&theliesIweaveare OH SO INTRICATE;


....


i wrote the gospel of giving up (but you're already sinkin')

Primadonasofthegutter paint your trash gold, while you sleep,

crashing not like hips or cars, more like p-p-parties


THIS AIN'T A SCENE, IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE

bandwagon's full puhleeeze, catch another.



o all the boys the dancefloor didn't love,

and all the girls who's lips didn't move fast enough,

SING, until your lungs givveout. ♥

from morning, it hasn't stopped raining.
and I hope it stays that way.

so when I grow up, I can say it rained all day.

oooo-kay, explanation.

so I got some nice fucking warm rain afterall.

good thing it was today, too, or I would've felt emo to no end.

anyway, i know why such tiny things aggravate her now.

it's not good to keep things bottled up inside, as a rule.

but god, am i confused now...

nowait, I'm not confused.

I'm crystal clear on one thing.



that I'll put this in the past.

and put the past behind me.

i'm just sorry my two hundredth post was a sad one.

i think it feels absolutely nice to cry.

refreshing...

... but that's not to say that i'd wholeheartedly wish to do it again.

No, that wasn't a snippet of a emo poem. (i wouldn't dare stoop so low).

that

was

what

i...


you know what, maybe i'll tell you what happened later.

later as in, when i'm not sobbing my heart out at my desk, wetting the keyboard as i do so, with tears running down my...

yeah.


later sounds like a good time.

Yes, you heard me right.


Yaoi slideshow. Nobody is safe.


Sleep well. ♥

I used to laugh in the face of danger, but then it gives me this awkward look like 'wtf is so funny'?

I don't know who should apologize, you or me.

I truly don't.

-

I never liked not knowing things.

My dislike promptly gave birth to the insatiable thirst for knowledge that my peers all know me for so well.

my thirst was what made me, to them.

Raito would be nothing if not for his genius and his hunger to become a smarter genius.

you...[chuckle], you saw the core of me.

deeper, I daresay.

-

would I liked to have known you?

...good question.

let's see. things I like to know include useful pieces of information, information that benefits, people that benefit, anything that benefits me. things that makes everything, or even a little something, a bit better.

my heart [if I still have one] is [was?] certainly more than a 'little something' to me.

it's an essential organ needed to stay alive, and therefore to feel good, and therefore to not be in anguish and agony, and therefore an essential tool for becoming God of the new world.

essential, but oh so troublesome...

... because it represents mortality.


it represents you.

-

at the moment, at least.


at the moment, when I think of you all I can associate the subject matter with is 'death'.

ironic...and I was never much for irony.

-

for you died, L.

because of me; and that's also another first.

since when did anything in our 'relationship' (God the sting of that word) happen 'because of me'?

well, alright. you instigated the handcuffs because of me, but technically, that was the start of our relationship.

everything else was clinical before.

it's hard to keep it that way when you're chained to someone, however.

-

and ... connected, to you, close up, it was like observing an entirely new species with the fascinated calmness that you'd expect from a scientist observing a old one.

strange.

which was, obviously, why I was intoxicated.

with you.

because, of you.

-

so many things happened, then, because, of you.

because of you, i learnt how to do more than like.

(love.)

because of you, i've experienced a new firebrand of hatred.

(and betrayal.)

because of you, i've known what it feels like to die and feel so fucking alive at the same time.

(my gravestone should be floating.)

because of you, i know what it's like to be drunk with sobriety.

(intoxicated, remember?)

because of you, i'm now alone.

(i didn't mind it until you chained us)


(& chained not as in, cufflinked together with metal, chained as in, roped and tied and gagged with a uncomfortable, hellish, high feeling.)

because of you, i fell face first past love, into what inevietably comes after...

death.

---

i tried thinking of you in small bits, but i failed.

cracked.

last night, to be specific. i thought about you so much, i cracked some more.

did you know? after you put in the first one, the breaks just won't stop coming.

after you struck the stone crevices of my heart into opening, all the cracks just keep coming.

you can see the spiderweb pattern on it now.

ironic, because you're the real spider.

the real killer.

-




PROSE?

Or poetry? :/

Tobecontinued!! Along the lines of betrayal. I TOLD YOU SO :3



-goes songhunting-

Chris; [ Why should I worry? ] says:
yeah
well
i prefer the blue one
with the brown flowever
but
why are we discussing mugs?
hey...I spent to spell flower but it came out flowever.
...that's kind cool.
flower + forever.
HMM. I SMELL A POEM TITLE.


(I actually squealed out loud, 'brilliant' when I saw neon glow was perfect for Sweet Farewell :D )

Most nights, Ryuuzaki would stay awake to the clicking and tapping and humming, buzzing sound of his work as L. He would sleep with his eyes open and think to himself. Mostly, he thought about Raito.

Nothing is really certain in life, and no matter what, everyone is ultimately alone. Therefore, Ryuuzaki would do his best to stay stagnant, wrapped in the world of calculations and percent compositions.

One evening, in the dusk of the sun through the blinds, Ryuuzaki hoarsely whispered, "I'm happy that Yagami-kun is here."

This startled Raito, for even he had been confused on where their relationship stood. His eyes widened slightly, and his chest tightened.

"...because Raito-kun is too all alone. So if Raito-kun ever gets lonely, "l" plus "l" equals two, ne?" Ryuuzaki continued, rumpled black hair obscuring his eyes.

Raito found himself opening his mouth, about to contradict him with rushed chatter of Misa and Sayu and Mother and...

Raito found that ultimately, he really was alone. Gods are only powerful when they are alone.

He leaned against Ryuuzaki and closed his eyes; the solid mass of flesh was an assurance better than a kiss.

"Agreed, Ryuuzaki-san."

[those, who can undefile and work out the cryptic postings in my blog, get a cookie from me. for example. a while ago I said, indirectly, I'd throw in some fugue postings in my blog, yes? this is one of them (obviously). what chapter? why, look in the poem. bingo! the chapter is called FENCES. so yes. undefile = cookie. :3 ]

I've got the urge and the repulse to do my Shout it Out now, lol. :P

I'll wait till the time is right.



I've been many places
But nothing felt like it was home to me
Making sense of all this was never gonna be easy

And I have had a million chances to let you go
And it doesn't matter what we do
Cause some things are out of our control

You can call it luck
Call it anything you want
But we were meant to be right here
You're part of my life
And that's all the faith I need
Cause we were meant to be right here
Right here

Life gets complicated so we try to go our seperate ways
We end up back together as if we had a choice either way

And I have always been so thankful to have a love like this
And I don't know how I came to love someone like you
But that's the way it is

You can call it luck
Call it anything you want
But we were meant to be right here
You're part of my life
And that's all the faith I need
Cause we were meant to be right here
Right here

One by one, years will fall but I will be right here
And life can't change us at all
It's always been so clear to me now
I have got a million chances but I'm not letting go
I'm not letting go

You can call it luck
Call it anything you want
But we were meant to be right here
You're part of my life
And that's all the faith I need
Cause we were meant to be right here
Right here

Lucie Silvas - Right Here.


---

... D8

I wonder, briefly, for a moment, if the droplets on my leg are tears of yours -

but no.

it's just rain from your still-damp hair.


...rain.

...I'm sad too.

---


D:


The angst.



Yesterday and days before
Sun is cold and rain is hard, I know
Been that way for all my time
'Til forever on it goes.

Well you done me in, and you bet I felt it
I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted
I fell right through the cracks
Now I'm trying to get back
Before the cool done run out
I'll be giving it my bestest
And nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention
I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some

I
won't
he
si
tate,
no
more,
nooo
more
It
cannot
wait,
I'm
yours

Well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love
Listen to the music of the moment baby sing with me
We're just one big family
And It's our God-forsaken right to be loved love loved love loved -

So I
won't
he
si
tate,
no
more,
nooo
more
It
can
not
wait
I'm
sureee
There's no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours

Scooch on over closer dear
And i will nibble your ear

I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror
And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer
But my breath fogged up the glass
And so I drew a new face and laughed
I guess what I'm be saying is there ain't no better reason
To rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons
It's what we aim to do
Our name is our virtue

But I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait I'm yours

Well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
Look into your heart and you'll find that the sky is yours
Please don't, please don't, please don't
There's no need to complicate
Cause our time is short
This oh this this is out fate, I'm yours!






I think fate just woke up.

-walks away singing-

for it's our godforsakenrighttobeloved...~

and it makes him wonder, sometimes, why a laugh is so similar to a cry.

he doesn't know which to pick, and he doesn't bother to try.

when all humans know is to decide and discern,

while he embraces the infinite,

they don't bother to learn.

while they're sniping, confused, disillusioned,

he's got grand dreams, a goal, a conclusion.

he'll show them what's wrong, and why he's right.

it never occurred to him that he'd go down without a fight.

but it never chanced his mind, either, that things could go like this,

in his perfect works, Ryuuzaki was truly a twist.

for he was the opponent he'd face, the lover he'd hate, the ache that never ceased.

the shock of his flaws, the refusal of his perfection, his arrogance deceased.



(theworld)crashcrashcrushed(around his ample shoulders).



&fixed in one's ways, the human will,

is, stupidly, stronger than diamonds and steel.

like all humans, he was convinced, self-sure,

like all humans, he'd fight to the death, to find the cure.

as did his counterpart, blow for blow,

the fruitless rat race, never slow.

his alias, his one, his life lean and lithe,

was also a human, L was, like a knife.

sharp, thin and strong, awesome in ways,

but the rust and blood can never wash away.

we're all born innocent and we'd like to stay that way,

but who among us, truthfully, can never sway?

however, I digress, although really it's the same

the battle they both fight and the world that never came.

the open-book, exclaiming savior, the hunched up, curled, unwitting liar.

L lied, believe it or not, to the one above all,

who'd've thought, they both could fall.

heaven and Satan, God and hell,

and woefully, nobody could tell:

that without the other, both were as good as dead,

and their hearts stopped before their heads, on its deathbed.

it was admirable, pathetically, while it lasted.

but when L died, only one glance he casted.

for while he loved, Raito could not bear,

to give something he could not share.

ironically, that's what L thought too.

& again, who'd've known this was never true.

for here's a secret, that neither of them knew:

only humans can love to the full.

they can fight needlessly, die emptily,

one thing they can't do is stand like a tree.

but only leaves taste freedom, flying in the dark abyss,

to God-knows-where, but isn't that bliss?

and Raito realizes, along with his partner,

the right that God had forsaken; to love one another.

as their lips meet, he discovers mildly:

he's never felt more alive, isn't it funny?

black eyes show emotion, for the first time in their death,

like blossoming into winter air, he's never felt more out of breath.







(( arrrgh skipped school today.

SHUT UP, CONSCIENCE. ))

Edit'D;. Here are the cutscenes that didn't make it into the final, revised version of the poem:

1.) he smiles with comprehension, brown eyes matching black,

and pulls him into a heated kiss, they're never going back.

2.) tired with the race, Raito gives up perfectionism.

they finally share their forbidden love, with no fear of rejection.

3.) black or white, wrong or right, it's all the same.

for that world always came.

I intend to use 3 for another poem :)

Hope you liked this one. I might've been too on-the-nose with the lovey-dovey ness of it all but HEY WHO CARES.


--------

[Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid, painted blind. ~♥]

ever felt numb when a bee stung you, but after it's been bandaged and wrapped and completely shut the eff up, it hurts so much more?



Bastard of a pastor claimed being happy was a sin.

Fuck it, sometimes I really do think Satanism sounds much more reasonable.




...ARSEHOLE.

Fucking ARSEHOLE.


----


On the plus side, I'm going to read Captivation anyway! Even though I was looking for a lime or a lemon to decide it, not knowing BB's character.

But I'll read it anyway, because DANGIT, IT'S A DEATH TRIANGLE. >8D

The last line of the first chapter also really caught my eye, though...

'And as he made that decision, L's lifespan dropped dramatically to two years and three months.'

Coke! I NEED COKE.


Went for an exhausting hike up Mt Kaukau today, incredibly tedious I tell you. So immediately when I came home, I decided to pamper myself with a can of Coke (long overdue), and read some pr0nz. 8D

Taikutsu and Worship to be exact.


Yupyup. I ISH HAPPEH NAO.


The doujinshi is coming along nicely btw. Slow but steady. Heh.

you're my idol until I meet you.

both in battle and in person.

you're my ideals until I become myself.

we're all against each other, aren't we?

us humans. it's who we are.

you take a belief and twist it, into 6.4 billion different versions.

well, I believe in true altruism.

we're all of different opinions, of this kind of justice and that kind of equality.

it's never right or wrong, even who you thought was the darkest shade of white is in truth the palest shade of black.

it's all grey.

and I found all that amusingly, disconcertingly fitting, looking into that face of his. black hair. white skin. black eyes. and an 'apparently' white soul, justice he says he is.

well if the eyes are a window into the soul, why do the colors contradict? lack of colors, rather, for you're a monochromatic machine that has helped my cause, but now I'm here, 'idol', and I'll tear you down to replace you.

I like to believe you're scared of Me. but you can't be.


because when you no longer have hope, ryuuzaki, the fear evaporates. that much I do know.


so why do you smile and say that justice will prevail? why do you say that this could be? why do you not fall when you breathe your last breath?

why?

suddenly my nice, crisp black-and-whites crash and swirl into a disorienting blend of grey.

but I can't make sense of it, and i've killed the only one who can help me through the fog.

---









(( I don't like this one D: Except for the middle and ending bits.

blarrrg.


Must focus on romance more. Any other topic or sub-topic, and I produce a load of crap.



- Have none of you considered the fact that Raito could've, at one point, looked up to the world's 3 greatest detectives? ))


(EDIT; I changed my mind. I like this alot. So much so that I feel it's DA worthy. What do you think, Kittens? (: )

but there's a thinner ribbon; between the tresses of dance and the armor of battle.

in their arena, art and death are so nervously, hopelessly entwined they become one.

and although each step hurt like Ariel's daggers on toes,

it's a competition to the finish,

and still the trophy goes to none.

for in this battle, they know not, ignorantly, what they are fighting for...

for a utopia, for a haven, for justice, for a conclusion.

but it's for and because of a heart, stolen, wrapped and in the end, returned, that they both do not see yet feel.

looks, even when seen through Death's Eyes can deceive, and even a shinigami can be deceived by feelings.

who knew, not even god, that they introduced another opponent into the battlefield?

so love and death sat together, brothers, side by side, in the battle yet on the sidelines. Waiting for the other, to finally be recognized at the end of this all. one would lose and the other would fall. one would win at a price, the other would fall with a gain, and both would happen to neither.

it was in, out, up, down, a never ending struggle for something that both their aliases realized, once when their eyes dropped their masks for a impossible moment, & once when they lay in each other's arms, dying both at the same time.

and that impossible moment, i fear, was when they both died.










[you should have fallen, Raito.

why delay the inevietable.]






(poem probably to be revised)

if i lay here,


if i just lay here...

Don't be so rude. Come on, LK lover to another.

Online I always have a rule that if you don't dare to say something to a person's face in public, don't say it in a YouTube comment.

Much less call that person a friggin retard.

And secondly to dispute what you said:

Truly, I'm not angered over your view on this, fangdrag, it's just the way you present them. And why am I, a fellow yaoi fan, not angered over someone's hate for something I love? Well, look at it this way. Everyone has something they hate. For example I hate peanut butter. Do I go out and declare my undying loathe for peanut butter? I don't. (Or start a anti-peanut butter club for that matter). I just keep quiet about it, and when someone tells me, "I love peanut butter!", I just smile politely and change the subject.

So I see no reason to behave any differently when it comes to yaoi.

Do you? You do, I guess, because of the club you've created and the hate comment you just posted.

And that's what saddens me.

Yaoi is as harmless as peanut butter. Could you please don't inflict harm or hate on it, for I find that doing so has no logic in it, and it helps no one, and reading comments like what you've just written can easily ruin someone's day. Peanut butter has feelings too you know.




And here I thought AMV-editors were a family.

):

MUST.


FINISH.


MINDGAMESFANARTAHHH.



Anyway yes my life is going fine thank you :) School has settled into a nice routine, on very short hiatus from AMVing forawhile.


Also I need to go slowly finish off my pr0nz.


Also I think I shall start and end with a chapter of fugue for all my future blogposts now,...Instead of songs.

Because.

Ryuuzaki pressed his icy hands against Ratio's back, in the shape of wings, palm over palm, like a heart. It looked like a kiss, somehow, when he felt the throb of a star inside.

"Kilohertz," he whispered to the beckoning dark.

Ryuuzaki smiled, and waited for the dawn to break into another revolution of day.

( nearing 200 blogposts ) ...


I'm feeling under the weather lately.

Because yes the weather in particular has been below my friggin standard.


You know what would cheer me up?


Some rain.


Some nice, fucking, warm rain.


So I can stare and gaze at it all sombre-ly and L - like.


For Nothing else in the world views such as thing as remarkable other than humanity.
Amusing, isn't it...

Changed blogskin.

In Firefox, keep pressing Ctrl + until the navigation boxes just touch the tip of the left image. In IE...Well I don't know. Keep trying.

I love 'All the Same'. I'll make a FatH video about it. FINALLY, some yaoi! Jeezuz.


I hope you like the blogskin. You had better, really.



HQ PLZ

I love you, music. ♪

-

I dont mind where you come from
As long as you come to me
But I dont like illusions I cant see
Them clearly
I dont care, no I wouldn't dare
To fix the twist in you
You've shown me eventually what you'll do
I dont mind
I dont care
As long as you're here

[Chorus]

Go ahead and tell me you'll leave again
You'll just come back running
Holding your scarred heart in hand
It's all the same
And I'll take you for who you are
If you take me for everything
And do it all over again
It's all the same

Hours slide and days go by
Till you decide to come
But in-between it always seems too long
Suddenly
But I have the skill, yeah
I have the will, to breath you in while I can
However long you stay is all that I am

I dont mind, I dont care
As long as you're here

Go ahead and tell me you'll leave again
You'll just come back running
Holding your scarred heart in hand
It's all the same
And I'll take you for who you are
If you take me for everything
And do it all over again
It's always the same

Wrong or Right
Black or White
If I close my eyes
Its all the same

In my life
The compromise
I'll close my eyes
Its all the same

Go ahead say it
You're leaving
You'll just come back running
Holding your scarred heart in hand
It's all the same
And I'll take you for who you are now
If you take me for everything
Do it all over again
It's all the same

-

Happy fucking valentines.

Yes, I love you too.

-goes off to love and draw Raito, with his impossible hair-

Atheist?

So here's what happens. I'm lying on the floor next to my father watching an interesting lecture. But then my brain drifts when I realize there's Church tomorrow. And I think, I don't think about God and stuff when I'm in Church. So I start thinking about it then, on the floor, ears temporarily deaf.

And I think about how refreshing it would be if I were an atheist. Everything would just...fall into place. No more hassle. From dependence to independence, in Miss Herbert's words. Everything just dandy. There is no God.

But then I chide myself, and what happens on that dark night when you're feeling suicidal? There is no God. So when you've lost it all, you can't rely on the one who was supposed to never forsake you, because He's not there.

So how? With God, there's always a person I know I can rely on and do this for me and that and I shall never worry about being alone but I just cannot shake the feeling that God isn't as godly as He says He is. Because the word God has been used in so many ways I wish it wasn't, ("God will punish you if you don't conform to what I do", "God forbids this", "God forbids that," "Ugh you disgusting maggot, God will send you to burn in hell"). And I just can't rely on that kind of person/being.


So then, I want to be free, but I want to have a shoulder ready 24/7 to cry on. I want the best of both worlds but I don't know if I can.

Hm. What's a solution for this?


Bingo. I've found it.

So, I no longer believe in 'God'.

I believe in Him.

And no longer shall I refer to God (or 'Him' as he is now called) as God. I'll call him by whatever name I wish. 'Him' temporarily because I can't think of anything else.

And what is He?

Why, He is my friend.


He is a friend who is always there. He's a solid as you and me. He's not above me. He's gotten off his comfy sofa and is sitting on the floor cross-legged facing me. We're equals and He's the one who supplies what most people call a conscience. And He's mine. All mine. He belongs to no one else. He's not the 'God' of the whole world. Everyone else on Earth has their own Him, and this one's mine.

He has no set out rules for me such as, 'thou shalt only love whom I say so'. He's human He's felidae He's candidae He's equidae He's whatever I wish Him to be. This is going to get some being used to, like making the curiously wonderful transition from acquiantance to friend but we'll manage it.




So, I guess, I know now. The only reason I go to church is to sing for and with my friend.

God bless you mate :)

And I'm PRAYING to God here, that I'm wrong.

===

FUCK YOU.


What, people aren't allowed to make mistakes?

-growl-

HIT CTRL ++ BETCH.

Or any keyboard combination that makes the font size bigger because as sexy as this new layout is it's too small for my taste. ): <

Yarh.

This air is blessed, you share with me

This night is wild, so calm and dull

These hearts they race from self con-trol

Your legs are smooth as they graze mine

We're doing fine, we're doing nothingatall

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me
So won't you kill me?, so I die happy
My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury
or wear as jewelery, which ever you prefer.

The words are hushed, let's not get busted

Just lay entwined here, undiscovered...

Safe in here from all the stupid questions

"Hey did you get some?"... Man, that is so dumb

Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear

So we can get some ;D

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me
So won't you kill me, so I die happy
My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury
or wear as jewelery, which ever you prefer

HANDS DOWN, this is the best day I can ever remember
Always remember
the sound of the stereo,
the dim of the soft lights,
the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers
And the time on the clock when we realized it's so late
And this walk that we shared together

The streets were wet and the gate was locked
so I jumped it, and let you in
And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist
...and you kissed me like you meant it...
And I knew that you meant it
that you meant it, that you meant it

---

The beginning makes me feel all cuddly.

And then it breaks into the ending bang (like an orgasm) and (like an orgasm), I feel like, blood rushing.

And I feel like anything is possible.

And I feel like I've just learnt how to hope.

And I wanna hope :D

And this song makes me wanna.

No surprise that I listened to it alternately with another song for hours.

No surprise at all, no siree.




Aw man, I got to get my webcam installed soon. D: I don't want to miss out with talking to my friends.

Then again me having a webcam would make it painfully obvious that I'm staring at them and wishing that I was there with them.

...

Ah fluck.

I'm thinking about my making my cat-character, Rain, a bit more mentally insane. :)


haha, that rhymed. x)

I'm going to give you a mega-huge hug when I come back to SG okays. D:

jaskfhksdhjkdhska iloveyou


-shutsup-

D: Sony Vegas so hard to use man! I don't understand a bloody thing.


Graahahhh I shall figure it out if I'm determined enough ya.


I just watched Singapore Dreaming. The movie, yeah? It had good subtitles so I understood it.

I found it satisfactory. Wow, three shows in a row with open-ended endings? x3 Momento Mori? World record xD

I feel sorry for Seng though. He didn't even manage to graduate.

I still think he should've told the truth however.


...Yeah...


OK, so, I shall go draw the Lion and the Lamb now. Sorry, I mean: antelope.

Yes, the rawr is back. With a vengeance. Mwahahaa.



me looking 'contemplative' on a rock. xD


it's times like these I wish I had a little brother.

Or when I wish my uncle was my brother. x3








Uncle Jim drew and painted that dragon.

Damn am I proud of my heritage ^^








I'd like to finish off with this. It's a Bambi/Kovu crossover, not really slash I think, but it seems the maker has no problem with that actual pairing :D

It reminds me of LxRaito (doensn't everything?), in this little part: Feels like I'm living in a lion's mouth, but the lion is (an angel)

Well yes, a murderous angel.

But angel nonetheless! Angel angel angel. Yes.

The war ends when the hero dies.


--- SPOILERS ALERT!


OK, so what I was ranting on and on about in the past few blogposts was the ending to the Korean Drama Money War.

I loved it. One of the best I've seen. Let me rewatch My Girl and I'll see if this one's really the best.

but the ending... Dear God the ending...

Nara died ):

His loanshark boss killed him, with a bloody walking stick I say! So I was kind of depressed.

Not to mention feeling just a wee bit sick when I realized his would-be wife would later discover his bloody broken body.



Yeah, let's not dwell on that topic anymore shall we? Because I've just discovered (or rather confirmed), that Trust Me by The Fray is the most beautiful song ever.


Everlong. Period.


"Trust Me"

Looking for something I've never seen
Alone and I'm in between
The place that I'm from and
The place that I'm in
A city I've never been
I found a friend or should I say foe
Said there's a few things you should know
We don't want you to see
We come and we go
Here today, gone tomorrow

Were only taking turns
Holding this world
It's how it's always been
When you're older, you will understand

If I say who I know it just goes to show
You need me less than I need you
Take it from me
We don't give sympathy
You can trust me trust nobody
But I said you and me
We don't have honesty
The things we don't want to speak
I'll try to get out but I never will
Traffic is perfectly still

Were only taking turns
Holding this world
It's how it's always been
When you're older you will understand

And again maybe you don't
And again maybe you won't

When you're older
You might understand
When you're older
You might understand

OK, so I said I believed wholeheartedly in happy endings right?


Uh...

So after watching Money War, I realized that my favorite story had a less than joyful ending.


As in, no camera fades on the wedding kiss, no unicorns eating rainbows and pooping butterflies etc.


Still...



it's a un-happy ending. That does not mean that it is a sad ending.

Make sense? No? Good.



So what I'm saying here, is that time will heal, and we will/might realize that life continues the way it was supposed to be, anyway.

After it all, however, we'll get the end we were denied. :)



Make sense? Yes? No? No matter. You'll figure it out.


It's like ascension anyway. :D


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PHOTOS! PHOTOS I SAY! -rawr-

teehee C:

OK I'm sorry I couldn't resist! xD Sorry I lost my photo file. Some other time okays.

OK, I'm feeling better now. :)


God am I easy to be comforted.


Nyah, because I have a happy ending in my head for him already.

Either that or the fact that I shall remodel Soren_Trez after him, as his lion reincarnation, and I shall give him a fucking happy ending.



-pride-



-sings-.


Because his memory lives on. ღ

D:


Fuck and damnit.


Fuck AND damnit!, you exclaim. Christie must be royally pissed.


Yarh, yarh I am. I am royally pissed b/c he died D:

Frankly I cannot imagine a fellow like that doing the crazy dance, dying, dying.


Hmpf.

Now I'm all sad.




Goddamn'd(?) happy endings?




You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be

You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...

I love it when protagonists become antagonists and antagonists become protagonists.

I've only seen in happen once, but it feels as if I've known it forever and have been waiting to see a good play of that policy.

AND IT'S HER WHO'S DOING THE ACTING.

My God; all of you go out NAO and buy the serial.


8D


[randomness/]

Long ago,


Frankly if L was a girl I would think that his name was Helena (, for 'manipulative bastard' just doesn't seem to be enough of an adjective, he needs a whole damn song to be sung about him).


... So long, not goodnight.


To hell with nights. :)

& we dance forever.

But some of us dance to remember, some of us dance to forget.




What do you dance for?

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School in two days D:


DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.

Reinstalling whole OS system later today, because WMM's being a cock.

Maybe I should get Vegas as a backup.

...That's a good idea.