sometimes, i wish i could just write music forever.
i wrote this today, and couldn't stop listening to it.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
the daughters of quiet minds
just some fun writing. um... don't mind the content. in fact, don't even read this. lawl.
no i am not currently depressed, no i am not currently emotional, and anything of the like.
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the bell rings, we dash out of the class.
take a walk through the halls,
and the first person you see
and the girl behind you,
yelling loudly and joyfully,
no i am not currently depressed, no i am not currently emotional, and anything of the like.
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the bell rings, we dash out of the class.
take a walk through the halls,
and the first person you see
is scorned
by his parents, daily.
talk a walk through the halls,by his parents, daily.
this is the faceless, ignored, unnoticed.
and the girl behind you,
yelling loudly and joyfully,
faces suicidal thoughts
immediately following school.
immediately following school.
this is the faceless, ignored, unnoticed.
step carefully down the stairs,
and the being at the end of the case,
and the being at the end of the case,
is dying for that
heroin needle.
heroin needle.
this is the faceless, ignored, unnoticed.
bump into him,
and with a look of
discontent,
and with a look of
discontent,
is about to have
his bones shattered.
his bones shattered.
rush to your locker,
and the individual adjacent
and the individual adjacent
earns money by
selling themself.
selling themself.
this is the faceless, ignored, unnoticed.
stroll home,
and the person you passed by
at the corner,
and the person you passed by
at the corner,
is headed to
next stop,
coma station.
next stop,
coma station.
deceiving, but oblivious to the unknown situations,
this is the faceless, ignored, unnoticed.
victims of wrong, but this is their life.
this is the faceless, ignored, unnoticed.
victims of wrong, but this is their life.
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... okay now, honestly, what the fuck was that? told you not to read it. jajajajajaja
... okay now, honestly, what the fuck was that? told you not to read it. jajajajajaja
Monday, February 16, 2009
fault and fracture
woke up, mom told me not to be late, got up, took a shower, ate breakfast, brushed my teeth, and wasn't too late for 11:00 mass (ololololololololololololololololololol dino if you're reading this, then olololololololololololololololololololololol. LMAO that was fuckin hilarious but we are such assholes).
after church, our family headed over to BR for some fantastic lunch. it was funny though, and i quote myself, "i walked in and LOLOLOLd because of the massive influx of teenage asian girls". regardless, AMAZING bubble tea and pretty good lunch too. for extremely reasonable prices. (Y). oh i think they like me; azns stared me down.
afterwards, we dropped by home quickly to get the $$$, then we went on a one-hour venture to Brantford, Ontario (the hometown of Lil' Wayne Gretzky [if any of you care, because i certainly don't]). it was certainly a beautiful day; walking clouds and deep red skies, flags fluttering and the sun shining. we travelled furthermore to a quiet, rural-esque neighbourhood upon arrival into the town. at the doorstep of this one house, we had seen clients inside.
and then we heard a loud shriek.
panic, terror, and fear had rushed through our hearts and minds. how unexpected, we had all thought. a short glance at the house window, and a streak of blood had splattered across. the anxiety, the trepidation had built up inside of us, giving us a sense of directionlessness. the mental walls were caving in on us. nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. death is imminent. the murderer stepped outside of the house, giving each one of us a death-like stare. and she held the axe, with a steady firmness. she had come towards us, while we could do nothing, standing there, cold and still. the killer had slowly and shakily taken off her mask, revealing a sanguine, gruesome face. blood dripping everywhere, she inquired...
"so you were looking to buy the yorkie-poos?"
and grinned.
i just tricked you into thinking she sinned,
so i winned.
my raps blow you away like gone with the wind
went inside, saw the animal, we all melted.
and so, our hearts we smelted
back together, love forever.
we drove home with the cutest 8-week old yorkie-poo ever, Chewie.
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you're all invited to come over tomorrow. Chewie party lol. oh yeah, just in case you don't know how to get to my house, this is the right way to get there. regardless of where you live. i don't give a fuck.
after church, our family headed over to BR for some fantastic lunch. it was funny though, and i quote myself, "i walked in and LOLOLOLd because of the massive influx of teenage asian girls". regardless, AMAZING bubble tea and pretty good lunch too. for extremely reasonable prices. (Y). oh i think they like me; azns stared me down.
afterwards, we dropped by home quickly to get the $$$, then we went on a one-hour venture to Brantford, Ontario (the hometown of Lil' Wayne Gretzky [if any of you care, because i certainly don't]). it was certainly a beautiful day; walking clouds and deep red skies, flags fluttering and the sun shining. we travelled furthermore to a quiet, rural-esque neighbourhood upon arrival into the town. at the doorstep of this one house, we had seen clients inside.
and then we heard a loud shriek.
panic, terror, and fear had rushed through our hearts and minds. how unexpected, we had all thought. a short glance at the house window, and a streak of blood had splattered across. the anxiety, the trepidation had built up inside of us, giving us a sense of directionlessness. the mental walls were caving in on us. nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. death is imminent. the murderer stepped outside of the house, giving each one of us a death-like stare. and she held the axe, with a steady firmness. she had come towards us, while we could do nothing, standing there, cold and still. the killer had slowly and shakily taken off her mask, revealing a sanguine, gruesome face. blood dripping everywhere, she inquired...
"so you were looking to buy the yorkie-poos?"
and grinned.
i just tricked you into thinking she sinned,
so i winned.
my raps blow you away like gone with the wind
went inside, saw the animal, we all melted.
and so, our hearts we smelted
back together, love forever.
we drove home with the cutest 8-week old yorkie-poo ever, Chewie.
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you're all invited to come over tomorrow. Chewie party lol. oh yeah, just in case you don't know how to get to my house, this is the right way to get there. regardless of where you live. i don't give a fuck.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
dash and blast
today was spent rather unconventionally for valentine's day.
the majority of the day was spent with males... well... brotherly love, right? >_>. stepped out of the house at like 4:00 today to head over to mike's, then mike, josh, josh, chey and i stayed Tim's for a bit, until chey went to work. we bothered her and such.... um, yeah. travelled back to mike's, then josh t's popeye's craving reappeared. and thus... we felt the urge to satisfy his needs. as well as ours. lol. so we called up jabe and asked if he wanted to come, but he said that he couldn't. i called dino up so he could give us a ride there, but i unfortunately woke him up out of his slumber.
so the ride to popeyes was... well... risky. there were jakes all over the place, and if you don't know what that means, please listen to the four-minute dictionary piece entitled "Ebonics" by Big L. dino was driving really slowly, lazily, and almost as if he was in a drunk state, due to his absent-minded tiredness. his driving was unneven and arrhythmic, erratically braking and accelerating. with jakes present, we surprisingly got pulled over. yeah... "fuck" was all we could think of.
the..... cop (okay now you know what it means) approached our vehicle, with a stern look on his face. we all sat there, cold and breathless, staring at our feet. dino lowered his window and said, "good evening officer". at that moment, i realized that the narcotics were blatantly visible on my lap, so i was quick to act and stashed the opiates under the seat. i thought for a second that i got away with it, but as stupid as i was, it created a sonic boom, audible to the police officer. he spoke to me, asking what it was that i hid. i was terrified and speechless, and said what came to mind at first. "nothing sir, just a friend."
the grimace on his face had disappeared, only for me to realize that a puzzling look had been brought upon his face. he asked all of us to step outside of the car, and so, we proceeded to follow his instruction. the moment when i placed one foot outside of the car, i felt a hard tug at my trailing foot. i turned around, with my fear increasing exponentially. i glanced at my foot. a hand had gripped onto it. i could not say anything. in ten seconds, the being had revealed itself. it was an odd looking figure -- short in stature and had a relatively large build. but then i had noticed, it was not any miscellaneous creature.
it was Jabe.
then we all got back in the car and went to popeyes.
BUZZKILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
after that we went to jabe's crib (whose dad was surprisingly welcoming despite us perceiving that he would be cheesed nigga) to watch some NBA skills challenge for like 3 hrs. quite fun.
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yeah, so the concert held at merciful redeemer was pretty cool. it was four professional broadway singers singing broadway professional songs that i did not know of. in spite of this, i really enjoyed the performance. it's amazing how talented some people can get. word is bond. gotta appreciate.
after the show, my parents were having a short chat with the organizer of the event. who kinda pissed me off because of her disgusting stereotypes of teenagers. fuck. i don't remember exactly what she said, but it went something along the lines of "oh i hope you enjoyed that, i hope you open up to the world and appreciate real talents, and not be so immersed in your iPods... my teen son listens to music that hurts my ears. he would never watch these kinds of concerts." wait, maybe that's not so much a stereotype. although i can safely say that i enjoy music that will destroy anyone's ears on every level imaginable... what the fuck. not every teen is like that. did you know i have a talent for music, and appreciate a hell lot of shit? lol... okay whatever, i don't wanna go too in-depth about this.
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well i've got some sleep to catch up on. church tomorrow, followed by BR (:D), and then we pay a visit to a dog breeder. this is the dog we will be looking at (... buying... hopefully...).
happy valentine's day! and not just to Stephanie, but to all of you. i love y'all dearly.
(8) just the way you are...
the majority of the day was spent with males... well... brotherly love, right? >_>. stepped out of the house at like 4:00 today to head over to mike's, then mike, josh, josh, chey and i stayed Tim's for a bit, until chey went to work. we bothered her and such.... um, yeah. travelled back to mike's, then josh t's popeye's craving reappeared. and thus... we felt the urge to satisfy his needs. as well as ours. lol. so we called up jabe and asked if he wanted to come, but he said that he couldn't. i called dino up so he could give us a ride there, but i unfortunately woke him up out of his slumber.
so the ride to popeyes was... well... risky. there were jakes all over the place, and if you don't know what that means, please listen to the four-minute dictionary piece entitled "Ebonics" by Big L. dino was driving really slowly, lazily, and almost as if he was in a drunk state, due to his absent-minded tiredness. his driving was unneven and arrhythmic, erratically braking and accelerating. with jakes present, we surprisingly got pulled over. yeah... "fuck" was all we could think of.
the..... cop (okay now you know what it means) approached our vehicle, with a stern look on his face. we all sat there, cold and breathless, staring at our feet. dino lowered his window and said, "good evening officer". at that moment, i realized that the narcotics were blatantly visible on my lap, so i was quick to act and stashed the opiates under the seat. i thought for a second that i got away with it, but as stupid as i was, it created a sonic boom, audible to the police officer. he spoke to me, asking what it was that i hid. i was terrified and speechless, and said what came to mind at first. "nothing sir, just a friend."
the grimace on his face had disappeared, only for me to realize that a puzzling look had been brought upon his face. he asked all of us to step outside of the car, and so, we proceeded to follow his instruction. the moment when i placed one foot outside of the car, i felt a hard tug at my trailing foot. i turned around, with my fear increasing exponentially. i glanced at my foot. a hand had gripped onto it. i could not say anything. in ten seconds, the being had revealed itself. it was an odd looking figure -- short in stature and had a relatively large build. but then i had noticed, it was not any miscellaneous creature.
it was Jabe.
then we all got back in the car and went to popeyes.
BUZZKILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
after that we went to jabe's crib (whose dad was surprisingly welcoming despite us perceiving that he would be cheesed nigga) to watch some NBA skills challenge for like 3 hrs. quite fun.
________________________________________________________
yeah, so the concert held at merciful redeemer was pretty cool. it was four professional broadway singers singing broadway professional songs that i did not know of. in spite of this, i really enjoyed the performance. it's amazing how talented some people can get. word is bond. gotta appreciate.
after the show, my parents were having a short chat with the organizer of the event. who kinda pissed me off because of her disgusting stereotypes of teenagers. fuck. i don't remember exactly what she said, but it went something along the lines of "oh i hope you enjoyed that, i hope you open up to the world and appreciate real talents, and not be so immersed in your iPods... my teen son listens to music that hurts my ears. he would never watch these kinds of concerts." wait, maybe that's not so much a stereotype. although i can safely say that i enjoy music that will destroy anyone's ears on every level imaginable... what the fuck. not every teen is like that. did you know i have a talent for music, and appreciate a hell lot of shit? lol... okay whatever, i don't wanna go too in-depth about this.
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well i've got some sleep to catch up on. church tomorrow, followed by BR (:D), and then we pay a visit to a dog breeder. this is the dog we will be looking at (... buying... hopefully...).
happy valentine's day! and not just to Stephanie, but to all of you. i love y'all dearly.
(8) just the way you are...
Monday, February 9, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
4 a.m.
walked around my good intentions
and found out there were none
i blame my father for the wasted years
we hardly talked
never thought i would forget this hate
and a phone call made me realize i'm wrong
and if i don't make it, know that
i loved you all along
just like sunny days that
we ignored because
we're all dumb and jaded
and i hope to God i figure out what's wrong
walked around my room not thinking
sinking in this box
blame myself for being too much like
somebody else
i never thought i would just bend this way
then a phone call made me realize i'm wrong
and if i don't make it, know that
i loved you all along
just like sunny days that
we ignored because
we're all dumb and jaded
and i hope to God i figure out what's wrong
and if i don't make it, know that
i loved you all along
just like sunny days that
we ignored because
we're all dumb and jaded
and i hope to God i figure out what's wrong
and found out there were none
i blame my father for the wasted years
we hardly talked
never thought i would forget this hate
and a phone call made me realize i'm wrong
and if i don't make it, know that
i loved you all along
just like sunny days that
we ignored because
we're all dumb and jaded
and i hope to God i figure out what's wrong
walked around my room not thinking
sinking in this box
blame myself for being too much like
somebody else
i never thought i would just bend this way
then a phone call made me realize i'm wrong
and if i don't make it, know that
i loved you all along
just like sunny days that
we ignored because
we're all dumb and jaded
and i hope to God i figure out what's wrong
and if i don't make it, know that
i loved you all along
just like sunny days that
we ignored because
we're all dumb and jaded
and i hope to God i figure out what's wrong
- Our Lady Peace, "4 A.M."
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
the sun's gone dim and the sky's turned black
alright so what's gonna happen is, for the next few hours, i'm gonna leave this Create Post page open. and i'm gonna type out whatever comes to mind. why? i'm going to exercise my writing skills. gotta get that english mark up. so i'm gonna be blogging more frequently. or at least i'll try. gotta get comfortable with writing a lot.
so as you may know, i have decided not to switch my english and religion to second and third periods, respectively. Ms. Bilan is frickin' awesome, my religion class is small (small classes ftw), and i'm going to put up with mr. marentette's bullshit. gonna make the best out of the class (ie. make fun of him 24/7 lol). "what are the jonas brothers?" rofl
hm, it fucking sucks when you get home and then you find out that you were wrong. ruined my day, but whatever. i feel like shit right now. like, fuck, how far can you take stupidity? pretty disappointing. i'm not feeling extremely down though. when such happens, i even begin to think grisly and macabre thoughts. sometimes even suicidal, but i don't actually inflict self-harm. only thoughts.
piano recital was fucking shit on my behalf, mainly because that song i played is fucking gay. watching some amazing performers makes me realize that i need to sit my ass down at the piano and PLAY. fuck. i know it sounds kinda cocky, and i hate to say it, but being an even more amazing pianist is really within my grasp. i just have to commit to it. damn. i was at my lesson following the recital, and my teacher was showing me the most inspiring creativity that i could ever fathom. i immediately thought "fuck yeah, teach me that shit. that's what i want to get into." and behold, my future goal in extracurricular music.
speaking of commitment, i jumped back into p90x. not gonna elaborate much, it's just that i'm pretty happy i'm doing it. again.
wow fuck i really need to get better at piano.
so yeah school isn't so much of a drag anymore. i'm liking this semester a lot (...more than the previous?). physics is gonna be sorta tough, but it's really interesting. world religions is so much more fucking better than that one-sided catholic education shit. that sounds bad, yeah, but i guess that shows how much i really didn't enjoy grade 9 and 10 religion. it's day 4 and world religions has already opened my mind up to every other religion. speaking of which, i've even been pondering the questions regarding my own faith. it's terrible to even think of or mention, but i feel that my faith is slowly declining. ._.
in english class, i included in my I Am poem that "The human race is faulty." pessimist, really? hey, i have my reasons. let me begin by stating the disastrous and most gruesome, war. maybe not war specifically, but generally conflict. it's really stupid, since creating conflict can only lead to more and more of it. i guess we, the human race, have learned and adapted to a miraculous concept entitled "resolution", but really, is the trouble worth going through? sounds cliche, but, "why couldn't we all just get along?" ... lol gay. but i always think about this when war breaks out in other parts of the world. like shit, hundreds of thousands of millions of people have died in wars. useless, yeah?
i'm getting sick of mainstream music (save for some artists). thank goodness for the underground.
i'm just really not into it today. i will be alive, well, and running tomorrow. catch ya later.
so as you may know, i have decided not to switch my english and religion to second and third periods, respectively. Ms. Bilan is frickin' awesome, my religion class is small (small classes ftw), and i'm going to put up with mr. marentette's bullshit. gonna make the best out of the class (ie. make fun of him 24/7 lol). "what are the jonas brothers?" rofl
hm, it fucking sucks when you get home and then you find out that you were wrong. ruined my day, but whatever. i feel like shit right now. like, fuck, how far can you take stupidity? pretty disappointing. i'm not feeling extremely down though. when such happens, i even begin to think grisly and macabre thoughts. sometimes even suicidal, but i don't actually inflict self-harm. only thoughts.
piano recital was fucking shit on my behalf, mainly because that song i played is fucking gay. watching some amazing performers makes me realize that i need to sit my ass down at the piano and PLAY. fuck. i know it sounds kinda cocky, and i hate to say it, but being an even more amazing pianist is really within my grasp. i just have to commit to it. damn. i was at my lesson following the recital, and my teacher was showing me the most inspiring creativity that i could ever fathom. i immediately thought "fuck yeah, teach me that shit. that's what i want to get into." and behold, my future goal in extracurricular music.
speaking of commitment, i jumped back into p90x. not gonna elaborate much, it's just that i'm pretty happy i'm doing it. again.
wow fuck i really need to get better at piano.
so yeah school isn't so much of a drag anymore. i'm liking this semester a lot (...more than the previous?). physics is gonna be sorta tough, but it's really interesting. world religions is so much more fucking better than that one-sided catholic education shit. that sounds bad, yeah, but i guess that shows how much i really didn't enjoy grade 9 and 10 religion. it's day 4 and world religions has already opened my mind up to every other religion. speaking of which, i've even been pondering the questions regarding my own faith. it's terrible to even think of or mention, but i feel that my faith is slowly declining. ._.
in english class, i included in my I Am poem that "The human race is faulty." pessimist, really? hey, i have my reasons. let me begin by stating the disastrous and most gruesome, war. maybe not war specifically, but generally conflict. it's really stupid, since creating conflict can only lead to more and more of it. i guess we, the human race, have learned and adapted to a miraculous concept entitled "resolution", but really, is the trouble worth going through? sounds cliche, but, "why couldn't we all just get along?" ... lol gay. but i always think about this when war breaks out in other parts of the world. like shit, hundreds of thousands of millions of people have died in wars. useless, yeah?
i'm getting sick of mainstream music (save for some artists). thank goodness for the underground.
i'm just really not into it today. i will be alive, well, and running tomorrow. catch ya later.
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