Vance has you....

...Vance has you...

Wake up Neo...
...Vance's Sanity has you...
...Follow the white rabbit....
...Knock Knock , Neo...
I AM THE ONE!

Tuesday, December 23, 2003

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The holidays are at a twilight however one would still feel the incomplete and dissatisfied irritation. Too much time for the accomplishment of things... But one never seem to have the excess of time... rather the more time one has, the more one wastes it. One would have the thinking that there's more time so it's not necessary to be in a hurry. The thing is everyone is guilty of it.

Things I did not complete, having some solitude... need some time by my ownself to think about my life and to regain the curosity to know people. Solitude does not mean distancing from my loved ones and peers. Solitude is just a way to find the love for people again. Training my sports... bball and soccer, most importantly floorball. There is always these sudden changes that the games have to be cancelled. Lionel is having his papers so I do not have the chance to pick the game up from him... Personal training by a national player in floorball. Building up my stamina and to just chill out at the beach... did not do that too.

Too caught with other things. It may be that there is never enough time. But I feel that it's not about the amount of time, but about making the most out of it.

Quote: It's not about the quantity, but the quality.

What's left? The liberation of man kind...?2:15 PM

Wednesday, December 10, 2003

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Poison by Alice Cooper

Your cruel deep eyes
Your blood like ice
One look could kill
My pain your thrill

I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch)
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (too much)
I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains

Your mouth so hot
Your web I'm caught
Your skin so wet
Black lace on sweat

I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (and pins)
I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't wanna touch you, but you're under my skin (deep in)
I wanna kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains

Just remembered that years ago I went by the alias of Poison'me online. Personally coined the alias when I was feeling down and suicidal- well, almost. Then I wanted a name that could show the world of my emotional turmoil and discontent. No longer is there bitterness or discontent of the world. Is it one has given up or has one just grown accustomed to the disparity of the society? That what is wrong or morally unjustified. Does one ever walk away from things that are wrong, shrug one's shoulders, and carry on with one's business? Or does one unhold justice, demand that the wrong be right?
Poison was chosen on three levels of consideration. One, the suggestion of danger. Second, the poisoning of the others. And the poisoning of one ownself. I think I contaminated the lives of many people- making them angry, emotionless corpses. Or I could just be thinking too highly of myself. Contamination needs a carrier, I seem to be the carrier, who poisons himself too. Not too old to be qualified to say that I am hardened by life, but enough to say that the things went through were enough to let me know how easily the poison of selfishness disseminates among people. Hurt people hurt people to feel the sensation of hurting people and to have people in the same plight. Sprouting idiosyncrasies? I might just get away with that. Lest one disagree that there is truth in what I had said.

Quote: Hurt people hurt people. Everybody hurts- do they hurt or do they all feel hurt? That is your interpretation.

What's left? The liberation of man kind...?2:00 AM