2 Old Friends

It's been 2 years? 3 maybe?
You know, they've grown.
All of them.
I wish you were still here.
You'd be so proud of them.
Ha, facing stuff like boy-problems and all.
You would have taught them a thing or two.
Maybe even leant a thing or two.
As I watch them do the crazy things they do,
I just can't help to reminisce bout the times when we were so like them.
Ha, I was getting a little irritated at all that screaming and horrible singing until I realised that we did those too.
Now even sad memories makes me happy because those were the times we spent with each other.
You know, maybe things would be happier with you here.
I would like to punch you.

You...
I guess this was the best outcome of what happened then.
You know I never looked at it from your side of the story, until recently.
And I really HAVE gotta thank you for making me who I am today.
If you didn't kept your distance. If you had let me have my way,
I'd probably be like some scum out there.
Man.. Haha, I was such a bastard! Really.
I'm really sorry. And yes, grateful too.

Love

Love is of the mind.
Not of the heart.

Chirstians

Christian?
A follower of Christ.
Pro-active.
Dead.

Any Tom, Dick and Harry can call themselves Christians just so long they believe in Jesus.

So what actually separates the "real" christians from the fakes?
The sheep from the goat.

What makes us different from those out there?
We feel what they feel.
We think what they think.
We sin like them.
Oooo. Those treacherous dubious thoughts.
Ahhh. Those ensalving emotions and sensations.

Does it really matter if one just comes to church and spends half his time here?
Does it matter if one gives his money?
Do we love conveniently?

What actually seperates the sheep from the goat.

World.
People live in worlds.
Worlds that vary and differ in every sort of way.
Not the earth or the globe so to speak.
But realms, domains they create in their minds.
In these realms we create ourselves.
We sometimes even create others.
It is through these realms that our creativity comes to life.
It is through these realms that we perceive the the "world" and the people around us.

Think of these worlds as part of out body.
As though it is alive, just as alive as we are.
As though our very blood is flowing through it.
It bleeds when hurt or damage.
However the the pain is worse than any physical pain imaginable.

Our worlds are connected.
Everyone's worlds are connected.
By blood vessel and and arteries through which blood flows.
The number of these bridges is in proportion to the similarities the worlds have.
Like as though are sharing each other.
And if you sever worlds which are connected by many, it could be fatal.
But those with little, nothing but a mere negligible scratch.

However sometimes one world takes too much blood from the other.
And doesn't return it.
Moreover it gives that blood to yet another world.
Bones.
Bones symbolizes the love the worlds share.
If these two worlds are not connected by much blood vessels or ateries, but by a singular bone.
What should be done?
Severing it will mean the bone will have to go. The core will have to go.
Leaving it will mean that one will eventually die, from the lost of blood.

What would you do, if it is you losing that blood.

Angels & Airwaves

I-Empire, released on the 6th of Nov 2007.

This album, anticapated by fans like me, turned out to be just ok.
I expected something that would blow my mind away, just like their first album, We Don't Need To Whisper, did.
The moment I got home on that day, I immediately put it to play, hoping for something extravagant.
Track after track, hoping for one to fill me up with emotions or at the very least give one of my legs a good feeling to tap to.

Oh well. Though none of the above happened, after listening to the album over a few times, I seemed to like it more. Well of course not more than their first. Maybe, I made myself like it more, like how dear ally did for the pussycat dolls. HA.

I must say, i still do enjoy this album and worthed every bit of my $18. A MUST HAVE if you're a fan.

There you go... My half-assed of a review.

Discography:
Call to Arms
Everything's Magic
Breathe
Love Like Rockets
Sirens
Secret Crowds
Star of Bethlehem
True Love
Lifeline
Jumping Rooftops
Rite of Spring
Heaven

It is like this.

It is like this.
This, this, the very feeling of losing,
God-given and blessed, this very gift of writing...

Despair may be like this.
Cubic room
Blackened walls
Total darkness
Only a stand-alone beam of light above me.
Behind a desk
On a wooden chair
Laid out: A pen, a paper.
Somehow it seems the walls are closing in on me.

Hope. It may be like this.
Strict and firm.
Raw and forceful.
Loud and wild?
A treasured friend came like this.
A treasured friend came with these:
Comfort, care, confidence, faith.
It may be these.
But love it is.
I'm sure it is.

Now re-attained,
God-given and blessed,
This very gift of writing
Must only be used for one thing.
Love it is.
I'm sure it is.