::10.10.2003::
Mood: So weird you don't wanna know...
"So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain?
Can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?...
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
swimming in a fish bowl, year after year.
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here..."
-- Pink Floyd "Wish you Were Here"
Though this song was written about their first singer who became mentally unstable and was placed into a mental institution, I'm beginning to completely understand it's meaning. Look at me, I'm fucking pathetic, I'm trying to pass a message to someone who probably doesn't want to even hear my name. God, I hate this, I hate who I am, what I'm doing and what I've done. I hate the person who I've become, this pessimistic shell of a human being. It's funny you know how we never fully see the wrongs that we do until it's far too late.
>> Alan spun round and round on 10/10/2003 05:21:00 AM (0) comments
::10.07.2003::
I've gotten tired of the comment thingy going Siegfried and Roy on me. (I just realized how bad an analogy that was...) Anyhow, now thanks to some serious coding and searching I now have both the comment thingy and a chat room thingy on my site. Be proud, be happy, rejoice, but use wisely and do not abuse the chat that the great Alan... I mean, short Asian kid has given you. Just like the Spider-man Comics say, "with great power comes great responsibility."
>> Alan spun round and round on 10/07/2003 08:58:00 PM (0) comments
::10.05.2003::
Irony is a mother...
"Fumbling his confidence
And wond’ring why the world has passed him by
Hoping that he’s meant for more than arguments
And failed attempts to fly, fly
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Dreaming about Providence
And whether mice or men have second tries
Maybe we’ve been livin with our eyes half open
Maybe we’re bent and broken, broken
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
We want more than this world’s got to offer
We want more than this world’s got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live
We were meant to live"
--Switchfoot "Meant to Live"
>> Alan spun round and round on 10/05/2003 10:50:00 PM (0) comments