//April 14, 2010//
The day was awful, like any of the days would be on the next months, or years. I’m listening to my junior high school crush band—L’Arc~en~ciel. They got a mix of great vocal, awesome guitar plays, an interesting sound of drums, and a skillful bass player. It’s Japanese and it’s sound—still the same—great and addictive. Driver’s High reminded me of Great Teacher Onizuka—the favorite one. I’d like to listen Tokyo Jihen and Asian Kungfu Generation also, but it’s too late to crack the hard disk and found the tunes. So, I don’t bother.
Just finished watching the Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus. Oh beauty, and it’s heaven, I swear. Nevertheless, it will surely forever young in my mind. It’s a mind blowing and surely a punch in your head. Swear will make a less like it someday. I will watch out for another Terry Gilliam for sure.
I got boring and panic the last couple of days. This final project keeps me busy and jobless at the same time and I’d like to be there (or hate). I haven’t decided it yet, but nobody cares but me.
It’s Glee on April 13th, seen? May we rest on the power of Rileks once more?
Bless people created this amazing forum.
I want to kill time (and animal maybe?). I hate them, the way I hate cat and chili. Oh, cat is animal by the way. My ScriptFrenzy stats don’t make me happy, they’re just pathetic as I am. I’m just a bad participant.
I stay out for you people, I don’t want to get close. I’m just yellow as a chicken, a coward colorless thing, who doesn’t have anything. Yes, it is exactly like you say. I’m ugly, inside and out. It is nothing to be compare actually and I’m afraid of you. I’m afraid to get burned. I deserve mean things, and I knew. I deserve all of those cursed words and chants. I’m so deserved all of those.
I’m not what I was. I’m a real trash on real world.
It’s traumatic, and I don’t want to get close to anybody again. A lover or a friend, it’s the same for everybody. I will be alone, and I will be happy. It is better for everybody since they don’t need me actually. I’m just a consolation prize, an actual 3rd choice because he refused and other he, rejected. I stood because nobody want the place, because it’s actual tired and frustrated. People just want me to be tired and frustrated, the unwanted place.
Oh, and it is how it feels to be emo. It’s so dark and gloomy. It is kind of boring by the way. Maybe world would be colorful again in the next morning, it’s just a matter of time and maybe… choice. No more choice I’d say, I hate it. But I don’t have control, I’m just a pathetic broke down marionette.