Mood: bored beyond belief.
Hating: a lot of things.
Loving: friends and honourary family members. Oh, and the lovely game of Taboo =]
Lip-Syncing: anything by HU <3
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So it's been awhile. Hi =] Some patience is going to be needed, seeing as how all three of us are in the midst of the few final weeks of school. It's getting insane, and a little overwhelming...
Now, although they've been around for quite some time, I've recently found my obsession for all things HU escalating. Sad, really. Rather pathetic. But with songs like this, I don't think I'm far off-base. It speaks for itself. Just some food for thought...along with a new anthem.
Hollywood Undead -- Young
We are young
but we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong
But we don't belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart
I see the children in the rain
Like the parade before the pain
I see the love, I see the hate
I see this world that we can make
I see the life, I see the sky
Give it all to see you fly
Yes we wave this flag of hatred
But you're the ones who made it
Watch the beauty of all our lives
Passing right before my eyes
I hear the hate in all your words
All the words to make us hurt
We get so sick, we're so sick
We never wanted all this
Medication for the kids with no reason to live
So we march to the drums of the dammed as we come
Watch it burn in the sun
We are numb
We are young but we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong
But we don't belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart
As we walk among these shadows
In the streets these fields of battle
Take it up we wear the mantle
Raise your hands with burning candles
Hear us whisper in the dark
In the rain you see the spark
Feel the beating of our hearts
Fleeting hope as we depart
All together walk alone
Against all we've ever known
All we've ever really wanted
Was a place to call our home
But you take all we are
The innocence of our hearts
Made to kneel before the altar as you tear us apart
So we march to the drums of the dammed as we come
Watch it burn in the sun
We are numb
We are young but we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong
But we don't belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We will fight
Or we will fall
'Till the angels save us all
We are young
but we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong
But we don't belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
A Point Between Extremes
Mood: odd.
Hating: this throbbing in my left shoulder. It hurts like crazy. But why am I still awake at 3.00am?
Loving: Easter.
Lip-synching: This Beautiful Republic -- A Point Between Extremes
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Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties?
Daddy’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and Mum was your hero. Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. Wearing high heels and a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow.
Lollipops turn into cigarettes. Innocence turns to ignorance. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used as lifelines. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex.
And we couldn’t wait to grow up, huh?
Hating: this throbbing in my left shoulder. It hurts like crazy. But why am I still awake at 3.00am?
Loving: Easter.
Lip-synching: This Beautiful Republic -- A Point Between Extremes
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Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties?
Daddy’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and Mum was your hero. Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. Wearing high heels and a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow.
Lollipops turn into cigarettes. Innocence turns to ignorance. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used as lifelines. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex.
And we couldn’t wait to grow up, huh?
Thursday, March 12, 2009
A Different Kind of Love Song
Lately I've found myself having to constantly defend my beliefs and morals.
All my life I've been surrounded with people who agree with my point of views.
I've never even had to talk about it because everything is the same.
Some people don't go around other people or interact with those of opposing religious views,
but i belive what better way to strengthen your faith.
Now I hang around with a Jew, a Roman Catholic and an Atheist
while I am Penecostal Christian
If you can be with a goup of people with 4-6 religious beliefs and
still be strong in your own then aren't you good?
In questioning your faith you see how much faith you really have.
I believe that if you don't have someone agaisnt your faith you'll never have a reason to defend it.
I revel at the idea of someone telling me my faith is wrong or stupid, if I can defend it and still believe
then i know I still have my faith and it is solid in my mind.
It doesn't matter to me if I've convinced the other people,
as long as i believe what I;m saying thats fine.
and although most people in my religion would not agree with me
but i think everyone is entitled to their beliefs and whatever they choose to believe in is fine.
I'm not going to convert everyone... sorry.
You Found Me - The Fray
I found God on the corner of 1st and Amistad
Where the West was all but won
All alone, smoking his last cigarette
I said, "Where've you been?" He said, "Ask anything."
Where were you, when everything was falling apart.
All my days were spent by the telephone that never rang
And all I needed was a call that never came
To the corner of 1st and Amistad
Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me.
But in the end everyone ends up alone
Losing her, the only one who's ever known
Who I am, who I'm not and who I wanna to be
No way to know how long she will be next to me
Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me.
The early morning, the city breaks
And I've been calling for years and years and years
And you never left me no messages
You never sent me no letters
You got some kind of nerve taking all I want
Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, Where were you? Where were you?
Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me.
Why'd you have to wait, to find me, to find me?
All my life I've been surrounded with people who agree with my point of views.
I've never even had to talk about it because everything is the same.
Some people don't go around other people or interact with those of opposing religious views,
but i belive what better way to strengthen your faith.
Now I hang around with a Jew, a Roman Catholic and an Atheist
while I am Penecostal Christian
If you can be with a goup of people with 4-6 religious beliefs and
still be strong in your own then aren't you good?
In questioning your faith you see how much faith you really have.
I believe that if you don't have someone agaisnt your faith you'll never have a reason to defend it.
I revel at the idea of someone telling me my faith is wrong or stupid, if I can defend it and still believe
then i know I still have my faith and it is solid in my mind.
It doesn't matter to me if I've convinced the other people,
as long as i believe what I;m saying thats fine.
and although most people in my religion would not agree with me
but i think everyone is entitled to their beliefs and whatever they choose to believe in is fine.
I'm not going to convert everyone... sorry.
You Found Me - The Fray
I found God on the corner of 1st and Amistad
Where the West was all but won
All alone, smoking his last cigarette
I said, "Where've you been?" He said, "Ask anything."
Where were you, when everything was falling apart.
All my days were spent by the telephone that never rang
And all I needed was a call that never came
To the corner of 1st and Amistad
Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me.
But in the end everyone ends up alone
Losing her, the only one who's ever known
Who I am, who I'm not and who I wanna to be
No way to know how long she will be next to me
Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me.
The early morning, the city breaks
And I've been calling for years and years and years
And you never left me no messages
You never sent me no letters
You got some kind of nerve taking all I want
Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, Where were you? Where were you?
Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me.
Why'd you have to wait, to find me, to find me?
Sunday, March 8, 2009
This One's for Me
Mood:...odd.
Hating: this weird pain in my chest. I keep checking my left arm every few minutes...Haha. I think it's just a pulled muscle, even though the pain is incredibly annoying...And also how it is unbelievably cold at school. Stupid broken boiler...
Loving: how calming the drama room feels to me.
Lip-syncing: Jonathan Clay --This One's for Me
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Sometimes when you're young, you think nothing can hurt you. It's kind of like being invincible, or immortal. Your whole life is ahead of you, and you have these big, elaborate plans. Huge plans to find your one perfect match, the one that completes you; to follow your dreams, to change the world.
But as you get older, you realize it's not always that easy. It's not until you've wasted so much time -- time you can never get back -- that you realize how the plans you made were simply that: plans. At the end, when you're looking backwards instead of forwards, you want to believe that you made the most of what life gave you. You want to believe that you're leaving something good behind.
You want to believe that it mattered.
You want to believe that you mattered.
Hating: this weird pain in my chest. I keep checking my left arm every few minutes...Haha. I think it's just a pulled muscle, even though the pain is incredibly annoying...And also how it is unbelievably cold at school. Stupid broken boiler...
Loving: how calming the drama room feels to me.
Lip-syncing: Jonathan Clay --This One's for Me
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Sometimes when you're young, you think nothing can hurt you. It's kind of like being invincible, or immortal. Your whole life is ahead of you, and you have these big, elaborate plans. Huge plans to find your one perfect match, the one that completes you; to follow your dreams, to change the world.
But as you get older, you realize it's not always that easy. It's not until you've wasted so much time -- time you can never get back -- that you realize how the plans you made were simply that: plans. At the end, when you're looking backwards instead of forwards, you want to believe that you made the most of what life gave you. You want to believe that you're leaving something good behind.
You want to believe that it mattered.
You want to believe that you mattered.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
A Heart Must Go Where It Belongs
Mood: incredibly lazy.
Hating: that I have no motivation to work on any of the 101 things I have to finish in the imminent future.
Loving: the beautiful snow that's falling tonight.
Lip-syncing: Thriving Ivory -- Twilight
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At the risk of being declared the most cynical out of Me, Myself and I, I once again return to the topic of relationships and love. With one of the most Hallmark Holidays just past, I find it hard to believe amidst the stress and horror stories.
I wonder why. Why have we been programmed into sharing? Why do we risk the heartache? Yes, sometimes it is better to have loved and lost, and whatever is worthwhile is worth the fight. Sure. Cliches are cliches simply for their relation to reality, right? But eventually, all the things we love fade away, going places we can't follow. Friends, family, pets, lovers. We surround ourselves with these things so much that levels of attachment are created, some stronger than others.... But it's these attachments to the things we love and care about most that will do nothing but hurt us in the end. It always happens that way. We always lose the ones we love...
So why bother even loving at all? Why put ourselves through the time and effort of forging these bonds when we know that it will only end in heartache?
Hating: that I have no motivation to work on any of the 101 things I have to finish in the imminent future.
Loving: the beautiful snow that's falling tonight.
Lip-syncing: Thriving Ivory -- Twilight
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At the risk of being declared the most cynical out of Me, Myself and I, I once again return to the topic of relationships and love. With one of the most Hallmark Holidays just past, I find it hard to believe amidst the stress and horror stories.
I wonder why. Why have we been programmed into sharing? Why do we risk the heartache? Yes, sometimes it is better to have loved and lost, and whatever is worthwhile is worth the fight. Sure. Cliches are cliches simply for their relation to reality, right? But eventually, all the things we love fade away, going places we can't follow. Friends, family, pets, lovers. We surround ourselves with these things so much that levels of attachment are created, some stronger than others.... But it's these attachments to the things we love and care about most that will do nothing but hurt us in the end. It always happens that way. We always lose the ones we love...
So why bother even loving at all? Why put ourselves through the time and effort of forging these bonds when we know that it will only end in heartache?
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Your Thoughts of War, Religion and Love
Mood: confused, tired.
Hating: that I got nothing done today.
Loving: the amazingness known as chocolate.
Lip-syncing: David Cook -- Last Request
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As of Tuesday, January 20th, 2009, Barack Obama officially became the President of the United States of America. Only two days into office, and he's started his work. I like to think that closing down Guantanamo Bay is only the first of a great many of changes.
I've noticed that lots of people are buying into the "Obama-mania". There are the shirts, the buttons the mugs, the books, the hats, the bobble heads; they're even putting him into a curriculum in a Toronto school! This Obama Fever is just incredible to witness.
Although not quite old enough to remember first-hand, I can't help but think of the Canadian equivalent. "Trudeau-mania", anyone?
Some people are just being negative though. Their criticisms are flying left and right, and so many are claiming that Obama will be ruined by coming into power during such a time of economic crisis. He's just making more promises that, as a politician, he is bound to break.
When did we start viewing politicians as the lowest of low?
Why is it not okay to view Obama as a sort of hero? I don't 100% agree with the idea of throwing him into an educational curriculum just yet, but I think that Obama has accomplished a great deal. He is the first African-American to win presidency. He's renewed the faith in democracy and the freedom of men that many had lost.
Sure, he may not follow through with everything he's claimed, but I think Obama - for lack of a better word - overseeing the U.S. is such a feat in itself, that anything else he accomplishes is just icing on the cake.
Just listen to his speech, if you doubt. It's nice to hear coherent sentences from a president, is it not? The vivid imagery and strength in his words encourage and inspire; isn't that what a politician should do?
So perhaps people should tone down the politic-hating, and appreciate the beauty and freedom that is democracy. If only for a little while.
In the meantime, despite the creepy factor, I'm going to out and hunt down an Obama bobblehead.
Hating: that I got nothing done today.
Loving: the amazingness known as chocolate.
Lip-syncing: David Cook -- Last Request
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As of Tuesday, January 20th, 2009, Barack Obama officially became the President of the United States of America. Only two days into office, and he's started his work. I like to think that closing down Guantanamo Bay is only the first of a great many of changes.
I've noticed that lots of people are buying into the "Obama-mania". There are the shirts, the buttons the mugs, the books, the hats, the bobble heads; they're even putting him into a curriculum in a Toronto school! This Obama Fever is just incredible to witness.
Although not quite old enough to remember first-hand, I can't help but think of the Canadian equivalent. "Trudeau-mania", anyone?
Some people are just being negative though. Their criticisms are flying left and right, and so many are claiming that Obama will be ruined by coming into power during such a time of economic crisis. He's just making more promises that, as a politician, he is bound to break.
When did we start viewing politicians as the lowest of low?
Why is it not okay to view Obama as a sort of hero? I don't 100% agree with the idea of throwing him into an educational curriculum just yet, but I think that Obama has accomplished a great deal. He is the first African-American to win presidency. He's renewed the faith in democracy and the freedom of men that many had lost.
Sure, he may not follow through with everything he's claimed, but I think Obama - for lack of a better word - overseeing the U.S. is such a feat in itself, that anything else he accomplishes is just icing on the cake.
Just listen to his speech, if you doubt. It's nice to hear coherent sentences from a president, is it not? The vivid imagery and strength in his words encourage and inspire; isn't that what a politician should do?
So perhaps people should tone down the politic-hating, and appreciate the beauty and freedom that is democracy. If only for a little while.
In the meantime, despite the creepy factor, I'm going to out and hunt down an Obama bobblehead.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
writing blah
I find it weird because i don't mind writing when i'm in the mood but most of the things i write i would never let anyone see. When i write i write fromthe heart and it is all very personal. I don't write stories or amusing antidotes for fun, i write them when i must. In writers craft we had to write many times and i did everytime, most of the time however i wrote the night or worse the period before. The worst mark i ever got was a 75. But when it means something to me i can actually write well, and enjoy it!
i think thats the problem with this whole blogging thing, nothing inspires me to write because i just don't care about anything!i am the only intressting thing in my life! :P
kidding but honestly i can't think of my own topics. but not a lame one because lame topics create lame writing.
i think thats the problem with this whole blogging thing, nothing inspires me to write because i just don't care about anything!i am the only intressting thing in my life! :P
kidding but honestly i can't think of my own topics. but not a lame one because lame topics create lame writing.
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