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Apr 19, 2005
forgetting

   Wow, I hate forgetting....It's so stupid that mortals have this period of time that they can remember everything in and out of that time everything is just a blur.  The passing of time is just weird in and of itself.  You can't see it or realize it's there until it's gone and then you feel the burn on your skin as it warps it into a husk of a person that used to reside within it's decaying magnificence.  Forgetting what you love and what you have done and been is the most tragic thing a mortal has to endure.  It's hard forgetting yet so easy when you do forget that you forgot you forgot something.  It's weird how this phenomenon happens everyday and we don't realize it until someone tells us.  Forgetting is the ultimate sacrifice given by ourselves to ourselves for those things we would rather not remember while destroying those things that we cherish but are given as balance.  It's hard to forget....and harder to forget forgetting.  Forget that there's nothing to forget and you will remember everything.

Posted at 03:35 am by LordHibiki
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Jan 17, 2005
musical chairs

I have no idea what the title has to do with this post but i guess it does pertain to music.  ask your self what music entails.  does it entail the emotion of the writer?  or maybe the artist?  maybe both?  what if music has the emotion you put into it?  could your emotion ruin a thing that's as beatiful as the sunrise?  could your own perception destroy something that you should hold dear?  take for example the appreciation of the sun.  if you think it is evil then the sun...a nice and bright thing becomes dark and foreboding of evil.  does that make sense?  or how about this example you're reading a book and then you don't like a character that just was introduced.  then does the whole book become ruined or is it that you feel taken aback from this annoying character that won't go away.  does that clear it up?  i have no idea what the point im trying to get across is.  but i must have some point.  but anyway, i guess it could be that perception is only affecting what you see and not what you feel....something like that i guess.  lol i don't even know what i mean anymore....^_^  explain to me what i mean if you know what i mean

Posted at 04:18 am by LordHibiki
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Jan 3, 2005
interesting

HASH(0x8bc2b80)
Your Hidden Power Is Water


You have a rather calm soul, but when tempted
will get pissed off at those who bug you. You
do whatever you can in your powers to help
those of your allies and have a okay taste for
human kind, but you find them rather annoying
on occasions.

Gem Stone: Saphire, Eye Color:Ice
Blue,Hair Color:Dark Blue that's long
that goes to your waist.

Quote:If you wait for me Then I'll come for you. Although I've travelled
far, I always hold a place for you In my heart. If you think of me, If you miss me
once in a while, Then I'll return to you. I'll
return and fill that space in your heart

What Is Your True Hidden Power? .::Beautiful Anime Pics::.
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I thought this kind of interesting b/c i've never come up with water before.....i've always felt an affinity with wind and this is telling me water but the way it sounds makes me feel that i have an affinity with both. well, i do love water lol ^_^ anyway, what you guys think?

Posted at 01:55 am by LordHibiki
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Dec 15, 2004
MY POCKY!!! HANDS OFF!!!

 


You Are Milk Pocky
Your attitude: caring and charming Smooth and silkly... invigorating and natural. You are like comfort food for the soul.

MWAHAHAHAHAHA

Posted at 11:11 am by LordHibiki
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Nov 30, 2004
obsession

The ugliest thing in life is to get an obsession.  And I find myself with a lot of them these days.  Such as DDR, bugging Sarah, bugging Sandie, or WOW, or school when I have to go to it.  The nastiest thing about obsession is that you can't stop it no matter what you try.  I have tried stopping some others that I haven't mentioned and have half way succeeded to, but overall it makes no difference.  LOL.  Obsession lies the life to ruin by making you seek out one or two things all your life.  To the point where nothing else matters.  I need to get rid of mine....LOL.

Posted at 07:26 pm by LordHibiki
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Oct 23, 2004
Time

     Time is a cruel master.  Teaching the common mortal that there is no escape.  Watching the faces of his victim with sadistic ecstacy.  The soul is condemned  the very moment it is sent to earth to find a body.  To live on this earth is a tragedy.  The soul is trapped by body and time until time allows it to flow freely again at death of this world.  Time the ultimate score keeper the carrier of the keys allows no one the pleasure of another close soul.  It drives the train further and further on allowing no breath of fresh air or pleasurable moment.  Seeing time as a body is almost impossible unless you find a moment of retreat and think about him.  You can only see him when you really look at your life.  See that he has not let you remember the happy times of your childhood, when if you do remember it's as if it was all a huge dream.  If you do ever look at your life, at time himself, look if you were happy, see for yourself what you have done, what you have accomplished, those kindred souls that you have encountered.  Were you happy with them, were you floating beyond time's reach.  What would you give to hold that moment in your fingertips, to experience it again and again for all of the time that he has a hold on you.  Would you give that which time can only give you?  Would you give that moment your life to have it.  To hold it and remember clearer than two seconds ago?  When time lets go of you what will you think of your life?  Will you remember each and every moment as happy and filled with those you care about?  And if you are wondering who this pertains to, everyone one of you who reads this, it's pointing at you and myself.  Remember your happiest time, hold on to it, and find it again by doing it again.  Love that time and the people you were with, b/c these people are there for a reason, they are there for you to love and cherish.   Remember your friends until time takes them away, until we all go away forever. 

Posted at 08:35 am by LordHibiki
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Oct 7, 2004
Friends

My friends are my life
they are everything to me
I want them to have no strife
to confide in me what hurt

I want my loved ones
to have their happiness
I want my friends
to have a happy life

I want a life
that can make me happy
while my friends
are there with me

I want my friends to be proud
proud of what I've done
proud of what I've helped them do
I want my friends to live

If my friends surpass me
I will be proud of them
If they seek my help
I will give it freely

I want my friends to stay
I want my friends to succeed
I want my loves to be happy
I want my life to be happy

I want my friends and loves to be happy

Posted at 02:16 am by LordHibiki
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Oct 3, 2004
Parents

I do wish that my mom had stayed with my mom.  I don't know what kind of person I would be today but I know that I wouldn't be the same.  I think I would definitely be weaker.  The things that I've been through since my parents divorced haven't killed me and they say that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.  I have held on to that belief becasue I feel like I am stronger mentally than most people I have met.  I would like to believe that I could go through anything and do anything no matter what the mental consequences but I can't I still have limits but as far as I know those limits are far beyond most poeple that I've seen.  My mom's situation is one main thing that has made me stronger.  Being called names hurt, yes, but I learned valuable lessons about people's opinions and I learned how to judge people's attitudes.  When my mom moved away, I hated it.  I hated the fact that she was leaving us with our dad.  But that's when I grew strongest.  My dad made us do everything that kept us alive without anyone telling us.  Although we didn't clean the house we washed, cooked, and dressed by ourselves, we made ourselves happy by playing in the woods with our cousin.  When we would go up to Virginia and visit our mom I hated leaving b/c that made me hate our situation even more.  I hated to see our mom cry b/c it made me cry.  It kept me going that she still cared about us that she still wanted us around.  When we came back and found that our dad was going to get remarried...I didn't know what to think.  I was glad to be sure, but then I found out what she was.  She was what many would call evil.  She made us do everything we were used to but made us clean, it wasn't a bad thing but if we didn't do i tlike she said to she would beat us and blame her life on us.  I didn't like her but being with her made me sorta stand up for myself on the inside and made me learn to ignore everything and put up with tons of pain both mentally and physically.  When I finally moved to Virginia I was ready to be silent caught up in my books and pretty much staring at the floor.  Then I met friends and they made me even stronger.  No matter what my mom was.  They didn't care, I didn't either.  I still don't.  I am glad I met those friends I did.  They taught me to be myself and do what I wanted when I could because that is what you pay people for.  To do what you want them to.  I became stronger and am now living on my own and doing pretty well I think.  I am strong because my situation played against me most of the time and I lived through it and I still have those morals that I instilled in myself, and most people like me.

Posted at 07:36 pm by LordHibiki
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Sep 30, 2004
the way it goes

there's no end to this place
no end to the hate
there's no end to the circle
that places everyone.

there's no place like home,
no place like the heart
there's no  place here
no place to depart.

there's no words to tell you
no words for what i feel
there's no words to describe
no words for you.

there's no world to live on
no world since it was destroyed
there's no world for me and you
no world since it's gone

there's no way to it
no way to get by
there's no way to us
no way to get back

there's just this way
the way to get together
this way the path is narrow
this way we must tred
together.

Posted at 04:08 pm by LordHibiki
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Sep 25, 2004
Time to elaborate...

     Ok...here's my life story.  well most of it.

For those of you that don't know I was born on July 14 1986 at 10:18 am in Augusta, Georgia.  I lived in a small town if you would like to call it that called Couchton, which i think was in South Carolina on the border with Georgia or in Georgia.  Anyway, my baby sitters were two sisters named Angie and Jennie who lived in a trailer next to us.  We had an inground pool and bamboo forest in our back yard.  I remember sometimes Angie and Jennie would be at our house and to backstrokes across the pool and teach us how to swim with our little floaties.  In 1990, my parents got divorced b/c of money and my mom moved to Aiken and my dad moved to Graniteville.  My brother and I lived with our mom on the weekdays and went across town to be with our dad on the weekends.  Our mom moved about six times within the county of Aiken within our first four years of school.  At the end of fourth grade my mom decided to move to Virginia with her girlfriend of the time..Tracy.  Tracy had lived in Atlanta for a few years and had lived with my mom for a year or two in Aiken.  Tracy was one of those traveling nurses and she loved her money.  If she found something disatisfying about a place she didn't go there.  She was very particular of how she spent money and how everything was done.  They moved to Virginia on a Thursday in 1996.  After that I began living with my dad in the quaint town of Graniteville.  It was a mill town..the first textile of the south was built there and is still running.  We went to the same elementary school we did during kindegarten and part of first grade.  We were basically living on our own at that point.  Our dad every day after work was at a local bar with our grandfather and we would be outside playing in the old crumbling house next door.  We played at our grandfather's house in the add on to the trailer or out in the huge driveway that was nothing but sugar-sand.  Or we went halfway up the driveway, (about 1 1/2 football fields length), and we would join our cousin in some imagination games.  If our dad was in a particular good mood that day and it wasn't cold we would go down to one of the three ponds located on the family property.  That was fun b/c they had a huge platform in the middle that we would dive off of into the deep part.  It was a man made pond but we didn't care...as long as we stayed away from the stumps left in the ground.  During the summer my brother and I would go to virginia to stay with our mom for a while.  One summer the summer after my mom had left we were in our mom's apartment and we got a phone call from our dad.  After a few girlfriends that my dad had he had finally found one that he liked enough to marry and he decided to do just that.  When we got back down to South Carolina we found out exactly what she was.  She wasn't a woman but a strict thing.  She made us clean and do stuff we hadn't ever done before...while she sat on the couch with our dad and watched tv most of the time.  When they got there new trailer with two acres of land we were happy.  But then we found out how much work it takes to keep that lawn clean cut and how much pine trees actually shed.  We vacuumed mostly everyday and we hardly ever got to go over to our friend Brian's house.  We were basically allowed to go to school and do housework and do our homework and eat and sleep and play silly imagination games with each other in the backyard.  When our mom finally got a house in virginia we were so looking forward to it.  Mind you this is now in 2001 and we have had to put up with asking for everything, even a glass of kool-aid, and now we were our own person.  It took us a while to get used to it and frankly I don't think I ever will stop asking if I can get something to drink or eat the last piece of chicken.  We met friends up here that we never thought we would have.  I met Sandra and Alla and Sarah and Erin and so many others that have influenced me so directly.  It's nice to be able to see all the friends that I have impacted personally and realize how exactly each one has impacted me.  That's been my life until very recently.  I have moved away from home.  I have become independent and wish I wasn't.  I've moved away from comfort and every one of my friends that I cared about so much like Sandra and Sarah and Alla that I just don't feel like I should be here.  I want this degree and at the same time I just want to be young and I just want to be home where I don't have to think about when my next bill is due.  I want to be free. I want to be with that one that I have found that loves me.  I want to be with the one I miss the most.  I want to be with Sandra.

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