Monday, August 27, 2007
* Into Oblivion *
Funeral For A FriendThe days I've felt alone.
And the sea, it brings me back again.
So that I can see my wife.
And I can see my child.
Home, I'm home, it never changes,
Same old faces, same old places.
I stared into oblivion and found my home.
I stared into oblivion, into oblivion.
Find in me the home
That you have never known.
Find in us the faith.
The faith to bring you home.
I stared into oblivion and found my home.
I stared into oblivion and found my home.
I stared into oblivion, and found my own reflection there.
(reflection there)
Home. Now that I'm coming home,
Will you be the same as when I saw you last?
Tell me how much time has passed?
Tell me how much time has passed?
Tell me how much time has passed?
I stared into oblivion (and found my home).
I stared into oblivion (and found my home).
I stared into oblivion (and found my home).
I stared into oblivion and found my own reflection there.
Friday, August 24, 2007
* Until the End *
Breaking BenjaminSo clever, whatever, I'm done with these endeavors
Alone I'll walk the winding way (here I stay)
It's over, no longer, I feel it growing stronger
I live to die another day, until I fade away
Why give up? Why give in?
It's not enough, it never is
So I will go on until the end
We've become, desolate
It's not enough, it never is
But I will go on until the end
Surround me, it's easy, to fall apart completely
I feel you creeping up again (In my Head)
It's over, no longer, I feel it growing colder
I knew this day would come to end, so let this life begin
Why give up? Why give in?
It's not enough, it never is
So I will go on until the end
We've become, desolate
It's not enough, it never is
But I will go on until the end
I've lost my way
I've lost my way
But I will go on until the end
Living is, hard enough, without you fucking up
Why give up? Why give in?
It's not enough, it never is
So I will go on until the end
We've become, desolate
It's not enough, it never is
But I will go on until the end
I've lost my way
I've lost my way
But I will go on until the end
The final fight, I win
The final fight, I win
The final fight, I win
But I will go on until the end
(I’m an emo kid, non-conforming as can be) =/ Emo song
Monday, July 9, 2007
This blog has remain stagnant for quite some time now... it might have even gone into a state of coma or suspended animation. Might have even died for all I know...I wonder how many people still visit my blog... Or am i just talking to myself...haha i must be delusional.... F*** wadeva...
If anyone were to read this they would be pissed anyway. After MIA for a month I come back to tell you guys ( if there is even anyone at all ) that I might be temporarily closing this blog for about 4 more months... curse if you must, kick me at the back of my head if you must. shotgun me down also can, but face the equivalent. So that's that... seeya in 4 months time, or at least myself XP.
Os Os Os Os Os poly JC poly JC poly JC...
[end transmission]...
Sunday, June 3, 2007
* Love is a Fallacy *
by: Max ShulmanHaha it has really been a long time since I last blogged. For those of you who make frequent visits, I'm really sorry to disappoint your for the last 3 weeks or so.
I've been busy with my art project, and even so, progress is really slow...
So let me start with something new. Below is a story my sis had in her english file a loong loong time ago... Please be patient. Its gonna be a very dry and long one.
Cool was I and logical. Keen, calculating, perspicacious, acute and astute--I was all of these. My brain was as powerful as a dynamo, as precise as a chemist's scales, as penetrating as a scalpel. And--Think of it!--I was only eighteen.
It id not often that one so young has such a giant intellect. Take, for example, Petey Bellows, my roommate at the university. Same age, same background, but dumb as an ox. A nice enough fellow, you understand, but nothing upstairs. Emotional type. Unstable. Impressionable. Worst of all, a faddist. Fads, I submit, are the negative of reason. To be swept up in every new craze that comes along, to surrender yourself to idiocy just because everyone else is doing it--this, to me, is an acme of mindlessness. Not however, to Petey.
One afternoon I found Petey lying on his bed with an expression of such distress on his face that I immediately diagnosed appendicitis. " Don't Move," I said. "Don't take a laxative. I'll get a doctor."
"Raccoon." he mumbled thickly.
"Raccoon?" I said, pausing in my flight.
"I want a raccoon coat," he wailed.
I perceived that his trouble was not physical, but mental. "why do you want a raccoon coat?"
"I should have known it," he cried, pounding his temples. "I should have known they'd come back when the Charleston came back. Like a fool I spent all my money for textbooks, and now I can't get a raccoon coat."
"Can you mean," I said incredulously, that people are actually wearing raccoon coats again?"
"All the Big Men on campus are wearing them. Where've you been?"
"In the library," I said, naming a place not frequented by big men on campus.
He leaped from the bed and paced the room. "I've got to have a racoon coat,"he said passionately. "I've got to!"
"Petey, Why? look at it rationally. Raccoon coats are unsanitary, They shed. They smell bad. They weigh too much. They're unsightly. They--"
"You don't understand," he interupted impatiently. "It's the thing to do. Don't you want to be in the swim?"
"No," I said truthfully.
"well, I do," he declared. "I'd give anything for a raccoon coat. Anything!"
My brain, that precision instrument, skipped into high gear. "Anything?" I asked, looking at him narrowly.
"Anything," he affirmed in ringing tones.
I stroked my chin Thoughtfully. It so happened that i kew where to get my hands on a raccoon coat. My father had had one in his undergraduate days; it lay now in his trunk in the attic back home. It also happened that Petey had something I wanted. He didn't have it exactly, but at lest he had rights on it. I refer to his girl, Polly Espy...
(to be continued)
it's really long...Really
Saturday, May 19, 2007
* Acoostick or Claassick *
Viewer’s discretion is advised, the following contains graphic detail of 100% pure Idiocy.
Whatever…Like anyone would care, go ahead, stomach this then…
So I found myself really interested in guitars so I decided to write about it.
The piano and I? Well it seems like it didn’t work out too well. : PSo what’s the deal between an acoustic guitar and a classical 1.Well first of all, Sound. The classical guitar has 3 metal strings and 3 nylon 1s, whereas the acoustic 1 has 6 metal strings. This gives rise to a more metallic “twang”. (Well Duh~!)
What am I to say all these things, I’m just another plain enthusiast, a newbie, and you can call me a NOOB it you want.
Haha people use a tuner, I use this… I think I’d be better off playing an accordion if I continue like this.
What’s with the acoustic guitar anyway? The strings are so thin. Elevated more than half a cm from the frets, imagine putting pressure on your fingers touching a knife edge. Ouch. (Blood sprays relentlessly) the last string, is 0.11mm thick @_@ 4 times thinner than a normal pencil lead. 
You’re gonna need thimbles or something, or at least fingers of steel.Damn~! I still can’t get the strumming right…missing notes, over strumming, fingernails getting caught in the strings.The current broken song I am playing is “time of your life” by Greenday. Obviously Greenday seems like one of the more popular ones. Correct me if I am wrong. Not too baD a progress since I only took up guitar for merely a week. Chasing cars by snow patrol has a really lame intro… wake me up when September ends… I got stuck at hmm ironically, the 3rd line at “wake me up when September ends…” How embarrassing. BAD fingering; going off pitch. Let’s not talk about “more than words”, I can’t even go past the first line…Any Guitar experts out there, who have received professional training, please do teach me how to do it right…. The comment link is always available, so is my tagboard.Thanks
You’re gonna need thimbles or something, or at least fingers of steel.Damn~! I still can’t get the strumming right…missing notes, over strumming, fingernails getting caught in the strings.The current broken song I am playing is “time of your life” by Greenday. Obviously Greenday seems like one of the more popular ones. Correct me if I am wrong. Not too baD a progress since I only took up guitar for merely a week. Chasing cars by snow patrol has a really lame intro… wake me up when September ends… I got stuck at hmm ironically, the 3rd line at “wake me up when September ends…” How embarrassing. BAD fingering; going off pitch. Let’s not talk about “more than words”, I can’t even go past the first line…Any Guitar experts out there, who have received professional training, please do teach me how to do it right…. The comment link is always available, so is my tagboard.ThanksLabels: Guitar
Monday, May 14, 2007
* Feeling Muggish~ *
Wootness~! I finally got my very own study corner~!!!
The balcony behind our 5 room flat, the best place to house a study corner. with adequate lighting, mild wind speeds for a comfortable environment. What else is there to ask for?
A bookshelf right beside it, for easy excess to my "treasures".
Oh yes HaHa~! Fogot to tell you guys, I've just (very) recently took interest in guitar. Nope, its not new, in fact I think my sis bought it when I was around 5? You do the Math. So when I'm bored or if i need a rest, the guitar can come to my aid. I can practise a few songs, currently just the ever popular "time of your life" and "wake me up when september ends" both by greenday.
I sit on my chair, look at the beautiful garden and strum a few tunes befor getting back to work. Speaking of which, I need a strummer. Coz my strumming kinda sucks, I don't even know when to use my thumb or my index finger so my fingernails just get caught in the strings ~lol, pathetic...
Ah Yes, What's a mugger without his food?~ A dead mugger =P Fridge for easy access to food and drinks.
The Perfect study corner... I think I'm starting to like it already...just thinking about it makes me feel muggish all over... Well I GTG Mug Social studies for tomorrow >_< Wish me luck...
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