Track Thirty-Seven: What They'll Never Take

I never wanted to be here. It’s stupid, really. Really. Who wants to be stuck in their tiny cell, surrounded by these bleak, dull walls. Pah, it’s ridiculous. Really. Day by day, people just roll on in, never mind that guy who’s been there longer than the power switches. Never mind his carvings on the walls, counting down the days to his never arriving freedom. If I think about it, I’m just procrastinating the inevitable: I will die here, right here. Really. This chair will be my coffin, and this cell, my grave. Lodged between the normalities and lack of idiosyncrasies, here lies “X”, a man devoid of integrity, completely incomplete and a God-honest sinner. Pah, it’s ridiculous. If I stay here any longer, I might become just as apathetic as the very walls I’m carving. How ironic, I carve them, but they leave a bigger scar in my life. It’s pathetic. Really. Ha, I remember when Shannon came over to my cell. “What’s up?” he asked me. Isn’t that stupid? What’s up? The ceiling, that’s what’s up. A ceiling that’s blocking every bloody free thought from escaping and blossoming into a true desire, to run free from this damn hell hole, taste the tantalising liberty lingering just a few concrete inches away. What’s up? Stupid, stupid question. Really. You know, the only thing I’ve got going for me is my girl. She’s waiting on the outside for me. She’s all I’ve got left now, and she’s waiting. Really. With her eyes like the summer blue sky, auburn hair like the autumn setting sun, lips as red as the winter rose, her scent sweeter than the spring flowers. Just thinking about her makes me feel, happier? Yeah, that’s it. Happier. She makes me feel happier. I guess that changes things a little. I may still be stranded in this scantily secure slum, surrounded by these stupid scaramouch’s who ask me stupid non sequiturs, but then I just need to think about her, and everything’s ok. She’s waiting for me, she really is. And I can rely on her to be there. Really. But now, now it’s time to leave this absurdism, this surrealistic shithole for a temporary relief. I gather my dribs and drabs, and walk towards those gray, groaning doors. Drearily, deadened gates they are to me. The floor’s thick, thick with channels of people’s “thoughts” and “inspirations”. Pah, that’s blatant, hyperbolised rubbish. You want to know the truth? I’ll tell you, really. They’re all thieves. Plagiarisers. Not a single innovative idea, and yet they’re magnanimous in their “originality”, which they pilfered off someone else. Me on the other hand, I’m nothing but unique. Really. My channel’s nothing but pureness. These channels are like cocaine, really. Some are just filled with all sorts of shit, no potency, watered down to a fraction of their potential. Mine, on the other hand, is as if it’s just been taken from the plant. The tiniest whiff of it’ll knock you flat. Really. You know what though? All of our channels lead to one central nerve, infecting it with diluted drivel. Why do I even bother? It’s not like I want to be recognised is it? Oh no, I just love, love, love being jammed here between nowhere and nothing. Love it, I tell you. Stepping through those severe, grey doors of the elevator almost seem like passing into heaven. Really, it would be, if heaven was four metres high, three metres wide and three metres long. Who knows, maybe it is. Pah. I’m sick of this shit, it’s ridiculous. Really.

[As the elevator doors close, he casts a final glance through the gap at the rows and rows of desks. A small smile quirks the ends of his lips. He knows this is the last time he’ll see this place. The doors close, and so do his eyes. Goodbye, prison – cum – office. The real heaven’s waiting.]

Track Thirty-Five

Welcome to the Window.

As always, it's been a long, long time since I last made a Track, but to be completely honest, I just couldn't be bothered. There's so much happening, so many issues clogging my mind that it's literally impossible to find the time to sit down and write something like this. Well, now it's holidays, and I've sort of run out of excuses.

I'm not saying I've also come to the end of my issues. Far from it. On the contrary, my nice little irritations just keep getting bigger and bigger, but at least I'm staying positive! Well, outside anyway.

I don't want to keep doing this all the time. By this, I mean feeling like I have to wait to get hurt. It's along the lines of sitting on the train tracks watching a train coming towards you at a hell of a speed. I can hear it, I can feel the tremors rumbling through the tracks, I can see the blinding headlights telling me to move, and yet I just can't. A smart boy, that's what I am.

Give me a reason to justify
All these different reasons burning
I just want this pain to nullify
Disappear like a passion yearning

Take it easy everyone, and keep smiling =] Even if it looks like there's no way out.

Track Thirty-Four

I love the way everyone tries so hard to be unique. They'll go out of their way to create something they call "theirs", that is completely and utterly "random", never done before, never seen before, and one hundred percent theirs.

Welcome to the Window, and uniqueness is so rare it's almost bullshit.

You can tell a lot from a person from looking at their blog. Let's take me for instance. Judging by the type of posts I create, I'm a self-denying emotional child who thinks he can write pretty lines. When I want to feel good, I'll tell myself that I'm deep and meaningful, and a poet who creates epiphanies in a breath. Sounds so damn brilliant, I won't even need a degree with these skills.

Some people decide to have a stab at beliefs, ways of life, decisions, those sorts of things. They'll dress it up with some fancy flourishing language, with the occasional *insert stupid action between the asterisks* to make it look funny. Yes, they say they're expressing themselves, and there's nothing wrong with that. It's just a tad eccentric. Just a tad.

Then there are people who actually create a classic blog. They give us their day to day activities, which more often than not give us things to laugh about. All honesty, I wish I was the sort of person who could write a blog like that. Frankly though, my life's way too boring.

Finally, we have the poets, songwriters, masters of lyrical liasons, things like that. I swear, this category must have the most emos, it's quite funny.

You know what else is funny? I'm a huge hypocrite. I'm having a go at every demographic, something I dislike. Then again, the world needs hypocrites.

I should stop trying to sound so intelligent.

Take it easy everyone, and keep smiling =]

Track Thirty-Three

So I'm recording an RnB song. It's typically corny, cliche, and involves Shakespeare! The cultured MC I am. If you want to hear it to have something to laugh at, ask me and I'll send it too you, guaranteed to brighten up your day with a touch of stupidity and failed romantic attempts for sure.

Welcome to the Window, once again, it's been a while since I added to the Chronicle, which I only recently created, and I'm not really sure what to write.
It's been twenty minutes, and the best I've got is...
Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, or the ears, or touch. Let's not say something is shit anymore, because to the person who created it or discovered it may have gone to extreme lengths and efforts to bring it about. From now on, let's say we simply don't like it. That'll be enough I reckon. Smile =]

Take it easy everyone.

Track Thirty-Two

What is an insecurity? Is it a fear of failure, or perhaps to be unsure of the outcome? Funny thing is, I'm insecure about the fact that I don't truly know the definition of insecurity.

Welcome to the Window. Due to my limited English skills, I checked the meaning of the word insecure in the dictionary, and in gave me the definition as follows: "insecure = unsafe; not firm; liable to give way".
When someone says to me that they're insecure, I used to think it was simply that they didn't have confidence. However, the dictionary defined explanation of the word shed a whole new light over the potency of this word, and how deeply it can actually reach.
The words that flooded my mind post referring to the dictionary, were vulnerable, exposed, weak, afraid, stripped, broken, anxious, nervous, and another that just slipped my mind. All of these words seem stereotypical, and boring. We've heard them all before. But think of an image, or a scenario with each individual word. Vulnerable: a young toddler left alone in the middle of a busy street, open to the elements of our unstable society; a teenage girl who's just been sexually assaulted, beaten and abused both physically and mentally; a man in his late thirties, realising he wasted all his years of effort and education to simply take an occupation he despises, with no family and no money; an elderly man who's lost his wife, has children who dumped him in a home, as he clings to whatever remaining dignity he can muster, as Alzheimer's disease tears his mind and soul apart.

A couple who lost their children, their home, their livelihood, their friends, their entire knowledge of existence, all in a swift, yet brutal fiery blaze.

These are people with vulnerabilites, the people with insecurities. This small and simple word, harbours a lifetime of grief and sorrow, tribulations and despair.

The exact point I'm trying to make, I don't even know for sure. I guess I'm asking for a reevaluation of just how insecure we may see ourselves to be, and reasons behind it. You'd be surprised how little you might have.

On a final note, I'd like to ask you all to perhaps make a donation to the numerous groups and organisations collecting money for the Victorian bushfire victims, or even simply say a little prayer, hope for the winds to change and the rain to come.

Take it easy everyone, keep smiling =]

Track Thirty-One

Welcome to the Window.
Who would have ever thought that the simplest, and yet most heartfelt wish in a life could ever come from a rap song? Perspective is changing face.


Live In The Sky - T.I. Featuring Jamie Foxx

Life's ups and downs, they come and go
But when I die, I hope I live in the sky
All my folks who ain't alive, I hope they live in the sky
Pray to God when I die, that I live in the sky

It's true what goes around, comes back you know
So when I die I hope I live in the sky
All my folks who ain't survive, may they live in the sky
Tell God, I wanna fly, let me live in the sky

Track Nineteen

I noticed that this track was missing in the chronicles, so I'll just slip it in here. I think I was in a rather pissed off mood, so imagine this is all unhappy and filled with self-loathing.
Smile =]

Take it easy everyone.

Track Thirty

"Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody."

Catcher In The Rye - J. D. Salinger


Welcome to the Window, in a new year, and a new perspective!
No, I lie, it's pretty much the same, all cynicism, sarcasm, witty (or shitty) humour, obscure points of view, and other such items of uninteresting nature. It doesn't really feel like a new year, more like the beginning of the end. All drama and corniness aside, when you face reality, or when I do, this is what I see. We may be picking up speed, but things are coming to a grinding halt sooner than I need it to be.

Moving on. This may be the only blog/journal type statement that I make, but I'm so happy I have to share my jubilation with all two and a half of my readers. Scrubs is back! That's it.

Let's have a reality check. A wise man (all seriousness, I highly respect this person's opinion, and he gives what may be the most substantially beneficial advice you'll need to hear, even if it hurts like hell at the time.) this holiday gave me a little example of how a river or gutter can represent life. Both of these things flow in one direction, correct? If they display our pathway in life, we should go with the current, and eventually it leads to the sea, which can be a metaphor for all the opportunities in life for us. However, there are always those little bits of rubbish or "scumbags" as he eloquently described them, which get caught and stuck on the sides of the gutter or river. These "scumbags" never reach the ultimate destination, and in our reality, they never fulfill their full potential in life, because of the determination to be so different and open in the rejection of the flow.

Some of you, or, as I don't really have that many readers, one or two of you may be wondering what I'm rambling on about. Well, I'll cut to the chase. We all have a choice. To go on and achieve our best (I sound like my parents...) or to be obstinate with our rebellion (someone help me I really sound like my parents). I hate hearing this shit. Really, all blatant honesty, I loath it. The worst part is that it's true, and God knows we hate the truth sometimes.

Don't live to regret stupid mistakes in life. It's a new year, and it's a new opportunity to make some good. Finally. Don't screw up. Don't be like me. Put your head down, push on, and smile =]

Take it easy everyone.

Track Twenty-Nine

If you came from China and you wanted to go on a holiday to a really exotic and different place, you wouldn't exactly go to Beijing or Shanghai would you? Not for a holiday, surely. Perhaps Hawaii! Yeah, Hawaii sounds good, it's a CHANGE, something that's completely DIFFERENT, am I right?

Welcome to the Window. I'm here in another country, where I was hopeful to escape a lifestyle that I would face upon returning home. On the contrary, life is just about as uneventful, unentertaining, and depressing... especially in the areas where I needed the change. I'm not saying life at home sucks, but I'm not saying it's fantastic either. I'm saying that I needed the change, like a medication if you will, but it never came. Back home, it gets pretty lonely, and here? Well, at the worst of times I may as well have stayed back home.

There are a few things which provide a slight upside though. I'm treated with a little more maturity, so I feel a little more my age instead of a mummy's boy (the irony's killing me). Cheap shopping is the other plus, except it's a tad expensive when you have no money left.

The final positive aspect? Well, I'll leave that for you to figure out. It'll be really blatantly obvious, so smile =]

Take it easy everyone.

Track Twenty-Eight: Spinning Gears

Mere words are never enough to truly express the identical emotion purging and flooding the mind, and yet as this pen reaches this page everything flows faster than the eye can follow, more emotional than any mind could possibly dream of conceiving. It could take hours on end to till just a page with words, or it could take the space of just a few minutes. What truly drives a mind into the pensive state? Is it insecurities, or perhaps it could be fears, indescribable joys, or just the will to do something completely out of the ordinary. School days pass in a daze, minutes morph into morose and mundane months, yet they manage to steal away more from a person's life than any thief could envisage. Striking when we least expect it to arrive, we life in a state of forged dignity, pushing back any life that seems to hinder our road to personal gains and achievement. I struggle on a daily basis to comprehend why I try to cling to such foolish and materialistic values, in full knowledge of the fact that in only a very short period of time, it can all be taken away from me. Constantly, music is my greatest friend, curling up inside like a melodic ball of confusion to perhaps lull away the pain. Every note that plays pulls a different heart string, trigger and alternative stimulant in my body, and at times drives me to a state of pathetic bewilderment. Matching a tune to the individual needs of every feeling that raids my mind day and night proves to be always easier than I initially imagine. Breathing life into the words of the simple songs I write is always a greatest achievement, never failing to draw a smile of pure satisfaction and happiness. Yet here I am now, wondering whether or not tomorrow may hold a far greater and happier time for this soul, or perhaps another lonely memory, cracked and dry with the drought of yesterdays gone. Mind working at twenty to the dozen, new and refreshed thoughts stockpiled in every second of the years come and gone,

I say to you now,

Welcome To The Window

Track Twenty-Seven

"I may have failed, but I have loved you from the start."

Welcome to the Window. The world is undergoing a state of change. What was once considered taboo is now a leading and empowering reality. We live in a time where this is perhaps a necessity for us to survive, to move forward in unity and stronger than ever. This change is one of the very few positive ones occurring in our dying world. As much as we don't like hearing about it, and as much as it bores us, global warming and the environment around us are on the brink of slapping us back with all the rubbish they've received over the developing centuries. Not only this, war is raged all around us, people die from poverty, starvation, murder and the likes on a daily basis, and so many of us just sit around writing, reading or hearing about it and not really giving a rat's ass.
It's time we got some perspective in our lives.
We may believe that none of this will ever concern us, because "global warming won't really kick our asses in the next century, so by then we'll be dead, and then who cares!" Right? Right?! Um, no, sorry. Wrong. The reality of the situation is that our lives as we know them lie on a hair trigger, the volatility of our positions hardly registering in our frivolous minds though. We fabricate our own outcomes, and at the rate we're producing, we'll smother ourselves in the waste products of these desires.
I know, this may seem like just another one of those articles on "The truth about our planet" or whatever you may read, but unfortunately it really is happening, and going to only get worse if something isn't done.
On the upside, we have the opportunity to now turn to a new leader of the free world, who represents the ultimate in change, and perhaps, the chance to begin reparations. Smile, I've heard he's a cool guy =]

Take it easy everyone.

Track Twenty-six

"These hammers and strings
Have been following me around"

Jack's Mannequin

Welcome to the Window. It's been a long time since I last added a track to this compilation, so I thought I'd better resume.
Letting go is always easier said than done. For some, it's simply a matter of dumping that girl or boy they've been going out and hooked up with too many times. For others, it's leaving behind something that's not meant to be lost. I sometimes too easily say to people who've just lost a friendship that they should "learn from it, let it make you stronger, and you have better friends around anyway". When it came to me though, I found myself thinking, "Ah yes, right, I'm about as clueless and helpless as a... a... thing that's very clueless and helpless."
There's only so long you can really sit around in pools of regret and pity, but let's face it, the faster you get out the better right? Perhaps wrong, these pools get quite comfy.
So, in short, all I wanted to say was make sure you can walk the walk, and not just talk the talk, and yes, you can take it from me, because I do that all the time. Or not.

Smile =] and take it easy

Track Twenty-five

Greater than a mountain
Stronger than the tide
Deeper than the ocean
It's our power to decide

Welcome to the Window. Euthanasia and abortion, two words not thrown around lightly these days, especially recently, with all the debates on their legalisation and such. Which is right, which is wrong, which embraces the true values of life, and which has the ability to end destroy it?

Let's start with euthanasia. For those who don't know what this is, it is the act of mercy killing to put it bluntly. Right or wrong? Do you think the power to take a life should be left in human hands? Is it really the equivalent of murder? More than anything, it is a great responsibility and a commitment of trust, literally with a life. For example, if your best friend was dying from cancer, and all that remained of their lives was two months filled with grueling therapy, pain filled hours of consciousness, sleep riddled with aches and agony. If this friend pleaded with you to inject them with an overdose of morphine for a painless death, would you do it? It's so easy, so simple, to think yes immediately, but to do it, to really follow through with it, that's a different story. You are taking the life of your greatest friend, who you want to spend as many final minutes with as possible. The ease of saying yes is there, yet the real complication lies in the application.

Abortion, the A word that seems so taboo for some. For me, personally, abortion is akin to murder. As one of my two best friends said, heartbeat develops after nine days. Is that not a living being? What if, however, the parents were drug addicts, or known abusers, or just plain bad people? What then? Do we simply say: "Oh yes, well, that's a different story! The child would be deformed, or have a horrible childhood." Let me tell you, the only people to determine whether or not someone's life is horrible or not is that person themselves and God. Yes, we live in a country built on the foundations of Christianity, thus bringing it up is completely relevant. Sure, they may have a horrible family, or live in despicable conditions. Then there's the possibility of being born mentally or physically handicapped. Well, why not think about it like this, instead of abortion before they're capable of even the slightest coherent and functioning thought, why not wait till they grow up and mature, then ask them if it's alright to end their lives so that they won't suffer. See if you don't get a distressed reaction from those who want to make something of their lives, regardless of the tribulations they're faced with.

From the very few people who read this blog, if any of you get offended by this content, I apologize. However, these are my views, and if you think otherwise, good for you, tell me, and I'll listen. On the other hand, if you simply want to have a stab and say that my opinion is biased and obscured, I suggest you keep your mouth shut. If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all, just smile =]

Take it easy everyone.

Track Twenty-four

Simplicity is marvelous. Really, to watch a cloud slip across a clear blue sky is pure bliss. Well, not all the time, granted, but it's truly calming.

Welcome to the Window. Drawing and painting is a real skill that some people have naturally, or developed over a long period of time and hard work. Da Vinci spent over ten years drawing individual limbs of the human body, day after day, to perfect his form. Others are just plain talented, and could give Leonardo a run for his money. Today, I saw some pieces of art which really set my mind thinking. Not because they looked really deep and intriguing, but because I couldn't figure out what obscure lens the artist or creator was wearing over his eyes. In all honesty, some of the portraits, paintings and sculptures looked like a five year old had been trusted with a paint set and clay.

Then it occured to me: I probably couldn't produce anything much better could I? Really makes one eat the old words of criticism before they slip off the tongue.

Simple post today. Smile =]

Take it easy.

Track Twenty-three

It's the start of a new month, the end of a week, the middle of distress and I'm still not sure where I am.
Welcome to the Window. What do you call it when you watch someone else in your life always steal the limelight, always be one step better than you, and you can't help but resent them slightly for it? Could it be jealousy? Yep, sounds a lot like jealousy. There's always going to be a time or instance, where you'll try your hardest to live up to the expectations and levels that you know and believe will be significant to someone you care for, and then another person will coast through without even trying, and impress to no ends. Where does it really leave all the efforts you made? It's at this point, where different tips and advice are all handed out from left right and centre, some telling you to keep trying, and those urging you to move on and try something else. What to do? Let's see, you may as well give up trying, it's been done, and better than you could ever dream of achieving. As for moving on and trying something else, what if this was the culmination of all you ever wanted? Are you really just going to move on? I don't think so. You wouldn't settle for anything less than you know is your true destiny. It's at this stage that I find myself. I'm at a fork in the road, only thing is they both lead me to nowhere. Of course, I could sit and wallow in my self pity, but I'd rather not.

To us, when we see others being jealous of someone else, we sometimes tend to laugh at them, or maybe sympathise. Understand, that when you know that another person is better than you and going for the same goal, it's impossible to not feel even the slightest hint of jealousy. What sparks that jealousy even more is if they're not heading towards the same trophy that you are, but the prize simply seems to land in their laps. Here, the terminology "burning with jealousy" really rings true. Painfully so.

When you're jealous, it hurts you. More than you could imagine to begin with. Frustrating isn't it? Literally an unfixable situation. Yes, you can say to yourself: "At least I can do this!" but let's be honest, will "this" really get you anywhere? Sure, it might, but will it get you where you want to be?

Only thing left to do is grit your teeth, bear the pain, and smile =]

Take it easy everyone.

Track Twenty-two

It's another bullshit attempt
At something that I'll fail over again
Yet again, it's treated with contempt
And I'll wait here for the consequential rain

Welcome to the Window. Why do some people constantly try over and over again to achieve their goals? Is it sheer desperation, the need to prove themselves, or the real want to accomplish the task? For me, it's more stupidity than anything else. I don't learn from previous mistakes very well unfortunately. My method is along the lines of: "Place head in paper bag. Run towards goal." The worst part about this style is when you run into something that's not gonna budge. Slightly painful. What's your style? Smile =]

Take it easy everyone.

Track Twenty-one

"We had a real chance to change our description"

Notorious B.I.G

Welcome to the Window. People frequently ask me, do I enjoy being so different to everyone else? Do I like the fact that I stand out? Well, frankly, yes I do. I enjoy it because it's who I am, I refuse to let other people change who I am. Yes, I'm constantly presented opportunities to just slip into the regularity of what I'm expected to be, but if everyone did that, then some people would definitely have trouble with their identities and lives, who they socialise with, etc. You read stories and watch movies about how so and so went on a trip to wherever or around the world, in an attempt to find their true identity, and connect with their inner selves. Truth to be told, that is a load of rubbish, and sorry to all of you who actually believed that and I unknowingly insulted you. You don't need to waste thousands of dollars traveling from coast to coast, country to country. The harsh reality of finding your true self is to simply wake the hell up from your go with the flow attitude, and come to terms with what you really are. Take eccentrics for example. They are truly being themselves, not afraid to show it, and not afraid to take whatever kind of comments the world might hurl at them. Geeks, nerds, geniuses, all of them seem like freaks to us, because they have something that we don't, something that may not be considered normal, and so they get labelled all sorts of cruel names. At the end of the day however, it's impossible to not have a grudging respect for them at least, for their God given talent or the height to which they worked so hard to achieve. Sure, they wander around the school, all hunch backed, looking really odd, but at least they're not pretending to be something that they're not. At least they are happy with what they are.
Everyday, we cover up, at least partially, what we truly are. I'll admit to doing it myself, but that's the first step that's harder than the rest of the route. When you acknowledge that you have a problem, you've taken the first step to fixing it.
I just realised that most of this probably doesn't make coherent sense, so I'll leave it here. Smile =]

Peace out.

Track Twenty

Why is it that some people can't read? It's like the people who turn right when it clearly says "No Right Turn", or that idiot who constantly tries to push a door open when it says "Pull". Surely, people, surely man isn't that dumb?
Welcome to the Window. Now, for those of you who read my "about me" section, for God's sake, read it thoroughly. I ask you not to judge me, and not make yourself sound and look like an absolute tool. I'm not fake, not an imitation, not a "wannabe" or a poser. How much clearer can I make myself.
For those of you who actually have a problem or any issues with my blog, please, by all means, send me a message, email me, call me, tell me to my face, however you want to do it. This is beyond a joke, if you can't summon up the courage to actually say it to the person, then keep it to yourself. And for those of you with these opinions with an iota, a tiny fraction of intelligence who've realised that their issues regarding this blog are stupid and petty, congratulations, you're on your way to getting a diploma in life skills, so smile =]

Take it easy everyone.

Track Eighteen

The sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoia's brought me to my knees
Lord please please please
Take away my anxiety

Black Eyed Peas ft. Papa Roach

Welcome to the Window. Thinking nights tend to suck. Very badly. I mean, it's hard for a mind to function properly with only three hours sleep no? And when you're constantly plagued by thoughts that you know will drive you insane, watching yourself being brought to your knees by the anxiety and paranoia is even worse.
I noticed something really odd. For the last three days I haven't done any dancing at all. I honestly don't know why, I just haven't really felt the want to just jam. For me, this is a disturbing development. Music hasn't felt the same as it has, I can't feel the rhythm, the beat as well as I could, I can't lose myself in it.
Lord please, please, please, take away my anxiety.

Take it easy everyone, smile =]

Track Seventeen

I noticed from a photo my friend took yesterday, that I happen to have this one really massive neck muscle. Yes, I thought that was a necessary piece of information to share with everyone. Now I have, you all know a bit more about me.
Welcome to the Window. It's one of those days, where the sun was shining, not a cloud in sight, and then it starts to piss rain. Speaking of which, why is it that rain falling resembles sadness? "The sky is crying with me, mirroring my emotions." Hahaha, no offense, but the sky couldn't give a shit about your emotions. I love the rain, the wind, dark weather, all the weather that emo people like to reflect their pain with. Unfortunately though, in my eyes, the rain shows a change, the washing away of the day's problems. Wind brings a sharp slap in the face to tell you to snap out of your self depressing state, and dark weather is just dark. That's all. End.
Hypocricy is on the verge of everyone's lips. You can deny it, you can accuse someone of it, regardless of how much you may try defend yourself of being a hypocrite, you are one, and every defensive word leaving your mouth simply digs your grave even deeper. Best move I'd say is just keep your mouth shut.
So, as a result of this epiphany, I will end here. "It's so totally the bad weather. Rain is my pain flowing."

Haha smile =]

Take it easy everyone.