Archive for July, 2007

WEIRD

Tuesday, July 24th, 2007

like the song from hanson…
"isn’t it weird, isn’t it strange
even though we’re just 2 strangers in this runaway train
we’re both trying to find, a place in the sun
we’ve lived in the shadows, but doesn’t everyone
isn’t strangehow we all feel a little bit weird… sometimes"

i feel weird todayi’m waiting for a miracle
if you all know what i mean.

still staring into space. immovable by anything. or no one…
living in the shadows of feelings unexplained.feeling weird…

dying… of weirdness heeheehee
exaggerating in timeharharhar!!!what my brain can think of…well…this is what happens when i live in loneliness dramaanyway, i’m drowning… without waterharharhar

weird

i’ve got nothing to do and say… nothing on my mind"

strong magic…
dragons breathing,smoke and flames
little men with funny names
princesses with hearts of ice,
elves and leprechauns with no spice
the world was younger and more gay,
when magic happened everyday"
i remember the old days
heeheehee

part of CYD … and me

Monday, July 23rd, 2007

Yes…at last… the smell of freedom…

     Freedom from what? From thinking about it. It? What’s "it?" Well… "it" is still bugging my brain. So…it’s not really freedom…sorry for letting you believe otherwise.

     I’m thinkin this has something to do with you-know-who with you-know-what. If you’re thinking it has something to do with Harry Potter, think again…This might sound like Harry to you,but…sorry. You’re wrong. This has nothing to do with the boy who lived. This is about me. Cyd. Yeah, me.

     Going back to "it"… It is still bugging my brain. Which reminds me of bugs. Yeah, a lot of them in our backyard. Not our house, though. The TreeDwellers’ hideout’s backyard. Trees have backyards, too, you know.

     How do you take something out of your brain literally? It is actually letting my brain stop working. All day i’m thinking about it. I don’t even know how it got into my system. Do you understand why this happens sometimes?

     It’s all so sudden. I didn’t even know it was coming. Coming to get me…hahahaha…Well, I should say that. It has got me. Now I can’t seem to get it out my brain..or my system.

     It’s so difficult to face challenges when there’s something else bugging you…right?

     Now, why do we call it bugging anyway? Why not call it something else. Some bugs are okay…Right? It’s kinda stereotyping bugs like we stereotype people.

     Now, why do we stereotype people anyway? Is it because we are afraid we are alone in this world? I mean, being the "only" one is cool. Why do we label people this and that even if we don’t really know the real him or her? Is it because we see ourselves in them?

     Hmmm…I’m quite irritated with "it" already. Imagine, having to think about it every second of your breathing life…(as if there is such a thing as a non-breathing life)… or whatever it is you call it.

     Sometimes, I do feel that this has happened for a reason. A few times i have seen the purpose of "it" being in my system. And I can tell you it’s pretty much exciting and interesting. Here, i smile at myself and say "Too good to be true, Cyd. Too good to be true."

    Makes you wonder what "it" is about, too, right? Here’s what I can tell you…It is something your brain can take even if it makes yur head go dizzy, crazy, and let’s your stomach turn sommersaults.

   So, i’m not really in a hurry to take it out of my system. Not just yet. But, I would want "it" to be let out and see what happens. You know, take the risk. Not just now, though. I’ll keep "it" to myself, first…