I know I have said this before. But Michell Branch has good music.

I have come up with a theory.

That if you just riding along, chilling, doing something. And then you hear a tune, and you really like the song. You go home, you manage to get hold of a copy of the song, you sit down and you really listen to the song, and you find that you love the song.

It could be possibly that the lyrics really mean something to you. That somewhere in your subconcious mind, you find that in someway, you can relate to the song. And the beat of the song, would normally already fall within your personality tempo already.
Somehow your subconcious mind may be telling you that, the person singing the song is one of your kind. They know what it is like to feel the way you do, a human reaction, a want be with a bird of the same feather.

Well I ran out of time to theorise.


Ciaoz.

When it happens it happens and it finally happened, I have no idea on what to blog on.

Okay I just got a question asked that hopefully will not be asked anymore.

NO I don't like Tina
NO What is up with people thinking I like Nancy?
YES She has funky eyebrows, that doesn't mean I have an eyebrow fetish.
NO I am not gay
YES I do pretend to be so.
YES I am whacked out

For future reference.

I am so gay I put gay men to shame.

- Me

The music a man listens to reveals a lot about his personality. Eminenen listeners have that streak in the that cries out for the warmth, love and comfort that never came and thus they are who they are. People who would listen to Boyzone and Westlife are generally the kinda that are in love. No male with a straight mind can bring himself to listen to it. Whilst in love all seems right you’d die and it wouldn’t matter. Goo Goo Dolls and U2. The general mainstream upbeat non-hard rock. The sound of electric guitars and drums yell out your general normal music loving person. Why do I love all of it? There has not been a piece of music from any genre that I can say I truly dislike. The only reason I would dislike any music is because it is downright atrocious and is classified as noise. How many guys listen to Ricky Martin? How many guys can say they fell in love with the song “Nobody wants to be lonely”. And not because Senior Ricky teamed up with Christina Aguilera. But because it was simple wondrous. Strange. I am who I am.

I am not in a depression. I am in a low. I am not suffering from depression. I am riding a high of disgust.

If I could say what I want to say
I'd say I wanna blow you... away
Be with you every night
Am I squeezing you too tight
If I could say what I want to see
I want to see you go down
On one knee
Marry me today
Guess, I’m wishing my life away
With these things I’ll never say

Well that can be one statement I can currently make. I remember in Mr Rogers' accounting class when I was form 5. I was the first one to actually score an essay. Cool eh? The essay I had to write was "Where I would like to be in at that point of time". I wrote on being by the side of my one true love. I honestly wrote a whole essay on that. And why. I can even quote what I wrote. "Every man is a knight, living his life is like riding along on a quest. Every true knight has a lady he pledges his gallantry to. I have been a dark knight for long enough. And in all the world, the place I would really want to be at any moment is by the side of ...." Yeah I actually wrote that. And Mr Rogers read it. and he said well "that's a good essay", as he laughed and threw it away.

Wonder if I could open my heart again,
asking me why I feel like to start again

- Tell me why (the riddle) by Paul Van Dyk

There is a certain way I feel right now, strange. I can't really describe it in words. Even if I could I wouldn't not here, accepting weaknesses is not something I make public, in the event that I ever accept any. One could say I am in a depression. But I am not depressed. One can say I am pissed. But I am not. What kind of bastard would make the statement there is no such thing as love? I really don't know. I can actually feel that I am not the person I was 1 year ago.

Mutha Fucka.

I could so kill my father. What a bastard he is.

I have just managed to screw up a probably excellent testimonial that I would have received from school. Now that Mr Philips has been sodomised by me, he is very angry and is out to screw up any documentation I have in school. Oh well there goes a good testimonial with a black mark on it. Strangely I cannot give a fuck. In 7th Form camp, I did something I would never have done. This idiot was stupid enough to retort to me asking him to shut up. I replied "what did you say? I'll fucking beat the shit right out of you, do you want to take this outside? Fuck you, get out, I mean it, step outside." My fingers were already wrapped round my nun-cha-kus. Like Logan and James, I brought mine along to camp. I would have without hesitation or emotion, split his skull wide open. So to actually state if I enjoyed the camp. I would say. Yes. Why? Because I enjoyed myself more than if I weren't at the camp. That doesn't actually mean that I enjoyed the camp. Just that my time spent sucked less, so it was good.

Someone told me that they knew someone who said I was a nasty person. Well, to be honest that would be an untrue statement because nobody I don't know would know that. In the past I would have sought out the person to find out why they would make such an accusation and attempt to clear misunderstandings. Now. I can't give a fuck and if I ever find out who said that shit I would fucking kill the sucker.

And I don't even feel guilty as I scare of some of my friends.

:D