It has already begun,
What we feared, what we ran from.
Now everything we've left is emptiness,
waiting to be complete.
In a few years from now, we'll be asking:
"Who are yew?"
Monday, August 31, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Song of the day : Funkz
Foo Fighters - On the Mend
Hm, this song defines my day. Actually, it defines this whole semester. But I think its time to roll up my sleeves and do something about it, right?
Funkz.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Song of the day: Funkz
Foo Fighters - See You
Shit happened but yaaa its awesum to see you o3o.
Funkz.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Song of the day: Funkz
Foo Fighters - Overdrive
Reminds me of certain feelings when I broke up with her.
Hope you guys enjoy it.
Funkz.
Song of the day: Funkz
Nirvana - You know you're right(live at aragon)
This, is the real thing.
Funkz.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Enough.
I'm tired of this and that.
Always being treated as if I were a brat.
Seems like things aren't going the way they were supposed to be.
Well what else can I do, if the one you guys are talking to isn't really me?
We hide, and we hide. Hoping no one can see this part of us.
We take a ride on that bus.
Nothing more, but empty faces.
In the end, everyone's hiding something,
and it's only up to YOU to make that person show that hidden shard of his/hers.
I always thought that my friend couldn't resist the impact of certain secrets I keep away from her/him. But, when you least notice that shard comes out. It's like a ray of light in middle of nothingness.
Some people call that hope, but hope is just too simple to describe it.
The only word that actually describes it is: You.
Only the word you can describe that.
Our good memories, experiences.
And when I saw that side of hers, I noticed she was strong enough. I told her, she dealt with it and moved on. Makes me think, should I keep hiding?
Shouldn't I be trying something with it?
But life taught me that we still need privacy.
So I'll keep hiding, but I'm still hoping to leave that shelter.
So, no more. I won't take it anymore. I'm tired of this.
Funkz.
Always being treated as if I were a brat.
Seems like things aren't going the way they were supposed to be.
Well what else can I do, if the one you guys are talking to isn't really me?
We hide, and we hide. Hoping no one can see this part of us.
We take a ride on that bus.
Nothing more, but empty faces.
In the end, everyone's hiding something,
and it's only up to YOU to make that person show that hidden shard of his/hers.
I always thought that my friend couldn't resist the impact of certain secrets I keep away from her/him. But, when you least notice that shard comes out. It's like a ray of light in middle of nothingness.
Some people call that hope, but hope is just too simple to describe it.
The only word that actually describes it is: You.
Only the word you can describe that.
Our good memories, experiences.
And when I saw that side of hers, I noticed she was strong enough. I told her, she dealt with it and moved on. Makes me think, should I keep hiding?
Shouldn't I be trying something with it?
But life taught me that we still need privacy.
So I'll keep hiding, but I'm still hoping to leave that shelter.
So, no more. I won't take it anymore. I'm tired of this.
Funkz.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Messed Up Quote / Zero Sense Moment.
"Stevie Wonder says goodbye to an interviewer by saying 'I'll see you later.'"
Monday, August 3, 2009
Re-Post from PeaceLovePurple: "Whoever said it was cool to be a jerk?"
"This rant may mean nothing to most of you, but it can mean a lot.
Seriously, when was the last time you walked into a school without seeing someone getting picked on?
Somebody getting teased.
Somebody getting threatened to get beat up.
Never, right?
People get picked on all the time, and sometimes, almost nobody is ever there to stand up for them.
Sometimes they aren't even strong enough to stand for themselves.
You can call them weak, but that's not their fault.
The only reason why they're not strong enough is because of those people that pick on them and tease them.
It can make them weak enough to breakdown and cry every night, cut themselves to let everything out, or to be a jerk back.
I myself am sick and tired of seeing people getting hurt only because people think it's "cool" and "funny."
And I'm sick of getting picked on too.
People think it's funny to even make fun of the smallest things.
Like the way someone dresses, the grades someone gets, when someone makes a mistake while doing something.
Those small things can make a big problem worse.
They think it's funny when people have problems to deal with.
Well, yenno what?
It's NOT funny.
It HURTS to get picked on.
I've been picked on the DAY I started middle school.
It's annoying as HELL.
I've seen people laugh at me when I just FLIP MY HAIR.
What the hell is so funny about that?
I've even had my own friends AND family talk about me when I was standing right in front of them.
Even online.
It's not funny either way.
And it hurts either way.
People can say I've picked on them, but it's only because I've been picked on.
And I know when I've hurt somebody.
Seriously, this kind of stuff needs to stop.
I know some people that are total hippies and believe in world peace, yet they act like jerks to some people and led them to crying, and another person that gets abused at home, yet he's a total jerk to other people.
And some people that act even worse just because they think it's funny.
I've even met people in school that literally push people through the hall cause they're coming through, only because they think they're so "popular."
Grow up.
Learn respect."
Seriously, when was the last time you walked into a school without seeing someone getting picked on?
Somebody getting teased.
Somebody getting threatened to get beat up.
Never, right?
People get picked on all the time, and sometimes, almost nobody is ever there to stand up for them.
Sometimes they aren't even strong enough to stand for themselves.
You can call them weak, but that's not their fault.
The only reason why they're not strong enough is because of those people that pick on them and tease them.
It can make them weak enough to breakdown and cry every night, cut themselves to let everything out, or to be a jerk back.
I myself am sick and tired of seeing people getting hurt only because people think it's "cool" and "funny."
And I'm sick of getting picked on too.
People think it's funny to even make fun of the smallest things.
Like the way someone dresses, the grades someone gets, when someone makes a mistake while doing something.
Those small things can make a big problem worse.
They think it's funny when people have problems to deal with.
Well, yenno what?
It's NOT funny.
It HURTS to get picked on.
I've been picked on the DAY I started middle school.
It's annoying as HELL.
I've seen people laugh at me when I just FLIP MY HAIR.
What the hell is so funny about that?
I've even had my own friends AND family talk about me when I was standing right in front of them.
Even online.
It's not funny either way.
And it hurts either way.
People can say I've picked on them, but it's only because I've been picked on.
And I know when I've hurt somebody.
Seriously, this kind of stuff needs to stop.
I know some people that are total hippies and believe in world peace, yet they act like jerks to some people and led them to crying, and another person that gets abused at home, yet he's a total jerk to other people.
And some people that act even worse just because they think it's funny.
I've even met people in school that literally push people through the hall cause they're coming through, only because they think they're so "popular."
Grow up.
Learn respect."
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Song of the day: Funkz
AC/DC - Big Balls
I chose this song, because today I laughed A LOT. And this song makes me laugh so yeah.=D= enjoy it fuckers
Funkz.
I Love you.
Three words, echoes deep within my mind.
It may bring happiness, euphoria and anxiety
or sadness, depression and death itself.
Three words, many feelings. How could this happen?
How could our lives be destined by the use of these words?
I know people obssessed with them, and I know people that completely ignore them.
Why does it have to be so extreme? One or the other?
I still don't understand what caused this feeling inside us to bloom.
But I understood everything else,
And one day I hope that I find her again
So I can share these three words with her once more.
Funkz.
It may bring happiness, euphoria and anxiety
or sadness, depression and death itself.
Three words, many feelings. How could this happen?
How could our lives be destined by the use of these words?
I know people obssessed with them, and I know people that completely ignore them.
Why does it have to be so extreme? One or the other?
I still don't understand what caused this feeling inside us to bloom.
But I understood everything else,
And one day I hope that I find her again
So I can share these three words with her once more.
Funkz.
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