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up ?
Panic Attack - Dream Theater
What Do You Think When You See The Person You Like
Your Love Is A Lie - Simple Plan
What Will You Dance To At Your Wedding?
Rabbit Run - Eminem
What Will They Play At Your Funeral ?
Blitzregn Baby -Kaizers Orchestra
What Is Your Hobby/Interest?
Children Of Decadence - Children of Bodom
What Is Your Biggest Fear?
Through Her Eyes - Dream Theater
What Is Your Biggest Secret?
Dance Of Eternity - Dream Theater
What Do You Want Right Now?
Listening - The Used
What Do You Think Of Your Friends?
Strange Deja Vu - Dream Theater
When You Want to Rush To The Toilet, What Do You Think ?
Broken Beat & Scarred - Metallica
What Will You Post This As?
Remember The Name - Fort Minor
Sunday, February 22, 2009
oh yes.
Hey look its 25 things about me!
but not on facebook!
1. I'm not a reader.
2. I like having long nails. But I don't like to look at them.
3. Sometimes I'm depressed. But then I realise that life is good about a minute later.
4. I can eat a crab by myself.
5. I think lobster is overrated.
5. I have problems with counting.
7. Only about 10 people have ever had my love.
8. I once threw a tennis ball and hit a bird. I felt bad. But then I didn't because it was stealing fruit from my tree.
9. I think bus rides have gotten really short now.
10. I think Year 9 timetables are the suckiest so far.
11. I am Chinese. And I like cricket. Bag me out.
12. I used to smell my phone.
13. I still smell my Yu-gi-oh cards.
14. I should be asleep.
15. I think I might be.
16. I want to stay in this country.
17. China and Norway are the only countries I want to visit right now.
18. Chinese and Norwegian are the only two languages I want to learn right now.
19. Give me a hug. I actually want it.
20. There isn't a secret to my hair.
21. I want to OD on OJ.
22. In public, I like to look hardcore. So no-one bothers me.
23. After birth. It took me 100 days for me to open my eyes.
24. Sometimes, I open my door for no reason. Maybe I just hope for a visitor.
25. There are only 24 things to me.
_________________________________________
Save the dramas for drama class.
but not on facebook!
1. I'm not a reader.
2. I like having long nails. But I don't like to look at them.
3. Sometimes I'm depressed. But then I realise that life is good about a minute later.
4. I can eat a crab by myself.
5. I think lobster is overrated.
5. I have problems with counting.
7. Only about 10 people have ever had my love.
8. I once threw a tennis ball and hit a bird. I felt bad. But then I didn't because it was stealing fruit from my tree.
9. I think bus rides have gotten really short now.
10. I think Year 9 timetables are the suckiest so far.
11. I am Chinese. And I like cricket. Bag me out.
12. I used to smell my phone.
13. I still smell my Yu-gi-oh cards.
14. I should be asleep.
15. I think I might be.
16. I want to stay in this country.
17. China and Norway are the only countries I want to visit right now.
18. Chinese and Norwegian are the only two languages I want to learn right now.
19. Give me a hug. I actually want it.
20. There isn't a secret to my hair.
21. I want to OD on OJ.
22. In public, I like to look hardcore. So no-one bothers me.
23. After birth. It took me 100 days for me to open my eyes.
24. Sometimes, I open my door for no reason. Maybe I just hope for a visitor.
25. There are only 24 things to me.
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Save the dramas for drama class.
Friday, February 20, 2009
!!!
This blog should be renamed "craptastic"
well, a good thing about it is.
the font is big enough to read.
well anyway.
just a warning.
Osborn might lurk here soon.
and might lurk into everyone elses blog.
woopsie.
________________________________
Yes. Let's.
well, a good thing about it is.
the font is big enough to read.
well anyway.
just a warning.
Osborn might lurk here soon.
and might lurk into everyone elses blog.
woopsie.
________________________________
Yes. Let's.
Monday, February 16, 2009
more than.
Spill your brains
To me before
You even think to
Spill your brains
All over the wall.
Don't blur the line.
Don't cross the line.
I want you to
Draw the line.
Nothing is better than peace.
Because if there was nothing.
We would have nothing
To break the peace.
Poetry is hard.
I let Hallmark write the cards.
Poetry isn't hard all the time.
When you find a word to rhyme.
The clear skies were lies.
When you say
Something stupid
I understand that
It's just your mouth talking.
This one sucks.
It doesn't have a punchline.
We have a connection.
But it's weaker than this joke.
Our eyes lock.
We both turn away.
I look back at you.
You're still turned away.
Emos are sad.
Which in turn makes them happy.
Which makes them sad.
Which makes me happy.
Which is sad.
My small mind has closed for the day.
I'll come back again when there's no
Dreams in the way.
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The bottom line.
To me before
You even think to
Spill your brains
All over the wall.
Don't blur the line.
Don't cross the line.
I want you to
Draw the line.
Nothing is better than peace.
Because if there was nothing.
We would have nothing
To break the peace.
Poetry is hard.
I let Hallmark write the cards.
Poetry isn't hard all the time.
When you find a word to rhyme.
The clear skies were lies.
When you say
Something stupid
I understand that
It's just your mouth talking.
This one sucks.
It doesn't have a punchline.
We have a connection.
But it's weaker than this joke.
Our eyes lock.
We both turn away.
I look back at you.
You're still turned away.
Emos are sad.
Which in turn makes them happy.
Which makes them sad.
Which makes me happy.
Which is sad.
My small mind has closed for the day.
I'll come back again when there's no
Dreams in the way.
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The bottom line.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
lollercopter.
Hi.
Best Valentines Day ever.
But, honestly, my past 14 were not much challenge to beat.
Something about it doesn't live up to all the hype.
I guess it's not a day that I'm in to.
I'm sorry for being too much of a guy.
Like teasing and being insensitive.
I realise that it does hurt from people that you love.
Any distance felt is my problem.
So for that I'm sorry.
I don't think anyone would say
"went off without a hitch."
_________________________________
We can go as slow as we can, but we can't stop.
Best Valentines Day ever.
But, honestly, my past 14 were not much challenge to beat.
Something about it doesn't live up to all the hype.
I guess it's not a day that I'm in to.
I'm sorry for being too much of a guy.
Like teasing and being insensitive.
I realise that it does hurt from people that you love.
Any distance felt is my problem.
So for that I'm sorry.
I don't think anyone would say
"went off without a hitch."
_________________________________
We can go as slow as we can, but we can't stop.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
=)
One last thing.
-The hardest thing to be is sure.
_________________________________________________
Half of these words are false.
-The hardest thing to be is sure.
_________________________________________________
Half of these words are false.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
things.
an observationists observations:
- Humans' emotions make them weak.
- My phone is terrible.
- I have become quite adept at typing on this keyboard.
- Louder = Better.
- Every person is weak because of emotion.
- I am no exception.
- It's the only thing holding me back.
- And no, I won't become some supervillain who sheds all emotion to gain ULTIMATE POWER.
- Imagination is a real thing.
- Things that haven't happen can influence people.
- People like to be thought of.
- I feel sorry for those who think they're being thought of.
- And really aren't.
- Paint = good glue.
- You would be harder to let go of than a Kaizers album smothered in super glue.
- You would be easier to let go of than a red hot iron rod.
- Language is flawed.
- Psychic connection would be very useful.
- We have been desensitised to a lot of the random crap that goes on in life.
- Most weird mind phenomena has been experienced by everyone.
- I'm going fine with my English speaking even though I don't read.
- In your face , primary school teachers.
- Time = Waits for no man.
- Time quickens when you are in a hurry.
- It's a pleasure to be right.
- No matter what it is about.
- Eventually isn't soon enough.
- Flattery is good.
- In my head, this sounded better.
- Same with this.
- Once again, language is flawed.
- Blind people are the most honest with emotion and words.
- Pride in yourself comes at when you enter high school.
- Creativity will be our undoing.
- The most talented are the most humble.
- Nothing is not natural.
- Not even the word artificial.
- C = A useless letter. We have S and K to do its work.
- Everything is written with someone in mind.
- Love feels good.
- But creates everything you don't want.
- Words hurt.
- But only ones from loved ones ever can.
- Buying music is not bad.
- Lies are the only thing that keep the world spinning.
- I have a lot to say.
____________________________________________
Italics = not about anyone in particular.
Just running thoughts.
- Humans' emotions make them weak.
- My phone is terrible.
- I have become quite adept at typing on this keyboard.
- Louder = Better.
- Every person is weak because of emotion.
- I am no exception.
- It's the only thing holding me back.
- And no, I won't become some supervillain who sheds all emotion to gain ULTIMATE POWER.
- Imagination is a real thing.
- Things that haven't happen can influence people.
- People like to be thought of.
- I feel sorry for those who think they're being thought of.
- And really aren't.
- Paint = good glue.
- You would be harder to let go of than a Kaizers album smothered in super glue.
- You would be easier to let go of than a red hot iron rod.
- Language is flawed.
- Psychic connection would be very useful.
- We have been desensitised to a lot of the random crap that goes on in life.
- Most weird mind phenomena has been experienced by everyone.
- I'm going fine with my English speaking even though I don't read.
- In your face , primary school teachers.
- Time = Waits for no man.
- Time quickens when you are in a hurry.
- It's a pleasure to be right.
- No matter what it is about.
- Eventually isn't soon enough.
- Flattery is good.
- In my head, this sounded better.
- Same with this.
- Once again, language is flawed.
- Blind people are the most honest with emotion and words.
- Pride in yourself comes at when you enter high school.
- Creativity will be our undoing.
- The most talented are the most humble.
- Nothing is not natural.
- Not even the word artificial.
- C = A useless letter. We have S and K to do its work.
- Everything is written with someone in mind.
- Love feels good.
- But creates everything you don't want.
- Words hurt.
- But only ones from loved ones ever can.
- Buying music is not bad.
- Lies are the only thing that keep the world spinning.
- I have a lot to say.
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Italics = not about anyone in particular.
Just running thoughts.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Lizard in the Moonlight.
I am completely content with my life.
Well,
I would be completely content with my life.
If there weren't one little thing discontenting me.
The fact that you are discontent with your life.
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Less-than-satisfactory replacement.
SORRY FULL LENGTH BLOG LATER.
Well,
I would be completely content with my life.
If there weren't one little thing discontenting me.
The fact that you are discontent with your life.
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Less-than-satisfactory replacement.
SORRY FULL LENGTH BLOG LATER.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
=D
It's almost midnight and I still haven't anything depressing to say.
What a good day.
________________________________________________
I shot a smile into the air
It came to earth I know not where.
Perhaps on someone else's face
In a forgotten, quiet place.
What a good day.
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I shot a smile into the air
It came to earth I know not where.
Perhaps on someone else's face
In a forgotten, quiet place.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
rah.
RAH!
I'm feeling the rage.
I know why I hate teenagers now.
We have started to develop our own sense of justice.
Why should I do what he says?
Of course, some people get that earlier.
Those people are what we call a "problem child".
They're just an adult with a child's body.
Sometimes I want to talk.
At those times, you don't.
And at other times you want to talk.
And at those times, I can't talk.
I guess children are just REALLY expensive servants to most parents.
In the end, it'll all make sense.
It's just a bunch of love/hate right now.
I really want it.
But I don't see how it'll work.
DONE FOR NOW. (as I have "one more hour")
..god damn hormones.
___________________________________________________
Never me.
Always them.
I'm feeling the rage.
I know why I hate teenagers now.
We have started to develop our own sense of justice.
Why should I do what he says?
Of course, some people get that earlier.
Those people are what we call a "problem child".
They're just an adult with a child's body.
Sometimes I want to talk.
At those times, you don't.
And at other times you want to talk.
And at those times, I can't talk.
I guess children are just REALLY expensive servants to most parents.
In the end, it'll all make sense.
It's just a bunch of love/hate right now.
I really want it.
But I don't see how it'll work.
DONE FOR NOW. (as I have "one more hour")
..god damn hormones.
___________________________________________________
Never me.
Always them.
Monday, January 19, 2009
confessions.
Here are the confessions of a secure man.
So they won't be so bad.
1. I stay happy using optimism. Try it.
2. I don't think depression is worth it.
3. I take crap because I have none of my own.
4. My thoughts are deep, not sad.
5. Even though I'm content with life, I can't get over you.
6. Not you, her.
7. Never was you.
8. I hate teenagers. We all sound whiney. Doesn't seem like it because we know eachother.
9. I'm tired of hostility.
10. I kind of am the middle man.
Remember everyone, keep your head up.
"Fun is twice as fun with someone to share.
Things aren't half as bad with someone who cares."
END of this.
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Purple is my favourite colour.
It's the only colour with meaning nowadays.
So they won't be so bad.
1. I stay happy using optimism. Try it.
2. I don't think depression is worth it.
3. I take crap because I have none of my own.
4. My thoughts are deep, not sad.
5. Even though I'm content with life, I can't get over you.
6. Not you, her.
7. Never was you.
8. I hate teenagers. We all sound whiney. Doesn't seem like it because we know eachother.
9. I'm tired of hostility.
10. I kind of am the middle man.
Remember everyone, keep your head up.
"Fun is twice as fun with someone to share.
Things aren't half as bad with someone who cares."
END of this.
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Purple is my favourite colour.
It's the only colour with meaning nowadays.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
haha.
ITS TIME TO COUNTERACT LASTS NIGHT LONG, SAD AND BORING BLOG!
WITH A SHORT, SWEET AND HAPPY ONE!
=]
HOWS THAT FOR HAPPY?
__________________________________________________________
You'd look good in rollerskates.
WITH A SHORT, SWEET AND HAPPY ONE!
=]
HOWS THAT FOR HAPPY?
__________________________________________________________
You'd look good in rollerskates.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
I'm kinda sleepy.
Hello its about 3 am. in the morning. am means morning
am = morning.
okay then.
I really haven't much to rave about. I just want to get out more
and share my greatness.
Times like this, stuck inside, on the computer make me reminisce.
of better times. dont get me wrong guys i love this.
but back then it was the simplicity that was so beautiful.
free of it.
absolutely.
Now everything has a deeper meaning. As you get older, suspicions rise,
feelings get stronger and pain becomes stronger too. One small thing,
may cause a crack that later SPLITS a relationship down the middle.
Not exactly down the middle.
Someone may take away a piece of the other one.
and i feel for that person, since were nearly one in the same.
Harbouring long-held feelings while the other fills the gap you made.
i might ramble about something else.
This really isn't healthy, I mean i FEEL fine on the outside.
but something isn't quite settled on the inside..
i dont know what..
so dont judge me for saying this but.
No-one understands me.
Not even I do. I guess its a part of life.
A bunch of chemical reactions.
Spilling my insides to a computer. Kinda helps. But I wish i could SHOUT
from atop my roof. would be better, and more fun.
Who knows whats wrong.
Could be to do with me.
Could be to do with you, her, him or even all of you.
I'm kinda sleepy. this is when i'm most depressing.
dont get me wrong im a happy person.
"Every day I wake up, climb ragged mountains, cross rushing rivers
and fight my enemies just for a chance to live another day........of pain."
DONE FOR NOW.
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Stop kidding yourself.
am = morning.
okay then.
I really haven't much to rave about. I just want to get out more
and share my greatness.
Times like this, stuck inside, on the computer make me reminisce.
of better times. dont get me wrong guys i love this.
but back then it was the simplicity that was so beautiful.
free of it.
absolutely.
Now everything has a deeper meaning. As you get older, suspicions rise,
feelings get stronger and pain becomes stronger too. One small thing,
may cause a crack that later SPLITS a relationship down the middle.
Not exactly down the middle.
Someone may take away a piece of the other one.
and i feel for that person, since were nearly one in the same.
Harbouring long-held feelings while the other fills the gap you made.
i might ramble about something else.
This really isn't healthy, I mean i FEEL fine on the outside.
but something isn't quite settled on the inside..
i dont know what..
so dont judge me for saying this but.
No-one understands me.
Not even I do. I guess its a part of life.
A bunch of chemical reactions.
Spilling my insides to a computer. Kinda helps. But I wish i could SHOUT
from atop my roof. would be better, and more fun.
Who knows whats wrong.
Could be to do with me.
Could be to do with you, her, him or even all of you.
I'm kinda sleepy. this is when i'm most depressing.
dont get me wrong im a happy person.
"Every day I wake up, climb ragged mountains, cross rushing rivers
and fight my enemies just for a chance to live another day........of pain."
DONE FOR NOW.
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Stop kidding yourself.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
`o9
Let's make this year a year free of it.
RESOLUTIONS OF THE NEW YEAR:
1.WIN SCHOOL.
2.SAY YES TO MORE OPPORTUNITIES.
3.START SOMETHING NEW.
`o9.
Done for now kiddies.
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It's just a curious infatuation.
Maybe a little lost in translation.
RESOLUTIONS OF THE NEW YEAR:
1.WIN SCHOOL.
2.SAY YES TO MORE OPPORTUNITIES.
3.START SOMETHING NEW.
`o9.
Done for now kiddies.
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It's just a curious infatuation.
Maybe a little lost in translation.
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