(Monday, March 31, 2008/10:35 PM)
reluctance
and so here i am at where it all ended.
time to continue from where i left off.
this is unexpected sometimes.
but i can feel it.
not just in our generation.
this is why i remain silent.
i guess people still don't really care.
but.
i suppose i can't brood over it anyway.
it'll just make me the same.
after all apathy isn't any better than defiance.
so now it's time for us to depart.
to our own separate ways.
and so here i am at where it all ended.
time to continue from where i left off.
this is unexpected sometimes.
but i can feel it.
not just in our generation.
this is why i remain silent.
i guess people still don't really care.
but.
i suppose i can't brood over it anyway.
it'll just make me the same.
after all apathy isn't any better than defiance.
so now it's time for us to depart.
to our own separate ways.
(Sunday, March 30, 2008/9:49 AM)
slowly
everything's coming to an end once again.
it never appealed to me.
that this would even begin.
i'm starting to run out of time to do things.
or maybe that's because i can't bring myself to do them.
too many important tasks to complete.
i better start on them now.
abandonment.
relinquishment.
everything that's been given up on.
i pass by them on this dusty road.
replacement is a necessary.
everything will get better in the end.
and everything will fall harder in the end.
i can't help but watch and wait anyway.
well anyway it was a good show.
lots of nonsense.
but fine all the same.
i guess this is why i paid for my ticket anyway.
hooray for sharing and careless people.
but i still will reminisce the days.
when we all had our fun.
some day i will turn back and say to myself.
it was the right choice.
after all shouldn't one live without regrets?
okay now i must rush to chapter 5.
and away i go.
because i know this road is the only road i'll go.
everything's coming to an end once again.
it never appealed to me.
that this would even begin.
i'm starting to run out of time to do things.
or maybe that's because i can't bring myself to do them.
too many important tasks to complete.
i better start on them now.
abandonment.
relinquishment.
everything that's been given up on.
i pass by them on this dusty road.
replacement is a necessary.
everything will get better in the end.
and everything will fall harder in the end.
i can't help but watch and wait anyway.
well anyway it was a good show.
lots of nonsense.
but fine all the same.
i guess this is why i paid for my ticket anyway.
hooray for sharing and careless people.
but i still will reminisce the days.
when we all had our fun.
some day i will turn back and say to myself.
it was the right choice.
after all shouldn't one live without regrets?
okay now i must rush to chapter 5.
and away i go.
because i know this road is the only road i'll go.
(Friday, March 28, 2008/9:39 PM)
expected
new file host.
i guess.
Title - Kimi to Yozora to Sakamichi to
With You, With the Night Sky, With the Hillside Path
Vocals - Ito Kanako
Lyrics - Shikura Chiyomaru
Composition - Shikura Chiyomaru
Arrangement - Isoe Toshimichi
Album - Kimi to Yozora to Sakamichi to
Duration - 0:04:13
English Lyrics
We are, that’s right, we are
Taking a detour, simply gazing at the night sky
okay so i have no jap version.
not like anyone bothers reading.
it's just to fancify.
after all.
this was pretty long ago.
oh well.
i guess everything's going well so far.
sudden unexpected situations put me in all sorts of situations.
this is what i have.
and this is what i'll make use of.
and today's night sky and the next.
i won't stare at it like i used to.
i guess in that way i've changed.
but in that same way i'll remember.
that cold snowy night in the inn of light.
new file host.
i guess.
Title - Kimi to Yozora to Sakamichi toWith You, With the Night Sky, With the Hillside Path
Vocals - Ito Kanako
Lyrics - Shikura Chiyomaru
Composition - Shikura Chiyomaru
Arrangement - Isoe Toshimichi
Album - Kimi to Yozora to Sakamichi to
Duration - 0:04:13
English Lyrics
We are, that’s right, we are
Taking a detour, simply gazing at the night sky
At the place when you go down the long hillside path
There’s a scenery called ‘memories’
It’s like a strange folklore
And a filled-out fiction
It’s our unexpected scenario
Without stopping, time simply engraved memories
Hey, sadness is, that’s right, sadness is
Not in the same direction
Like myself, that’s right, like yourself
We simply gaze at the night sky
The dazzling prime, Ah– That sprouts vividly
Smiled back at me just now, in a different color from that day…
Certainly the two shadows there
Are the map of the future that spoke of dreams
It seems like a fairytale
And what even Grimm doesn’t see in his dreams
The distance of the blank space of not telling all
Lamented the too early yet too late era
Hey, suffering is, that’s right, suffering is
Flying over this sky
I myself, that’s right, you yourself
Felt that “something”
The sign of my heart, Ah– That reflects in my actions
Showed my expressions just now, in a different color from that day…
Hey, sadness is, that’s right, sadness is
Not in the same direction
Like myself, that’s right, like yourself
We simply gaze at the night sky
The dazzling prime, Ah– That sprouts vividly
Smiled back at me just now, in a different color from that day…
Romaji Lyrics
Boku-tachi wa sou, boku-tachi wa
Toomawari o suru no sa tada yozora o mitsumete
Nagai sakamichi o kudatta basho ni wa
Omoide to yoberu keshiki ga ari
Sore wa fushigi na mukashibanashi de
Kakikomareta fikushon no you ni
Omoigakenai futari no shinario
Toki wa tada todomarazu kioku o kizanda
Nee, kanashimi wa sou, kanashimi wa
Onaji muki ja nakute
Boku rashiku sou, kimi rashiku
Tada yozora o mitsumeru
Azayaka ni moyu Ah– Mabayui puraimu ga
Ima, hohoemikaeshita ano hi to chigau iro de…
Soko ni wa tashika ni futatsu no kage ga
Yume o katatteta mirai no chizu
Sore wa otogi no kuni no hanashi de
Gurimu sae mo yume ni minu you na
Kataritsukusenu kuuhaku no kyori ga
Hayasugite ososugite jidai o nageita
Nee, setsunasa ga sou, setsunasa ga
Kono sora o tobikoe
Boku jishin sou, kimi jishin
Sono “nanika” o kanjita
Shigusa ni utsusu Ah– Kokoro no sain ga
Ima, hyoujou o miseta ano hi to chigau iro de…
Nee, kanashimi wa sou, kanashimi wa
Onaji muki ja nakute
Boku rashiku sou, kimi rashiku
Tada yozora o mitsumeru
Azayaka ni moyu Ah– Mabayui puraimu ga
Ima, hohoemikaeshita ano hi to chigau iro de…
okay so i have no jap version.
not like anyone bothers reading.
it's just to fancify.
after all.
this was pretty long ago.
oh well.
i guess everything's going well so far.
sudden unexpected situations put me in all sorts of situations.
this is what i have.
and this is what i'll make use of.
and today's night sky and the next.
i won't stare at it like i used to.
i guess in that way i've changed.
but in that same way i'll remember.
that cold snowy night in the inn of light.
(Thursday, March 27, 2008/11:13 PM)
flame
i was thinking of uploading a song.
oh well.
now i can see why irc is somewhat attractive.
but that's of the past now.
at present it's just for the more special people to hang out.
i guess.
now that bus stop will bring back some fun memories.
the openness of certain people really leaves me with nothing to say.
but in all it still has its amusing parts.
although getting stared down in the bus isn't really that amusing.
i sigh, i guess.
and what did i gain from it?
nothing really.
perhaps a bit more insight.
a bit more knowledge.
a bit more understanding.
is this really alright to be called a profit?
and i realise i sigh more these days.
and i look back and think of all the people i met on this road.
if only i could go back to that former state.
my output would be somewhat better then.
i realise that there's something different with me now.
i was thinking of uploading a song.
oh well.
now i can see why irc is somewhat attractive.
but that's of the past now.
at present it's just for the more special people to hang out.
i guess.
now that bus stop will bring back some fun memories.
the openness of certain people really leaves me with nothing to say.
but in all it still has its amusing parts.
although getting stared down in the bus isn't really that amusing.
i sigh, i guess.
and what did i gain from it?
nothing really.
perhaps a bit more insight.
a bit more knowledge.
a bit more understanding.
is this really alright to be called a profit?
and i realise i sigh more these days.
and i look back and think of all the people i met on this road.
if only i could go back to that former state.
my output would be somewhat better then.
i realise that there's something different with me now.
(Wednesday, March 26, 2008/10:32 PM)
rebirth
i guess this is what the first bud of spring is about anyway.
it's going to start soon.
and my hard drive is lacking in space.
oh well.
meanwhile i need to check up on words and stuff.
what a tough life.
if only i could just skip past all this.
but its either let go or persevere.
and no way i'm letting go.
that's about all i have.
maybe this one's just for filler.
and maybe i'll get to see the flowers sway with the cool morning breeze.
i guess this is what the first bud of spring is about anyway.
it's going to start soon.
and my hard drive is lacking in space.
oh well.
meanwhile i need to check up on words and stuff.
what a tough life.
if only i could just skip past all this.
but its either let go or persevere.
and no way i'm letting go.
that's about all i have.
maybe this one's just for filler.
and maybe i'll get to see the flowers sway with the cool morning breeze.
(Monday, March 24, 2008/10:08 PM)
pitstop
more cuts in the road.
another lovely ending.
i kind of saw it coming.
but you can't see exactly what's going to happen.
people predict results not procedures.
i can't remember what else i wanted to say.
oh well, going at 5 pages a day.
hopefully i can finish it up fast.
oh well.
i've almost learnt the piece.
hopefully we can begin work on that soon.
and that's all i have i guess.
i've been too busy as of late.
too bad i suppose.
after all without a created purpose no one would have a destination they head to.
more cuts in the road.
another lovely ending.
i kind of saw it coming.
but you can't see exactly what's going to happen.
people predict results not procedures.
i can't remember what else i wanted to say.
oh well, going at 5 pages a day.
hopefully i can finish it up fast.
oh well.
i've almost learnt the piece.
hopefully we can begin work on that soon.
and that's all i have i guess.
i've been too busy as of late.
too bad i suppose.
after all without a created purpose no one would have a destination they head to.
(Sunday, March 23, 2008/8:46 PM)
subliminal
*EDIT*
oh yes hachikuro ferris wheel.
you'll get your present for real this year.
it all ended so nicely.
if only life would go like that.
yeah. i kind of mean it.
it was a nice ending.
it was a good ending.
and well, i'm a deep thinker.
then again anyone would know how the last part goes.
...
*writes in answer for question 2*
now. where was i.
suspense.
shock.
horror. and.
love. maybe.
those are the important parts.
and that's not just all.
laughs.
conflict.
build-up. and.
the calm at the end.
so what really matters is not a part of it.
it's the whole thing.
i wish those big-shots on the highway would for once look at the world as a whole.
then maybe we could all end nicely.
well so.
after that i had to go for piano.
i need to regain the style i played with last year. i think.
and then it ended.
...
*writes in answers for questions 3 and 4*
and then i was at the bus stop where i once saw perspective.
but a new glass pane had been built into the pillars.
so that is just a memory now.
and that's why i write this blog. it's too keep it.
i look at an ad at the stop and look closely.
i look at the green.
i look at the obvious blatant mistake it portrays.
i look at the tie.
and inside i sort of feel like i've gained something important.
well even if accidental, it sure did a good job laughing at a certain something.
oh well. i write this blog because only i can decipher the profoundness.
so if you can't read it. oh well i guess.
i go back home.
and another lovely end.
the clouds so calm, just like that.
the footprints in the sand.
the initial wrong interpretations.
and the realisations thereafter.
i guess this is all for the greater good.
but still, i can only say it ended wonderfully.
h2o rocked my soul. ahahaha.
i look forward to more ends.
i hope they are as nice
but they don't mean the road stops here.
so i bid goodbye to them.
the scars that were left behind won't go away.
now we must depart.
to our own separate ways.
*EDIT*
oh yes hachikuro ferris wheel.
you'll get your present for real this year.
it all ended so nicely.
if only life would go like that.
yeah. i kind of mean it.
it was a nice ending.
it was a good ending.
and well, i'm a deep thinker.
then again anyone would know how the last part goes.
...
*writes in answer for question 2*
now. where was i.
suspense.
shock.
horror. and.
love. maybe.
those are the important parts.
and that's not just all.
laughs.
conflict.
build-up. and.
the calm at the end.
so what really matters is not a part of it.
it's the whole thing.
i wish those big-shots on the highway would for once look at the world as a whole.
then maybe we could all end nicely.
well so.
after that i had to go for piano.
i need to regain the style i played with last year. i think.
and then it ended.
...
*writes in answers for questions 3 and 4*
and then i was at the bus stop where i once saw perspective.
but a new glass pane had been built into the pillars.
so that is just a memory now.
and that's why i write this blog. it's too keep it.
i look at an ad at the stop and look closely.
i look at the green.
i look at the obvious blatant mistake it portrays.
i look at the tie.
and inside i sort of feel like i've gained something important.
well even if accidental, it sure did a good job laughing at a certain something.
oh well. i write this blog because only i can decipher the profoundness.
so if you can't read it. oh well i guess.
i go back home.
and another lovely end.
the clouds so calm, just like that.
the footprints in the sand.
the initial wrong interpretations.
and the realisations thereafter.
i guess this is all for the greater good.
but still, i can only say it ended wonderfully.
h2o rocked my soul. ahahaha.
i look forward to more ends.
i hope they are as nice
but they don't mean the road stops here.
so i bid goodbye to them.
the scars that were left behind won't go away.
now we must depart.
to our own separate ways.
(Saturday, March 22, 2008/1:31 PM)
progress
oh well.
suddenly i realise it's become sort of a habit.
thanks alot.
ahaha.
more shocking revelations,
less thickening plot,
and more significant plot events.
is this what i really want to come to?
rehearsal was. how do i say this.
we went for a break and when we came back we wasted 45 mins listening to stuff.
then we were dismissed.
what a comeback.
and while everyone studies.
i'm still doing what only i want to do.
i guess that's a bit selfish.
but then again, it's a thousand times better than doing something i don't like.
which will come to me soon enough.
i also forgot that mid-year's test basically the entire syllabus.
doom to me, possibly.
but oh well,
i shall set that all aside.
and get back to what i do.
because i'm on my own slow road.
and no one can compel me to go any faster.
oh well.
suddenly i realise it's become sort of a habit.
thanks alot.
ahaha.
more shocking revelations,
less thickening plot,
and more significant plot events.
is this what i really want to come to?
rehearsal was. how do i say this.
we went for a break and when we came back we wasted 45 mins listening to stuff.
then we were dismissed.
what a comeback.
and while everyone studies.
i'm still doing what only i want to do.
i guess that's a bit selfish.
but then again, it's a thousand times better than doing something i don't like.
which will come to me soon enough.
i also forgot that mid-year's test basically the entire syllabus.
doom to me, possibly.
but oh well,
i shall set that all aside.
and get back to what i do.
because i'm on my own slow road.
and no one can compel me to go any faster.
(Friday, March 21, 2008/4:02 PM)
hope
i'm starting to do a few translations here and there.
oh well.
everything is going rather okay.
the rain has stopped.
speed as per normal.
it's good i do some work while i'm still wide awake.
other than that, well.
webcomic quotes seem to be the hype.
plus trying to go out while i still can.
we know the chance will be over soon before long.
oh well.
i guess i have nothing much else to say.
back to work i guess.
and i shall wonder about all the people i have met so far along this long, winding road.
i'm starting to do a few translations here and there.
oh well.
everything is going rather okay.
the rain has stopped.
speed as per normal.
it's good i do some work while i'm still wide awake.
other than that, well.
webcomic quotes seem to be the hype.
plus trying to go out while i still can.
we know the chance will be over soon before long.
oh well.
i guess i have nothing much else to say.
back to work i guess.
and i shall wonder about all the people i have met so far along this long, winding road.
(Wednesday, March 19, 2008/10:56 PM)
nearly
almost.
forgot.
to write.
oh well.
i suppose i'll give a shot at translating the book i'm reading into english.
if they let me.
hopefully they do.
then hopefully i get a chance at chinese.
for o lvl.
which, still kind of sucks.
oh well.
i guess this is the end of the express post.
i've been having weird dreams lately.
maybe they're trying to tell me something.
somehow.
someway.
i'll make it today.
and they'll give me that opportunity i clawed out of the ground with my now blistered hands.
almost.
forgot.
to write.
oh well.
i suppose i'll give a shot at translating the book i'm reading into english.
if they let me.
hopefully they do.
then hopefully i get a chance at chinese.
for o lvl.
which, still kind of sucks.
oh well.
i guess this is the end of the express post.
i've been having weird dreams lately.
maybe they're trying to tell me something.
somehow.
someway.
i'll make it today.
and they'll give me that opportunity i clawed out of the ground with my now blistered hands.
(Tuesday, March 18, 2008/8:29 PM)
feeling
so.
before i sort of sit down and get to abit of work.
while whistling my bamboo beat.
well i can't whistle.
what can i say.
i figured that when we all laugh together.
it's pretty much good times.
that's kind of good i guess
then again.
the song being sung is hard times.
well it's not really raining now.
so who are we to complain.
just bear the sweat.
everything will come to that.
good times make you hearty.
and a good heart means a good life.
okay so i am being a trifle random.
we shall end right here then.
on and on the wheel will rumble.
the revolutions catch the revelations.
all that's left to do is to go around all over again.
so.
before i sort of sit down and get to abit of work.
while whistling my bamboo beat.
well i can't whistle.
what can i say.
i figured that when we all laugh together.
it's pretty much good times.
that's kind of good i guess
then again.
the song being sung is hard times.
well it's not really raining now.
so who are we to complain.
just bear the sweat.
everything will come to that.
good times make you hearty.
and a good heart means a good life.
okay so i am being a trifle random.
we shall end right here then.
on and on the wheel will rumble.
the revolutions catch the revelations.
all that's left to do is to go around all over again.
(Monday, March 17, 2008/9:16 PM)
deep
can you feel the void that engulfs you from deep within?
there is something behind.
wait.
don't turn around.
there is something behind.
and you better hurry.
because once it catches up.
you can't get away.
somehow i have seen many things come to a stop before.
they don't look like they will ever stop but.
in the end they do.
beneath the top layer there is so much going within.
i wonder how much more we all can take.
this world is in a plague.
of many things deemed as bad.
but we are all selfish anyway.
after all if we give the next generation more they will be as selfish and use even more anyway.
maybe it is better off if we weren't here.
but we still are.
and somehow,
as with all the other plagues.
we will find a way.
maybe not 'we'.
i'm wandering along a road on my own.
because i know that i can take it easy.
there's nothing behind and nothing in front.
nothing but a vast expanse of beautiful world.
everybody else is too concentrated in front.
well, i guess i'm deemed that stupid not to anyway.
and along i continue the road that i slowly move forward on.
can you feel the void that engulfs you from deep within?
there is something behind.
wait.
don't turn around.
there is something behind.
and you better hurry.
because once it catches up.
you can't get away.
somehow i have seen many things come to a stop before.
they don't look like they will ever stop but.
in the end they do.
beneath the top layer there is so much going within.
i wonder how much more we all can take.
this world is in a plague.
of many things deemed as bad.
but we are all selfish anyway.
after all if we give the next generation more they will be as selfish and use even more anyway.
maybe it is better off if we weren't here.
but we still are.
and somehow,
as with all the other plagues.
we will find a way.
maybe not 'we'.
i'm wandering along a road on my own.
because i know that i can take it easy.
there's nothing behind and nothing in front.
nothing but a vast expanse of beautiful world.
everybody else is too concentrated in front.
well, i guess i'm deemed that stupid not to anyway.
and along i continue the road that i slowly move forward on.
(Sunday, March 16, 2008/8:19 PM)
sweet
short post before i get back to work.
life is sort of fragile.
and i guess some things are fated.
maybe i'll think more about this tomorrow.
or another day.
but who knows.
oh well.
back to more multiplied volumes and divided capacity.
*EDIT*
oh i forgot my usual comeback line.
...
what would you give to know about this wonderful world that is the illusion of our work?
short post before i get back to work.
life is sort of fragile.
and i guess some things are fated.
maybe i'll think more about this tomorrow.
or another day.
but who knows.
oh well.
back to more multiplied volumes and divided capacity.
*EDIT*
oh i forgot my usual comeback line.
...
what would you give to know about this wonderful world that is the illusion of our work?
(Saturday, March 15, 2008/4:09 PM)
seldom
it's an afternoon post.
hooray.
i'm halfway done with maths i guess.
maybe i'll finish up those without the answer scheme.
plus abit of chinese.
that would cut it.
looks like there wasn't that much homework to begin with.
oh well, i still have to catch up with some stuff.
might as well start work.
i've been thinking that.
life is partially a game of tactics.
if you don't use your head.
you'll end up stuck.
and you won't know how to get out anyway.
oh well.
the world is in despair.
winter and the cold hibernation is coming to a close.
let the spring winds come in.
and we start up all over again in full force.
for this is my true remembrance.
it's an afternoon post.
hooray.
i'm halfway done with maths i guess.
maybe i'll finish up those without the answer scheme.
plus abit of chinese.
that would cut it.
looks like there wasn't that much homework to begin with.
oh well, i still have to catch up with some stuff.
might as well start work.
i've been thinking that.
life is partially a game of tactics.
if you don't use your head.
you'll end up stuck.
and you won't know how to get out anyway.
oh well.
the world is in despair.
winter and the cold hibernation is coming to a close.
let the spring winds come in.
and we start up all over again in full force.
for this is my true remembrance.
(Friday, March 14, 2008/6:46 PM)
swiftly
and life goes by oh so slowly.
i am running out of hard disk space.
and that's most of chinese done.
i'll have to cruise through that.
and one amaths paper by tonight.
seems possible.
oh well, i'll do it.
distractions are sometimes best.
because you don't know when you'll get a chance to be distracted again.
instrumentals are kind of nice.
but oh well.
it's taking up space.
i need to get more. and soon.
i guess there will be one day when i find all this stuff.
in a pile somewhere.
then i'll open it up.
and reminisce about all the silly things i used to watch.
i guess without them i wouldn't be the me i am now.
alright, after a short break.
it'll be back to work.
if only i had the answer to life.
then everyone would have it as well.
and then it would just be another mystery.
somehow,
someway.
i'll get there someday.
and along the way,
i'll meet someone who will go with me.
because the road's always best traveled together.
and life goes by oh so slowly.
i am running out of hard disk space.
and that's most of chinese done.
i'll have to cruise through that.
and one amaths paper by tonight.
seems possible.
oh well, i'll do it.
distractions are sometimes best.
because you don't know when you'll get a chance to be distracted again.
instrumentals are kind of nice.
but oh well.
it's taking up space.
i need to get more. and soon.
i guess there will be one day when i find all this stuff.
in a pile somewhere.
then i'll open it up.
and reminisce about all the silly things i used to watch.
i guess without them i wouldn't be the me i am now.
alright, after a short break.
it'll be back to work.
if only i had the answer to life.
then everyone would have it as well.
and then it would just be another mystery.
somehow,
someway.
i'll get there someday.
and along the way,
i'll meet someone who will go with me.
because the road's always best traveled together.
(Thursday, March 13, 2008/8:13 PM)
wrapping
i guess that wraps it up.
i'm glad you found it.
adorable.
hopefully it'll find a place that's better.
of rainy days and jeans too long for me.
the cab driver was a.
how do you say this.
nice guy maybe.
i guess this is why cab fares cost more.
today's episode downloaded fastest.
i guess it's trying to tell me something.
Lawrence is being called a softy.
well i guess i'm something like him.
yet so reckless like that,
self before others.
but now i guess there is no other, or others.
it's still me.
just me.
spare whatever is fueling the movement.
the cart will soon be rid of goods.
and new ones put unto it.
hopefully some day it will receive some wheat.
so i can be taken by surprise.
at what lies in front of me.
it's a wonderful journey ahead.
i guess that wraps it up.
i'm glad you found it.
adorable.
hopefully it'll find a place that's better.
of rainy days and jeans too long for me.
the cab driver was a.
how do you say this.
nice guy maybe.
i guess this is why cab fares cost more.
today's episode downloaded fastest.
i guess it's trying to tell me something.
Lawrence is being called a softy.
well i guess i'm something like him.
yet so reckless like that,
self before others.
but now i guess there is no other, or others.
it's still me.
just me.
spare whatever is fueling the movement.
the cart will soon be rid of goods.
and new ones put unto it.
hopefully some day it will receive some wheat.
so i can be taken by surprise.
at what lies in front of me.
it's a wonderful journey ahead.
(Wednesday, March 12, 2008/11:39 PM)
ache
oh well.
just before i go to sleep i guess.
maybe we will see.
that the road will stretch on for ages and ages.
it will take more than an hour.
more than a day, a week, a month, a year, a decade.
or will it.
if only we could tell exactly where it stops.
but more we would wish to be able to stop.
maybe even go in reverse.
but that would imbalance and cause an accident with people going in the normal direction.
no?
so the only other way to go is slow.
and somehow i'm beginning to get a bit restless.
they say patience will pay off.
i hope they said it right.
and on i go.
the wheels rattle.
down this old, slow road.
oh well.
just before i go to sleep i guess.
maybe we will see.
that the road will stretch on for ages and ages.
it will take more than an hour.
more than a day, a week, a month, a year, a decade.
or will it.
if only we could tell exactly where it stops.
but more we would wish to be able to stop.
maybe even go in reverse.
but that would imbalance and cause an accident with people going in the normal direction.
no?
so the only other way to go is slow.
and somehow i'm beginning to get a bit restless.
they say patience will pay off.
i hope they said it right.
and on i go.
the wheels rattle.
down this old, slow road.
(/12:05 PM)
ambiguity
and the result.
i don't really know.
but thanks to you i guess.
somehow i'll make it through.
an old "Youth Park" sign.
passing by an angered man.
who can't flag down his first taxi.
he deserves it somehow.
serves you right for lagging.
and the result.
i don't really know.
but thanks to you i guess.
somehow i'll make it through.
an old "Youth Park" sign.
passing by an angered man.
who can't flag down his first taxi.
he deserves it somehow.
serves you right for lagging.
(Tuesday, March 11, 2008/8:06 PM)
champion
this is my true remembrance.
they're all fooling around.
i guess along this long road.
i must wave sometimes.
to the people who pass by me.
then we go back to the long long ride.
just a bit more.
push and i'll get there.
no lack of skill or supplies.
just time.
but i'll get there.
i'll show the world.
i'll show you.
that maybe this is what it was really meant to be.
this is my true remembrance.
they're all fooling around.
i guess along this long road.
i must wave sometimes.
to the people who pass by me.
then we go back to the long long ride.
just a bit more.
push and i'll get there.
no lack of skill or supplies.
just time.
but i'll get there.
i'll show the world.
i'll show you.
that maybe this is what it was really meant to be.
(Monday, March 10, 2008/10:51 PM)
somewhat
and this is my perspective.
i also realise.
that i still must wait for the night to come.
before our story can begin.
just finished with a brief conversation.
apparently they are always this short.
maybe it's because of the short road.
and therefore i have exhausted my writing capability.
for now.
maybe i'll return tomorrow with another thousand.
but replacing the words 'breakfast', 'lunch', and 'dinner' with 'hunger strike'.
that will be mine.
that will be all.
still a little bit naive, still a little bit pampered.
i'll learn after i fall.
and this is my perspective.
i also realise.
that i still must wait for the night to come.
before our story can begin.
just finished with a brief conversation.
apparently they are always this short.
maybe it's because of the short road.
and therefore i have exhausted my writing capability.
for now.
maybe i'll return tomorrow with another thousand.
but replacing the words 'breakfast', 'lunch', and 'dinner' with 'hunger strike'.
that will be mine.
that will be all.
still a little bit naive, still a little bit pampered.
i'll learn after i fall.
(Sunday, March 09, 2008/9:00 PM)
morals
and expected writer doesn't write to standard.
it will come when the time is right.
but on the narrow long road there is not a fight.
no speed rivals overtaking each other.
just a single person enjoying his side of life.
staring in your face.
around all of her grace.
is a light.
that illuminated the unlighted road.
what is the point of building a short road, i ask.
short roads don't serve as much purpose.
i guess that is what we really are.
but a short road isn't all that bad.
after all, the turnings into my road are short ones.
and if they weren't short, people would take a longer time to come.
but what is a longer time to me anyway.
i don't care for speed.
but i guess it means something to them,
so good for you.
but a sole person sometimes gets lonely.
sometimes he wishes his horse would talk.
but people on the big roads don't believe in that gibberish.
and people on big roads have somewhat an influence.
you make it seem as if i'm pulling you over.
i wouldn't say that.
perhaps maybe shout my congratulations across the short road.
because it is short the words will most probably get across.
and you'll be on your way again, and i'll be on mine.
and so that about sums up my day.
of course, i say my day.
because it is my day.
and one will never understand the others day completely.
the wooden wheel begins to spin again.
along with the pinwheel with its fragility.
the colours of the blades juxtapose into one.
becoming the bond that connects us.
and expected writer doesn't write to standard.
it will come when the time is right.
but on the narrow long road there is not a fight.
no speed rivals overtaking each other.
just a single person enjoying his side of life.
staring in your face.
around all of her grace.
is a light.
that illuminated the unlighted road.
what is the point of building a short road, i ask.
short roads don't serve as much purpose.
i guess that is what we really are.
but a short road isn't all that bad.
after all, the turnings into my road are short ones.
and if they weren't short, people would take a longer time to come.
but what is a longer time to me anyway.
i don't care for speed.
but i guess it means something to them,
so good for you.
but a sole person sometimes gets lonely.
sometimes he wishes his horse would talk.
but people on the big roads don't believe in that gibberish.
and people on big roads have somewhat an influence.
you make it seem as if i'm pulling you over.
i wouldn't say that.
perhaps maybe shout my congratulations across the short road.
because it is short the words will most probably get across.
and you'll be on your way again, and i'll be on mine.
and so that about sums up my day.
of course, i say my day.
because it is my day.
and one will never understand the others day completely.
the wooden wheel begins to spin again.
along with the pinwheel with its fragility.
the colours of the blades juxtapose into one.
becoming the bond that connects us.
(Saturday, March 08, 2008/10:00 PM)
right
come down now, they'll say...
meaningless sit-ins and banter.
i realise my motivation in trying to achieve a good output was wrong.
time to correct.
but i haven't done anything yet.
strange ideas at the bus stop.
i walk back and forth one step to change perspective.
now i have made myself look like a fool.
but it was a good idea.
we shouldn't think success.
being content about making it through this day would be more like it.
strange impressions and relations.
maybe there is some hope after all.
it's good when i walk alone.
because when i do i can scream all the lyrics i want to.
this country is small but big enough.
and it is huge when you look at the tiny things.
it was a nice night.
it wasn't wasted.
i wouldn't rather the free ticket.
just for her.
i hope you are happy with your childhood dreams.
well.
the enter key on my keyboard just got stuck.
i guess it's trying to tell me something.
look down there.
at all the small things.
see how big you actually are.
and be content.
choices are to be made every moment.
i wouldn't rather go with the preferred way.
there's always a guide to how to succeed and succeed fast.
i guess i wouldn't be that kind of person.
i remember the talks about the scenic route.
sure enough, the one i'm taking is scenic enough.
but my road is special.
with every metre i can turn.
but its not me who wants to turn.
its for the big expressway.
for people who want to can't take the speed.
to maybe slow down to my horse and cart.
and have a nice.
slow.
chat.
the sign's in front of me.
yet i don't need to lead the horse.
it knows the way.
just as well as i do.
come down now, they'll say...
meaningless sit-ins and banter.
i realise my motivation in trying to achieve a good output was wrong.
time to correct.
but i haven't done anything yet.
strange ideas at the bus stop.
i walk back and forth one step to change perspective.
now i have made myself look like a fool.
but it was a good idea.
we shouldn't think success.
being content about making it through this day would be more like it.
strange impressions and relations.
maybe there is some hope after all.
it's good when i walk alone.
because when i do i can scream all the lyrics i want to.
this country is small but big enough.
and it is huge when you look at the tiny things.
it was a nice night.
it wasn't wasted.
i wouldn't rather the free ticket.
just for her.
i hope you are happy with your childhood dreams.
well.
the enter key on my keyboard just got stuck.
i guess it's trying to tell me something.
look down there.
at all the small things.
see how big you actually are.
and be content.
choices are to be made every moment.
i wouldn't rather go with the preferred way.
there's always a guide to how to succeed and succeed fast.
i guess i wouldn't be that kind of person.
i remember the talks about the scenic route.
sure enough, the one i'm taking is scenic enough.
but my road is special.
with every metre i can turn.
but its not me who wants to turn.
its for the big expressway.
for people who want to can't take the speed.
to maybe slow down to my horse and cart.
and have a nice.
slow.
chat.
the sign's in front of me.
yet i don't need to lead the horse.
it knows the way.
just as well as i do.
(Friday, March 07, 2008/9:50 PM)
end
that was fast.
but instead of counting the days we have left.
we should spend them without care or concern.
because it's most fun that way.
now i have 5 more days.
it's time.
to rush.
to concentrate.
and to work the hardest.
i can get through this somehow.
and in the end.
there i will stand.
at the end of my now not-so-scenic route.
back at the crossroads choosing the same path to go.
that was fast.
but instead of counting the days we have left.
we should spend them without care or concern.
because it's most fun that way.
now i have 5 more days.
it's time.
to rush.
to concentrate.
and to work the hardest.
i can get through this somehow.
and in the end.
there i will stand.
at the end of my now not-so-scenic route.
back at the crossroads choosing the same path to go.
(Thursday, March 06, 2008/9:08 PM)
rocket
so begins the story.
i'm done with the gory.
sadistic bits.
now let us move on,
what's gone is really gone.
gone into a place we have yet to know of.
so i leave you here,
in this world of fear.
to stand and face.
what's coming this way.
we begin.
so begins the story.
i'm done with the gory.
sadistic bits.
now let us move on,
what's gone is really gone.
gone into a place we have yet to know of.
so i leave you here,
in this world of fear.
to stand and face.
what's coming this way.
we begin.
(Wednesday, March 05, 2008/7:49 PM)
therefore
i am.
back to physics.
some catching up to be done.
this world.
it is a perfect world.
when you achieve something less flawless than that which was perfect.
it becomes perfect.
all of us are perfect.
just some more than the others.
maybe, just this once.
something will be perfectly flawed.
my mind doesn't work too well under sickness.
well this is what being perfect is all about.
i am.
back to physics.
some catching up to be done.
this world.
it is a perfect world.
when you achieve something less flawless than that which was perfect.
it becomes perfect.
all of us are perfect.
just some more than the others.
maybe, just this once.
something will be perfectly flawed.
my mind doesn't work too well under sickness.
well this is what being perfect is all about.
(Monday, March 03, 2008/7:43 PM)
therefore
the said test results are back.
i pass.
now what.
back to everyday i guess.
yet i have nothing to say.
i don't think i will be putting up anymore songs.
in a way i don't work this blog to please people.
so i hope.
you understand.
that everything has come to this.
please tell me when we will meet again.
whatever seemed rushed just got rusher.
the said test results are back.
i pass.
now what.
back to everyday i guess.
yet i have nothing to say.
i don't think i will be putting up anymore songs.
in a way i don't work this blog to please people.
so i hope.
you understand.
that everything has come to this.
please tell me when we will meet again.
whatever seemed rushed just got rusher.
(Saturday, March 01, 2008/10:20 PM)
back
and after all the times.
doing it over and over again.
it was well.
but it didn't receive proper appreciation.
my hate license has been renewed.
not in the angry sense.
goes without saying.
anyway,
thank you.
for giving us late night music.
for giving us a 2 hour attempt to draw arms.
everything doesn't go according to plan somehow.
but it is perfect that way.
and after all the times.
doing it over and over again.
it was well.
but it didn't receive proper appreciation.
my hate license has been renewed.
not in the angry sense.
goes without saying.
anyway,
thank you.
for giving us late night music.
for giving us a 2 hour attempt to draw arms.
everything doesn't go according to plan somehow.
but it is perfect that way.