Summer In January

http://iangraphy.blogspot.com/2010/01/forever-21.html

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

Please insert coins

Please insert coins

Please insert coins

Back to the future

http://iangraphy.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-you-with-your-head-on-my-shoulder.html

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...

ELMO for the EMO

To the that girl who had a bad bad bad and a down down down day

Lights, camera, action now smile.....

Really enjoyed that picture that you posted up on your blog :)

It was special times with really good friends and good moments and most important loved ones at one time.

"some days, you are just insanely sad for reasons you can't admit.
today is mine."

http://evelayn.blogspot.com/

Well, hey we all go through that insanely sad moment every now and then....that is life if not we won't be living. Embrace those moments and be grateful for the good times.

Can't none of y'all mirror me back, especially you can't never ever in neverland mirror me back
Out the country but the blackberry still connect
Who you gonna find doper than me with no pen and pants on
Soon you gonna see you can't replace me with cheap imitations for these GENERATIONS

Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
An all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
And I need you to remember one thing
I came, I saw, I conquered

All cause the shit I uttered above, was utterly ridiculous
How sick is this?

Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind

Now can I get an encore, do you want more

:)

The hunter and me

There was a hunter in the woods, who after a long dayhunting, was in the middle of the thick forest. It was getting dark and having lost his way and bearing, decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage.

After what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night.He approached, and found the door slighty opened. Nobodywas inside. The hunter flooped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning.

As he looked around the inside of the cabin, he was surpised to see the walls adorned by several potraits,all painted in incredible detail.Without exception, they appeared to be staring down athim. Their deformed features twisted into looks ofhatred and malice.Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable.

Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces,he turned to face the wall and exhausted, he fell into a restless sleep.

The next morning, the hunter awoke and he turned around blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up he discovered that the cabin had no portraits, only windows......