Entries
Profile
Archive
Chat
Links
You're at the center of the universe.
|
Wednesday, August 30, 2006, 11:54 PM
Knock knock. Who's there? GOD.
Knocking on heaven's door. Indeed, a classic by Bob Dylan. It has been covered by a couple of renowned artistes, most notably Guns N Roses and Eric Clapton. Jakob Dylan must be having a hard time distancing himself away from his father in order to prove that he can make a living out of his own.
Seriously, as days go by, the gaffer's life becomes slackier as hours progress. Fatigue is wearing me out, mentally and physically. I detest spilling out names on blogs. It's official. I need to sleep.
Sunday, August 27, 2006, 8:06 PM
My dearest pots in the kettle, the pressure is heating up as days go by. As much as I wish that we all could win, withstanding the pressure will lead to a day where tears of joy will stream down our faces. Where are we going for tomorrow? For we are creeps and weirdos, the dogs will begin to smell us. I forsee a future, where you will put a gun against my head, pull that trigger but to no avail. I wore the mask I found but to no satisfactory. You strum my guitar once but the strings snapped. As much as Singapore Idol matters, Joakim is a shining star to you. Piano and Ryan Star are compatible. Getting laid all night is a priceless door gift. Rest assured you're walking the line. The battle will soon be over and after all the things we've done, I HAVEN'T THINK YET. You snooze, you lose.
Saturday, August 26, 2006, 9:49 PM
After a short hiatus from blogspot, I would definitely come up with something to recap on but....
I HAVEN'T THINK YET.
SHUT THE IDIOT UP.
Sunday, August 20, 2006, 6:30 PM
I'm looking at you through the glass, don't know how much time has passed Oh God it feels like forever, but no one ever tells you that Forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head... Cause I'm looking at you through the glass, don't know how much time has passed All I know is that it feels like forever, but no one ever tells you that Forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head...
How do you feel? That is the question... But I forget you don't expect an easy answer When something like a soul becomes initialized and folded up like Paper dolls and little notes, you can't expect a bit of hope And while you're outside looking in, describing what you see Remember what you're staring at is me
Cause I'm looking at you through the glass, don't know how much time has passed All I know is that it feels like forever, but no one ever tells you that Forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head...
How much is real? So much to question An epidemic of the mannequins contaminating everything We thought came from the heart - but never did right from the start Just listen to the noises - null and void instead of voices Before you tell yourself It's just a different scene Remembering is just different from what you've seen
Cause I'm looking at you through the glass, don't know how much time has passed All I know is that it feels like forever, but no one ever tells you that Forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head... Cause I'm looking at you through the glass, don't know how much time has passed All I know is that it feels like forever, but no one ever tells you that Forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head...
And it's the stars, the stars that shine for you And it's the stars, the stars that lie to you And it's the stars, the stars that shine for you And it's the stars, the stars that lie to you
I'm looking at you through the glass, don't know how much time has passed Oh God it feels like forever, but no one ever tells you that Forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head...
Cause I'm looking at you through the glass, don't know how much time has passed All I know is that it feels like forever, but no one ever tells you that Forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head... And it's the stars, the stars that shine for you And it's the stars, the stars that lie to you And it's the stars, the stars that shine for you And it's the stars, the stars that lie to you It's the stars, it's the stars, that lie
Sunday, August 13, 2006, 8:42 PM
I have nothing officially to blog these days, with the exception of my daily routine which will never interest you in theory form. Action speaks louder than words. That's the whole damn point. Anyways, I wouldn't want to publicise my daily lives either. It's exclusively, EXCLUSIVELY :), for my friends and loved ones. Film Production can be pretty tough. Given the non-fixed work hours and time, we can never determine and manage a proper and fixed schedule for ourselves. You might even have to work on weekends but particularly I'll screw that off my priority list. It's the Sabbath for freak's sake! ROAR!!! You either slack or work your ass off on your assignments during the last minute on Sunday nights. Ass kicking syndrome has been conducive to the gaffer as he embarks on a mission that will spearhead his career to new heights. Good ridannce, bad rubbish. Conclusion: Pile your trades on those sandbags as Sandman will arrive a year later.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006, 1:05 AM
Different perspectives, different people. Assumptions are made. Conflicts arise, and misunderstandings occurs. You can feel the animosity and tension heating up. Purely dumb till a certain extent that you get f**k by everyone around you. It's the nation's 41st. Don't wanna look back in anger on this day. Rather than being conducive for my conclusion, it's time to rock n roll.
*
Monday, August 07, 2006, 1:59 AM
Is it a trend in the music industry these days to write songs in homage of their grandmothers? Well maybe yeah. The notable ones are "Helena" by MCR and "Paperthin Hymn" by Anberlin. By the way, that's all I know. But I'm sure that bands out there these days are attempting something identical too.
Two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year. Impactful and emotional.
*
Saturday, August 05, 2006, 12:19 AM
Don't worry Mag, I've been sleeping lately. From Autumn to Ashes and Suns to Snow, the destiny is the opportunity.
Thursday, August 03, 2006, 12:52 AM
I got laid by my Squier, or vice versa. Bite me.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006, 12:56 AM
As the Queen song suggests, I want to break free. Late nights haven't been doing me good these days. Restless in the day and howling in the night, seems abnormal though. Psychologically, the pressure's been piling on the gaffer these days. Mind games with oneself can lead you to a "bonkerous" status. The inner and outer are two different perspectives. Slacking on the outside and struggling mentally on the inside. Ignore what I've just said. Different opinions, different point of views. I just can't be bothered with the f**ked up world.
*Please note that censorship are applied to accomodate kids from learning the James Hetfield, Scott Weiland, and Kerry King way.
|
Profile
Age: Unknown
D.O.B: 121288
School: School of Hard Knocks
Influences (Music): Mark Tremonti, Jack Black, Reuben Morgan, Jason Wade, Eddie Guerrero, Kurt Cobain, Freddie Mercury, Martin Smith, Bono
|
|
|
|