It's like throwing darts made out of shit, and the target's a fan.
An update without much thought on consequences.
But an honest one.
1. Manda dun seem to come around anfield much these days.
2. Her new guy, so far, that i've heard, is an ass hole.
3. If she doesn't see what we ALL seem to see, she's just holding on to another time bomb.
If any of you think i should take this down before she sees it, tell me, and i will.
Dissappointment is in the eyes of Anfielders, if i'm not mistaken, on this matter.
In my opinion, you're trying something too hard. Not quite sure what.
And i think we're still willing to fight a war for you. For the time being.
Damn i need sleep.
Any my gut feeling havent' ticked yet for friday.
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- NeoWakko
- Words can help us grow, Like horse piss help trees. (Wonderfully btw)
Monday, February 28, 2005
Thursday, February 24, 2005
The new Anthem~
I think we have stumbled upon something that hits our spot.
An anthem for this chapter of our life.
Things going my way and it does feel funny.
I can proudly say that i am happy with life.
There are things in the back of my head though, but that's still considered a good thing.
Am i expecting 100% problemless life?
Be happy and satisfied with everything?
Might as well smoke up for that, and it is illegal for a reason.
~Here I go,
scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go,
there's just no one who gets me like you do
You are my only, my only one~
How many blogs did that come out on?
Haha... definitely an anthem.
I'm sure we're more....SATISFIED with this one.
An anthem for this chapter of our life.
Things going my way and it does feel funny.
I can proudly say that i am happy with life.
There are things in the back of my head though, but that's still considered a good thing.
Am i expecting 100% problemless life?
Be happy and satisfied with everything?
Might as well smoke up for that, and it is illegal for a reason.
~Here I go,
scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go,
there's just no one who gets me like you do
You are my only, my only one~
How many blogs did that come out on?
Haha... definitely an anthem.
I'm sure we're more....SATISFIED with this one.
Monday, February 21, 2005
Dareka no negai ga kanau koro ka?
Ah, Mon.
The darkest day of the week, the day no blessings reaches the earth.
The day God goes on a holiday, the day nothing turns right.
Happiness is the red cloth waved in front of us, only to be pulled away once we got close enough to breathe on it.
Then we find a sword down the back of our neck.
Sneaky indeed, this Mon.
We are the bull in this picture, the inverted bull, for whatever it is that comes out of us on the Mon is bullshit.
Happiness is something to fight for.
Happiness is made, not found. Made with your own blood and sweat.
A product of your mind.
On one hand i have my happiness, on the other, the happiness of others.
If you could keep only one, which would it be?
I picked mine, and i'm ready to suffer the consequences.
It definitely isn't something easy to obtain.
Neither was it an easy decision to make.
A question i pondered on for afew months in fact.
My mind, it troubles me when i need it the most.
Happiness does not last very long.
I need a holiday.
9.40, 18.80.
The darkest day of the week, the day no blessings reaches the earth.
The day God goes on a holiday, the day nothing turns right.
Happiness is the red cloth waved in front of us, only to be pulled away once we got close enough to breathe on it.
Then we find a sword down the back of our neck.
Sneaky indeed, this Mon.
We are the bull in this picture, the inverted bull, for whatever it is that comes out of us on the Mon is bullshit.
Happiness is something to fight for.
Happiness is made, not found. Made with your own blood and sweat.
A product of your mind.
On one hand i have my happiness, on the other, the happiness of others.
If you could keep only one, which would it be?
I picked mine, and i'm ready to suffer the consequences.
It definitely isn't something easy to obtain.
Neither was it an easy decision to make.
A question i pondered on for afew months in fact.
My mind, it troubles me when i need it the most.
Happiness does not last very long.
I need a holiday.
9.40, 18.80.
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Vision~
I noticed that these days i seem to explore and observe less of the outside world, and more within myself.
Speaking of self, when was the last time you conversed with your self?
Your own self as a good friend is a highly recommended investment, you would never intentionally lie and cheat yourself for the benefit of yourself (since if you hurtt your other self, you would be effected as well, obviously)
I have 3, possibly 4 "state of mind" that i distinguished and categorized and labelled. Three individual selfs.
I do talk to them once in awhile, for a different point of view of things.
I do take care of them and have enough control of it to get along with life.
There's always one in control and the other as backup. Why i said possibly 4 was because the presence of the fourth one stopped when i was slightly older than 5 years of age. It comes around once in awhile. Rare, but it does.
My entries are becoming pointless and boring. I used to have more to say. Now i have more to think about.
If only words are better in function as a form of self expression.
No i'm no poet, i don't get poetry even.
But i think a part of me does.
A part of me feel each word passing through, each emotion, the authors' pain, happiness, joy, and sorrow at the way each words are arranged.
It's an art, as how an artist would blend the colours properly, arrange them. An invisible systematic process that could only be seen by breaking it down.
But words are everywhere, unlike gold, diamonds or rubies.
Nothing is special when its' everywhere, it even loses its' value.
Like paint, words are everywhere.
Humans get so attached to things that triggers their emotions.
Vision, scent, touch, hearing, taste.
Our 5 senses are doorways to our emotions.
Without our proper control over them, someone else would be.
Words... doesn't really fall under any of those 5 categories does it?
Words uses a totally different doorway of its own to our emotions, our minds. The most valuable possession of all.
Speaking of self, when was the last time you conversed with your self?
Your own self as a good friend is a highly recommended investment, you would never intentionally lie and cheat yourself for the benefit of yourself (since if you hurtt your other self, you would be effected as well, obviously)
I have 3, possibly 4 "state of mind" that i distinguished and categorized and labelled. Three individual selfs.
I do talk to them once in awhile, for a different point of view of things.
I do take care of them and have enough control of it to get along with life.
There's always one in control and the other as backup. Why i said possibly 4 was because the presence of the fourth one stopped when i was slightly older than 5 years of age. It comes around once in awhile. Rare, but it does.
My entries are becoming pointless and boring. I used to have more to say. Now i have more to think about.
If only words are better in function as a form of self expression.
No i'm no poet, i don't get poetry even.
But i think a part of me does.
A part of me feel each word passing through, each emotion, the authors' pain, happiness, joy, and sorrow at the way each words are arranged.
It's an art, as how an artist would blend the colours properly, arrange them. An invisible systematic process that could only be seen by breaking it down.
But words are everywhere, unlike gold, diamonds or rubies.
Nothing is special when its' everywhere, it even loses its' value.
Like paint, words are everywhere.
Humans get so attached to things that triggers their emotions.
Vision, scent, touch, hearing, taste.
Our 5 senses are doorways to our emotions.
Without our proper control over them, someone else would be.
Words... doesn't really fall under any of those 5 categories does it?
Words uses a totally different doorway of its own to our emotions, our minds. The most valuable possession of all.
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
Kutabare soushite shine~
"had a bad day again
she said i would not understand
she left a note and said i'm sorry i
had a bad day again
she spilled her coffe, broke her shoelace
smeared the lipstick on her face
slammed the door and said i'm sorry i
had a bad day again
and she swears there's nothing wrong
i hear her playing the same old song
she puts me off and puts me on
and had a bad day again
she said i would not understand
left a note and said i'm sorry i
had a bad day again"
Nothing relevant. Just had a chain of bad days.
A bad combo.
And God appears to be on a holiday.
she said i would not understand
she left a note and said i'm sorry i
had a bad day again
she spilled her coffe, broke her shoelace
smeared the lipstick on her face
slammed the door and said i'm sorry i
had a bad day again
and she swears there's nothing wrong
i hear her playing the same old song
she puts me off and puts me on
and had a bad day again
she said i would not understand
left a note and said i'm sorry i
had a bad day again"
Nothing relevant. Just had a chain of bad days.
A bad combo.
And God appears to be on a holiday.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Audience~
It's nice to know people still read my blog... =:p
Sometimes, the spur of the moment can make one jump onto the stage to join in the act.
Maybe it's human flaw, maybe it's the adrenaline, maybe you're supposed to.
Who here can lie to themselves convincingly?
I wonder.
At first there was me, then i split into two.
I was then able to talk to me, who i think is right, but i think i'm not wrong.
I wonder what i think about in this matter. I like chocolate but i like vanilla.
I think it's half empty but i think it's half full.
If i split into another and become 2 individuals, i would kill myself.
Should i remain in the audience when i know what needs to be done on stage?
Should i solve their dilemma and start a new one?
...another pointless entry which holds no meaning, no secrets, no messages.
But something needs to be sacrificed and something will be sacrificed.
But for which greater good?
Sometimes, the spur of the moment can make one jump onto the stage to join in the act.
Maybe it's human flaw, maybe it's the adrenaline, maybe you're supposed to.
Who here can lie to themselves convincingly?
I wonder.
At first there was me, then i split into two.
I was then able to talk to me, who i think is right, but i think i'm not wrong.
I wonder what i think about in this matter. I like chocolate but i like vanilla.
I think it's half empty but i think it's half full.
If i split into another and become 2 individuals, i would kill myself.
Should i remain in the audience when i know what needs to be done on stage?
Should i solve their dilemma and start a new one?
...another pointless entry which holds no meaning, no secrets, no messages.
But something needs to be sacrificed and something will be sacrificed.
But for which greater good?
Friday, February 04, 2005
A Play~
I was an audience of a play last night.
A play i criticised so much before watching, but left me contemplating about plenty of things after.
Whoever said that life is a stage was right - a fact that i realised when i was 5 but forgot about afew years later.
It does clear things up abit.
Depressing.
Everything is so depressing.
The world's a mess, and one would look into oneself to find the answer, and the deeper he looks, the messier the mess he saw. Reflect upon others as how he reflected upon himself, and if he was an other, he would definitely not be concerned of himself.
I'm not the main character in my tragic life story. I am an audience. The story is mine, it is about me, but no, i am one with the audience.
I sit and watch the actors following their storyline, each with their own premade scripts and i watch them interact with one another.
I watch them. They die inside and break many tears i watched them.
My world is a stage, one i'm not on like all the performers.
The stage is no place for me.
I am the one in the audience who would help those tragic actors and actresses if i could, but i am, an audience. I could only watch what i could not reach for. A puzzle i could solve that is beyond my grasp.
In the audience i sit while they share their pain and sorrow for all to feel. In the audience i sit while my emotions eat me up alive. In the audience, to the unreachable stage, i sit helpless.
Should i seem angry and not tell you about it, should i seem angry and not share it with you, should i seem angry and i do not look to you, then chances are, i'm angry at you.
A play i criticised so much before watching, but left me contemplating about plenty of things after.
Whoever said that life is a stage was right - a fact that i realised when i was 5 but forgot about afew years later.
It does clear things up abit.
Depressing.
Everything is so depressing.
The world's a mess, and one would look into oneself to find the answer, and the deeper he looks, the messier the mess he saw. Reflect upon others as how he reflected upon himself, and if he was an other, he would definitely not be concerned of himself.
I'm not the main character in my tragic life story. I am an audience. The story is mine, it is about me, but no, i am one with the audience.
I sit and watch the actors following their storyline, each with their own premade scripts and i watch them interact with one another.
I watch them. They die inside and break many tears i watched them.
My world is a stage, one i'm not on like all the performers.
The stage is no place for me.
I am the one in the audience who would help those tragic actors and actresses if i could, but i am, an audience. I could only watch what i could not reach for. A puzzle i could solve that is beyond my grasp.
In the audience i sit while they share their pain and sorrow for all to feel. In the audience i sit while my emotions eat me up alive. In the audience, to the unreachable stage, i sit helpless.
Should i seem angry and not tell you about it, should i seem angry and not share it with you, should i seem angry and i do not look to you, then chances are, i'm angry at you.
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