how can someone like you not sing anymore?
you held so much of the most innocent and precious memories of my life with you.
i didnt choose your music.
your music chose me.
it never changes and i know it will always feel the same every single time i hear this song.
one day, the world will forget you... and the world will forget me.
i will not remember a lot of things... perhaps not even my name.
but i know i will remember every bit of feeling i felt when this song came into my life. you helped me to remember and feel.
so many years ago, you touch this corner of my heart with the thoughts you so carefully placed into your song.
11 years years later, you touch my soul with the story you wrote in its lyrics.
you set out on the sea
to protect the one you love
to build something of value
you came all this way
fighting through the storm
surviving the high winds
this port is a good place
the morning sun is lovely
some people settle down here for good
rest as long as you like
heal your tired wings
but by the time you've passed under the arch of flying fish
and treasure island is in sight
do you believe you can remain the same
having lost nothing at all?
people are weak
so very weak
don't look off in the distance
talking about the future of your beloved
can you hear the voice?
"come to my room"
"i'll give you something sweet"
"i'll hold you in my arms"
you made a solemn vow, didn't you?
i know all about that.
"we loved each other so much."
you reassured each other again and again
and you left the island, believing
but by the time you've passed under the arch of flying fish
and treasure island is in sight
your princess will be grinding her hips
with someone else
people are strong
so very strong
that's right; by the time you've passed under the arch of flying fish
and treasure island is in sight
do you believe you can remain the same
having lost nothing at all?
i'm sure that by the time you've passed under the arch of flying fish
and treasure island is in sight
your princess will be grinding her hips
with someone else
"do you think you can remain the same...
having lost so much?"
thats one finger for the person who told a clown to tell me the importance of staying away from my boyfriend at work.
heres the saying for today:
you didnt get laid enough to understand and tolerate intimacy. poor fucking you.
and it is this same person who urged HODs to go remind every one of us undervalued, lowly-paid executives how crucial PUNCTUALITY is when it comes to determining our mid-year bonuses.
so fucken punctuality takes a 30% slice out of our bonuses.
big deal.
you think i am naive enough to believe you are paying me thousands?
30% off the measly bonus for a consistently underpaid executive, all of which is subjected to the mercy of the HOD's [appraisal]<-- not going to be good in my case.
i say fuck it and FUCK YOU (verbally. no gruesome sex, no thanks, fuck off)
bad mood doesnt help things.
and it spreads to others.
i got bitten by werebit today. i think the moon came out and shone on her when i wasnt home. she turned round and tried to take a piece of me when her mouth was stuffed full with dried peas. i thank the peas for saving my flesh.
the werebit got smacks and no extra snacks after that.
one day i will be punctual. that will be the day i bring werebit to office.
that will be the morning the above-mentioned fucker discovers a puddle of smelly pee on his desk when he comes in to work at his usual 9[fucking]15 am.
i wonder who is going to pocket the 30% of his bonus. maybe i can keep his, and he can have mine. (fucker obviously gets paid more than i do)
took a personality test like the one lynn did on her live journal.
My Personality
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36 |
| You do not feel nervous in social situations, and have a good impression of what others think of you, however you experience panic, confusion, and helplessness when under pressure or stress. You tend not to talk much and prefer to let others control the activities of groups. You prefer dealing with either people or things rather than ideas. You regard intellectual exercises as a waste of your time. You see no need for pretense or manipulation when dealing with others and are therefore candid, frank and sincere. People find it relatively easy to relate to you, however you do not particularly like helping other people. Requests for help feel like an imposition on your time. You are well-organized and like to live according to routines and schedules. Often you will keep lists and make plans. |
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"i have got stretch marks... very ugly."
ive got a stretched patience.
the outcome is way uglier.
trust me.
yup. thats the look on teh face when i checked out the digits sitting in my bank account.
it is only mid-month....
seriously, where did it all go?
a badass pink chopper stingray bike, one fancy bag, couple of t-shirts, bills, money to family people, birthday present, toys, entertainment in the arcade, food, transport, and this is all thats left?!
i am not earning enough for something like me to start saving (or surviving for that matter). i should earn more and spend less.... because i like to walk around with money in my pockets.
i cried alot recently. it is not unusual but it is getting really tiring.
if i can hit one button and turn back time i swear i will never end up spending so much of this part of my life crying.
i think of myspace recently too. if i have a better digital camera i think i may go back to fool around. i miss cheating people online.
come to think about it, if i have a good digi-cam i will go back to poupee too.
i have new junk to post and i want to feel girlish playing paperdoll games.
it will give me something to link to as well...
... but i have no such cam so fuck it.
"the moth is so small and innocent, why would i want to hurt it?"
then why the fuck do you make me cry for two days?
i spent precious free moments of my life locked up in my room rocking away on a toy guitar. the music was awesome.... just like the awesome music that is supposed to come from my electrical guitar which i dont even know how to hold properly, let alone play.
i am still waiting for a guitar saint to come along and pass me his 70 years worth of guitar experience with a forceful push on my back... just like the way that teenage monk managed to get his invicible fighting prowess in the Chinese kung fu drama that my parents watch every single night.
that sure is an efficient way to transfer data.
talking about communication technology, maybe we should all revert back to the old ways of back-pushing, chest-slapping, meditating energy transfer.
no more uploading and downloading processes that would take 6 hours to complete and hang at 99%.
all you need is the person you are dealing with and yourself.... and maybe a bit of space to sit around and fly up and down when necessary.
anyways, i was blown away (literally, with my speakers going at full blast) by the rock songs of Guitar Heroes 3.
a better player would probably be able to hold her ground against such hardcore riffs but not me. i lay sprawled in a disheveled mess at the bottom of my bed after every session.
but i keep coming back for more.
werebit readies herself for the show everytime i plugged in the controller.
and knowing that she watches, i know i rocked harder than i dare to in front of anyone else.
i cant help feeling that she is impressed with my playing because everytime i turned round to see her, her ears would be raised intently as if asking for more.
i got a round stuffed thing from the arcade toy machine.
it looks reasonably retarded and i love it.
my friends know it as the testicle and hence a testicle it shall be called from now on.
"you have a bank here."
it is always so much more fun to play senseless games with someone like you.
"... it's like bird shit only a hundred times more ..."
i want to see it for myself.
after a year and a half of going missing.
this is a new blog to mark a slightly different phase of my no longer single life.
"you are beautiful." he said to me
strangely, i believed him.