Title:
sayonara/ bye bye/ im leaving for greener plains
Typed this at |4/18/2008 07:05:00 PM| on Friday, April 18, 2008
i have moved my empire.
only you can find it out if you're smart enough.
hah. or know me well.
i repeat: this empire is no more.
Title:
moar sigh
Typed this at |4/16/2008 09:16:00 PM| on Wednesday, April 16, 2008
This week is really busy as Google on steroids. All undone maths[regardless of A or E] homework to be done by friday, I have almost 10 of them. Carnival day, -___________- I dun wanna go.
But ohay, my friday's completely fucking free if I complete my maths shit. Saturday afternoon can be used for mild study in geog, and Sunday's my 'date' [>_______>] with Yvonne. At a food court. Studying. Hahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaa!
Rush's 2112. 1974. Is fucking genius. 20 minutes of solid fucking rock, with 5 more songs, more or less with the Rush sound. Heh, 2112 is suprisingly uplifting for me, seeing that the lyrics is of dystopian, futuristic, socialist, dictators-rule-the-universe kind. Maybe its the rhythm, or just the driving force of Peart, Lifeson, and Geddy's drums, guitars and bass respectively, making the song an uplifting one.
Nevertheless, 2112 [both album and song] are masterpieces. IMO, the best fucking 'concept song' Rush ever created. [Psst, The Black Parade sucks]
If only my bass playing is as good as Geddy Lee's. ):
Title:
sigh
Typed this at |4/14/2008 08:28:00 PM| on Monday, April 14, 2008
I've been feeling empty since this afternoon. There has to be a catalyst for this, I'd like to eradicate the problem because it is fucking killing my motivation to study.
Anyway, blellowfart is getting more airtime in my iPrunes now. Especially Ocean Avenue and Lights and Sounds, both are a testament of how 2 years can change a band's sound. Ocean Avenue is more violin driven, and it can be heard more than that of Lights and Sounds, which is much more heavier than the former.
Ocean Avenue, in my opinion, much more of 'asking' and 'questioning' whereas Lights and Sounds is about finding where you 'are'. They lyrics remain pretty much standard for an alt/pop punk/violin rock [wtf????] band.
K, this isn't helping at all. I need my dose of Metal to get my senses back on track now.
*snivels like a drug addict on withdrawal*
*plays Cowboys From Hell - Pantera*
*sigh of relief*
Shit, Speech day rehearsal tomorrow. -____-
Title:
Bear with the greyness;
Typed this at |4/11/2008 10:58:00 PM| on Friday, April 11, 2008
For thy shalt move on soon...
almost 3 months late. -_________-
I stink like hell, cycled to PRP almost 2 hours ago, and i still stink?$@#@#$!@#%@#$!
Ok, I shall bathe...
:S
I'm liking the sides. :D
Title:
ohai
Typed this at |4/10/2008 10:32:00 PM| on Thursday, April 10, 2008
i will transfer my thoughts when I have the motivation to do up the background.
15 days to paper 1, yup, study mood is coming to town.
complete paper 3? will do. when i get new batteries.
get that rock groove memorised and done? yesh. k, not that soon, i suck in music. =/
my ass is on the line, must studeh hard.
Typed this at |4/09/2008 08:19:00 PM| on Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Ooh waffles.
Typed this at |4/05/2008 07:00:00 PM| on Saturday, April 5, 2008
Thank you, Zeriuel, for being next to me, bringing fun to me when I was down and out.
Thank you, Lena, for being there when I'm completely in the drain.
No thank you, to those who didn't try to understand my circumstance.
Typed this at |4/03/2008 09:15:00 PM| on Thursday, April 3, 2008
WHY DO THE NEUTRALS ALWAYS FUCKING LOSE?
Title:
Understanding.
Typed this at |4/02/2008 09:33:00 PM| on Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Torn by two.
No one trusted enough to spill my already bursting thoughts out.
Those who are, don't want to see me.
Heh, if only it is as easy. I don't think so.
Neither do they want me to apologise.
Now i ask you, so how? I need someone to listen, someone who knows me well enough, knows my quirks and knows what I know.
I'm just torn between two, that is all. Nothing important, nothing worth worrying about, nothing worth looking in my view of. It is just a major PR problem, nothing to worry about, don't worry.
Please.
