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
^_^
We've lost the way with a map ..
there's no turning back ..
the fogged lines of gray cloud our retreat ..
we've hindered for more than 4 years now ..
time we thought about starting anew again ..
with each time resulting in coming back to square one again..
what's so different this time ? what's the zeal ?
Is it not just another journey .. just another stage
one which means for us to be selective .. to choose .. and to lament
or is it just us at fault with closed minds in the cold rain ..
Lets go for this one thing .. we've tried and failed in everything we had ..
whats the harm ? ..
what's the cost ?
what's the consequences ? ..
NOTHING
what makes you so sure to yield a result when all others have failed ? ..
because ..
I know once of a young man who thought so much alike what's being told ..
He decided to bury it all and move on .. no looking back .. to turning back
Bury he did .. but thought .. still the same
Time will never be lost for him to redeem himself .. cause i know him
There'll be his day one day .. and he'll still pray for those he loves and looks up to ..
cause he doesn't want anything .. just those who live and love to be happy and content
that's what he derives happiness from ..
"Its isn't like one of those times when you say i'll thrive to make all others happy .. its not like anytimes at all .. it's like having a snow fall in the Sahara "
My petty reasons and beliefs dissolved and merged respectively with your key and you belief
I hope i don't turn back .. i know i won't
its like spiritual awakening ..
like how the saints told "you wake up one unsuspecting and normal day to feel as if everything's different .. or just that maybe its you that's changed"
*smiles*
no no imnt going right now to sit fixated in a meditating position going into deep trance and tranquility
if i had to describe the whole episode in two lines it could be
The three days which felt like three years ..
had the audacity to give me answers to every one of my questions ..
*smiles*
no more contradictions
no more laying dormant
no more rantings
no more sad shit [sorry sorry just one last time ok]
no more nothing
*grins*
I am not hyper/happy/sad/crazy/insane/OCD/yada yada
im just born anew
the past three days have played the role of an Eraser in my life ..
a different and unique kinda eraser ..
I now have an eraser that can let me rub off anything i want to ..
yea anything
That doesn't make one happy neither sad
just satisfied ..
the true result appears after a period of time
after all the hustle bustle
stupid blogs
poems
sad little rantings
and what not
as concerned with the whole schedule of things
Blogging is one of the things that will get cut off
[woo hoo !! no more boring stuff to read]
It almost erased off my reason to smoke entirely ..
Drinking stopped every bit ..
and guess what .. what seemed spooky and a cultish type of thing
actually turned out to be a refuge for a person like me [yea i know imnt supposed to use terms like that]
But lets see where this mind takes me ..
Lets start thinking from your sub conscious mind and puke it out from the conscious mind
=|
guess this is what
umm
hibernation
dunno
not posting again though [keep it strong -__-*]
bless ya'll
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
Thats what life's reduced to these past two to three years
*sigh*
its sooo boring !!!!
no one to meet
no one to talk to
no one interesting to hang out with
no one interesting sharing a common sight of thought
bah
no Movies to watch
worst of all
NO MORE MONEY !!!
damn .. my stomach's growling already
cant drink
throat fucked up
but still smoke
:|
now where's the logic behind that
I think im going to end up spending my last summer holidays alone
doing nothing as usual
but what i'll miss will sure be company ..