Well, thats that. I was reading over my blog (yeah, again. I'm sorry. I'm bored, and no, I don't have a life) and I guess all I really succeeded in doing is diluting it. When I went on the must-stop-making-blog-depressed-zone trip.
Diluting. Like you do to a too-hard shot of whiskey. It doesn't mean you're consuming any lesser of the alcohol. Just means it'll take a litle longer to hit.
-_-
Yes, when you start comparing your blog to whiskey, you KNOW you have issues!
and just when she was about to give up
a poem made her smile;
you'll always be my torch in the dark...
you'll always be my light
^_^
Its not fair... Its not right... There should never be this kind of hate where there was once such love.
"I'll always watch over you."
Lies.
Or were they?...
Nothing happened. I'm free. 14 years of fear... I'm free...
*smiles*
We're going to call her. I intend to get over my fear tonight.
Mave you know what to do. Papers and letters. Love you all.
*grins*
Yes yes, dramatic, ain't I?
I am now watchin Devil may Cry 4. Its really funny how its Sparda's son who takes out the Head of the Order right after the Head asks them all to pray to Sparda. Err... well... Funny in a twisted sorta way anyway... As for Nero... *grins* Its brilliant! He's like a human version of Dante. You know! The way Dante would have been if his entire family wasn't destroyed before he hit 19!!! *shakes head*
Anyhow... could Nero really be Vergil? I don't know... The thing is... Nero is probably almost 10 years younger than Dante... If Vergil was 'killed' when he fought Mundus... then maybe Nero is like his re-incarnation or something... No wait, that's not likely...
Hmmm... you know really could have happened? Vergil was locked in there for all those years... Around the time both Dante n Vergil were still teenagers and they had the whole battle (when Arkham went nuts!), Vergil was 'trapped' - or rather 'chose' to stay - in hell, right? Well... supposing you don't age in hell... Then right now, if in DMC 1, Dante freed him and not killed him... he would be Nero's age too...
They sure as hell look alike! And leaving all those possibilities aside and just concentrating on evil game-developers.
1. Clothes. Vergil was in blue, so is Nero
2. The complete opposite attitude to Vergil's
...
and I shall go back to watchin my videos and write more when I return...
Hmm...
I think I'm just gonna make a separate blog for DMC... I sure don't need a bundle of crazed gaming addicts to hunt me down for spoilers!!!
Adios!
for now...
*grins*
Before I retreat back inside
And every castle of sand I make
floats away with the swelling tide...
but they quickly fade away
And I stand at a distance watching
and wondering if you can hear what I say...
how many times the tide swells high
I'm going to build that castle right
even if it takes all night
With the light of dawn
and every castle gets swept away
but I keep building on
And I know you understand
that even if it is a castle of hopes and dreams
Its still just a castle of sand...
is that this sand is all that's mine
All my words were swept away long ago
So I just won't give up this time
And I know sometimes you think I don't care
But I don't know how to say I do
So I'm going to build this castle right
And I'm going to build it just for you...
shot one ; my very first and i'm curious
shot two ; we are togather and having fun
my roomate spills a bit of her shot three and i'm furious
shot four ; my high has begun ^_^
shot five ; everything's pretty and i'm laughing
shot six ; i see pretty colours all around and i smile
seventh shot and i'm fucking depressed;
maybe with a few more after the eight and i'll die
for once i thot i was feelin good about everything... i was feeling to get better... i was living my life n not survivin it...
then... as tho the destiny wants to play again... the past comes swooshing back to me...n talk to me as if nuthin had happened for the past one year... fuck.. yes... m totally frustrated rite now....
gonzo said i shud start being mean and all sarcastic... n don care if wat u say hurts or not... jus say it if u want...
mabbe hes rite... MABBE I JUS NEED TO BE WAT I WAS BEFORE I MET THEM... just another lonely kinda guy who talked like he mastered sarcasm and was an expert at hurting ppl...
lolz... the whole of my past... lets not talk abt it rite now... m already in nuff of frustration...
i hate actors... who act like they love... but they somehow want to avoid u... FUCK THEM...
n i hate when someone compares me ... even more when its someone i don like...
wow! atlast i found something i hate...
but b4 i met them... i knew nuthin but hate... heh.. so why this irritation on gettin angry?
wateva... jus move on...
which one of me is real?
the one of times long ago..
the one that was innocent
the one that always backed down
the one that fought
the one who bids her time
the one that believed in a hapily ever after
the one that believed...
the one that cried
the one that died
the one who laughed
the one who always lied
the one who lives in denial
the one that refuses to loose
the one who loves and hates
the one who slowly cuts them all off
the one who knows she's no longer the same
the one who sits here and wonders
the one who dreams
the one that hopes of a future
the one that lives too much in the past
the one who can never face her fears
the one that's scared of the dark..
the one that waits for her ikkou
the one who wants to drink herself away
the one who sits her and wonders
does it really matter anyway?....
