Friday, June 10, 2011

Summer In January





A week after the truth finally came out…and it lasted a year and more or so.. It took me a week to digest the heaps of bullshit that was given to me a week prior to that date, dated on that blog entry was the week after the confessions. It’s long gone but the scar remains….
This place is so empty, my thoughts are so tempting I don't know how it got so bad. Sometimes it's so crazy but nothing can save me, but it's the only thing that I have

I tried to be perfect but nothing was worth it, I don't believe it makes me real, I thought it'd be easy but no one believes me. I meant all the things I said

If you believe it's in my soul I'd say all the words that I know.
Just to see if it wouldn't show, that
I'm trying to let you know that
I'm better off on my own

Riding high on the hills and the suburbs of usj and down town, shows you that there's more to life and what we have...Actions have spoken louder then words and the moment is gone how could anyone bring it back to that moment :)

It isn't like a movie or drama, this is real life with blood, sweat and tears and real feelings not a make believe world which we all wish we sat in it like sims on your nintendo 64 play it till you get bored and hit the restart button or get cheat codes until your memory code goes doo doo daa baa nuts then reformat and get it started again. Game Over re-start in 9 -8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1


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Back to the future




How I felt the whole time, said so easy in such a short note....



Durian River Village

Thinking back and having much time today, I was just going through stuff that had been written on this World Wide Web portal for rants and feeling and what not and realized that going back on this particular entry :

http://iangraphy.blogspot.com/2010/11/silent.html

I have to say family and friends are the most important thing in my life, correction check and tinkerbell that brown love of joy….

So yeah just a quick entry for today…
Might write more might not…Hannibal Lecter comes in deep at weird times...