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Age: 16
Location: Ivory Coast
Joined On: Jun 11, 2006
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philippines
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Ocen City Md, or in the studio
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Pittsburgh, PA
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Halloween Town, Maryland
Anyone out there who might have stumbled into this. i want to be your friend. read it in my blog. any great musique/bands..i'll welcome to hear x) jst drop a comment. toodles. xoxoxo
Cartel - Say Anything (Else)
it's nearly the last days of spending summer vacation here. i'm going to miss it all. especially the hot weather (it pretty much consists of me sitting with an oversized shirt and shorts on next to the fan) and the computerish smell everytime we come inside this computer cafe.
i don't know why but i can't wait to start college here. i'm not necessarily counting down the days whatsoever but i know it's going to be great, brand new experience for me.
things back @ home are just..normal. nothing is really going on there, maybe that's why i still want to stay here despite of a few setbacks. one major is the money problem. sighs.
i think i'm just riding the wave. just aknowledging whatever that's happening to me. but i gotta admit, it's all just minor. nothing exciting isn't happening. i feel i want to jump several times but then seaweeds just pull me straight down. like it wasn't meant for me to experience new dimensions.
i hope it all changes.
the most important things are the hardest to say - stephen king
just finished reading a part of his novel, different seasons. it's a set of three short stories. i read the body. the only apparent reason why i chose to read that was because the absolute most favorite coming-of-age movie that i currently cherish is based on it. STAND BY ME.
i must say, it's a little bit different from the movie. i like the movie better. i don't know why, but i come to choose the thing that first got my attention over the other. i mean, if i read the book first, i would tend to like it than the movie. and it goes the other way around.
i feel like my writing isn't worth anything. yet. it's like, there's a huge treasure box inside my head. it's untapped most of the time. at the times where it is opened - loads of words full of meaning and tranquillity come pouring out. and i got the ability to make stories and whatnot out of it.
i don't know what to do in my life. i'm hopelessly hopeful.
what a waste of fresh air.
The Light - Mirah With the Black Orchestra
this song is pretty awesome. listen to it.
i (heart) indie musique.
unfortunately, the people surrounding me resort themselves preferrably to the musique that MTV gives them. i know i know, there are a few bands here that spent time @ MTV but still, i like to think that they're underground roots didn't mean that they actually sold out.
educate me.
i want moonbeams and sunlights dancing upon me.
i want Dead Presidents.
i want the kings of convenience sparkle their music around me.
send me outwards the sky of unlimited imagination.
take me away from the trash and black and blue atmosphere that reality gives. it can punch you in the face.
i want no one yet
i want to be underground. a few is better than everyone.
you know what i mean? when great musique is spread out, especially if it had left a mark in your heart, knowing that people who the musique had captured there hearts can make you feel lonely sometimes. it's nice, it's better, if you keep the great musique to yourselves. but at the same time, it feels great that someone else appreciates your great taste. would they idiolize? would they change their perspective of you for the sake of someone else's words??
here's a place where i can spill these unquestionable feelings without feeling guilty or knowing that the people around me might have a chance of reading this and knowing my secrets.
i wonder if anyone else will read this.
the seemingly dull font pushes me to write more. yet the temperature of this quiet yet crowded room, filled with people minding their own businesses, yet i feel my privacy is being watched.
am i saying too much>? for a split second, i feel like an emotional brat.
so i'll stop now.
arggh. summer holidays weren't great as i expected. but i can handle it.
- these words inspired by someone's journal. go look under favorite artists. he's definitely there.
