Makyubex’s Neighborhood

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*

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?....

No stupid resolutions this time.