Fret not over your broken wings.
For they are proof that you have once soared in the skies
Abt me
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Monday, October 23, 2006
Shortly after it gets late, The rain will probably turn into snow. Silent night, holy night... You're certainly not coming It'll be a lonely Christmas Eve Silent night, holy night... Desires that are kept deep in my heart It doesnt seem that they will be granted Certainly tonight, I thought i could tell it to you...
the bakajo one....Truli a LOL moment in front of my comp...
my decision to eat an apple while watching is completely and utterly WRONG!!!!
choked a few times....the apple juice go into my nose once or twice...
haha...its been quite a while since i laughed like tt...it is jus plain nice to watch...
telephone = telepudding~~~ kawaii~~~~
Just a Plain Song <3 ;6:21 AM
Sunday, October 15, 2006
For the less than 2 years in NYJC...
"Sotsugyou" hito wa atarashii DOA mata hitotsu akete susumu... "Graduation", a person again opensa new door,and moves on...
Saigo no hi hayaoki o shite,Itsumo no michi o fumishimeteta It was the last day of school so I trod down the usual path
Semakatta kyoushitsu ni ima, omoide ga afurete iru In that small classroom now, memories overflow.
Deatta koro no fuan ya kibou,Doko ka natsukashii namida koboreru... The hopes and fear i had when we met all, somehow tears start to fall...
"Sotsugyou" itsuka kanarazu kuru to,Wakatte ite kedo setsunai ne... "Graduation" , the day it came, I didnt understand but its painful isn't it?
"Sotsugyou" kitto wasure wa shinai dakara egao de itai yo... "Graduation" I certainly won't foget it.So i want to smile
Sukoshi zutsu itsumo no koe ga modori nigiyaka ni wa naru kedo Bit by bit, our voices return to our liveliness
Asu kara wa sore zore no michi susumu koto wa shitte ita But after today, I know we will move on down our own paths
Tsukue ni tsuketa kizuato nagame,omoide zenbu KABAN ni tsumeta Gazing at the carvings at my desk, I put all my memories into my bag
"Sotsugyou" itsumo namida ja nakute kore kara hajimaru yume kureru... "Graduation" It's not always tearful as it starts our dreams
"Sotsugyou" sore wa wakare ja nakute deai no yokan o kureru... "Graduation" , this isn't goodbye, i know we will meet again...
Itsuka kitto sakura no hana ga kono michi ni saki midareru toki... Someday, it will be time for the cherry blossoms to bloom on this road...
Hito wa minna mata omoide wo kakaete aruki hajimeru darou... And peope wil be walking round, carryig their memoriees with them...
"Sotsugyou" sore wa tata hitotsu no mirai no DOA kagi da ne... "Graduation" It is just one key to the door of our future
Mirai no DOA o akeru yo... The door of our future will open up
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Just a Plain Song <3 ;4:26 AM
Monday, October 02, 2006
Another sucky night to the end of a sucky day, and tomorrow would be more suckier.
As the days past by, I fall deeper into the darkness and watch others having their mundane but yet satisfied lives. I am envious. Joy, such an elusive emotion for me. I've never seem to be able to grasp it in my hand. What is it in this world that makes a person truly happy?? Love, friendship, entertainment or money? Everyone has their own different answer. For some, their answers are much easier to find. i wont say tt i have the shittiest time out here cos i noe ther are prolly ppl in worser conditions. To forget your troubles, thats something obviously very good to have. But who can truly cast our memories away. After all, they are what that make us who we are. My head is crammed up full of crap even after all this while.
Ever heard of the term homunculus? It can be said that it is the little man in your head. Your own subconcious that is unknown to others. Maybe even to yourself. I read a manga of the same title quite a while back. And suddenly i think now. What would my homunculi look like? Would i be like a person who is actually made of sand? Able to shift myself to what my concious mind or the others want. Having no true self as all i do is to mimic and act the shape of something. OR could i be like a little boy within a robot. Where the robot armor symbolises the the shields tt i have rased in order to protect myself and make myself look more "normal" to the rest? It may be messy for those who dint read it but still, its a fresh look to examine yourself.
Self, my identity, may be wat im looking for. I still probably could not proclaim that I am me now because what is I? what is me? Typing vulgarities now to vent my frustration might be a good way to relieve my self of some of the stress i have but it is all futile. Temporary respite has only brought about greater troubles.
Should probably go study now. Be the sand-person and fulfil my role as a student.
