| What Your Hands Say About You |
 You are logical, analytical, and rational.
You have good verbal skills.
Flexible and broad minded, you can fit in to any situation.
There's no telling where your life will take you.
Brainy and intelligent, you are intellectual to the
point of being incomprehensible.
Your emotions tend to be well though out.
You're willing to wait out a bad situation,
and you're never too quick to act. |
Wow so believable... I don't believe it myself -_-" Then again, how many people actually understand me?
Hmmm... Recent saga in my life is over. I think. Finally, the robin is able to free itself of its chains and suffering... (Thank you. Need not say more=))
Trying to fix up my new skin. It's not really working. Maybe I'll revert back to my old one if this doesn't work.
HTML... curses! Curse the countless number of codes and stuff!
Understanding. Where the heck did that go? My mental library's dictionaries can't seem to find that word. The library's toppled yet again... Thankfully there was no fire, extinguishers came at the right time. Yeah... what kind of fire? A burning sizzling spark, waiting to erupt, but drowned in reality at the right time.
To think of it, how many people in the world understand me at all? Well bad enough if the people around me already don't. So what if there's this silly blog here? How many people bother to read? Or how many even talk to me at all? Even in class, when we're sitting in close proximity, which one of those classmates really talk to me? HARDLY A SOUL. If there's anyone in my class with soul.
Or perhaps, it's me. I decided to do the shutting out. Teachers can't probe, neither can my friends. "Questions to ask, class?" I want to raise my hand, but I hold back. I do not want any of them, any of those 'sempaii' to be concerned by such a mere student. I’d rather be a digit in their eyes, not a person, not a whole person. I’m not worthy of anyone’s concern… I don’t wish to have anyone concerned over me.
But there are a few. And I thank the heavens for these very few.
Now stupid blogger’s down as I was typing this post. Doggone it. Stupid. Oh well. Playtime!
As I was saying… Those few, are the ones who genuinely care about my existence. So few, so far. There might be some who do care, but they don’t really know how. I feel sad each time I think about it. So little time, so few words. Then there are also people whom I wish they cared, people like… never mind. Not my parents though. They fall in the previous category. They do care, if not why’d they bother sending me through education? And clothe and feed me… I’m already thankful for all that. But it’s the needs of the heart they cannot really care for, which is what I find pitiful…
The heart. Merely an organ which helps us live. It does not think or feel like the brain, the main control centre of all our bodily functions. Yet we always refer to relationship problems or feelings as 'affairs of the heart', 'heartbroken', 'tugging at your heartstrings', 'my heart aches' etcetc. Why? Perhaps it is because without these feelings, we are as good as dead. The heart sustains us, so do our feelings and emotion. But emotion is so deadly, powerful, astonishing, painful... It can drive us to succeed, power our hopes and strengths, but yet it can cause our downfalls and destroy self-esteem, turn us senseless. Feelings. The only thing which connects us to others. The force which always is present, to remind us that we're all human, and it's natural...
Just tore a hole on my leg... infected (eww) again, I'm returning to one of my alter egos. Well, at least the youngest one. Perhaps, if I could take the qualities from this alter ego, combine it with my current demeanour... It'll all work out. Then I'll hold with my flithy worn hands the dream I saw so long ago, the dream set in my heart when it was still bright and warm... It now is a dark mass, contorted with delusion and ideals, needles stinging (I think even literally too, with waning health) with the poison of past, the bright red flames of emotion and ambition licking the arteries and muscles once again... And two tiny white buds (as my sis would put it) Two small feathered buds, down covering its frail-looking form...
So there's the robin, shaking free from one of its bonds, breaking away, slowly and surely from the others. Take flight, my feathered companion. Even if the world were to change, I'll still hold on. I'll still sing that song.
"Moshi mo sekai ga kawaru no nara...
Nanimo shiranai koro no watashi ni...
Tsurette itte, omoide ga... iro asenai you ni...
Tsurette itte, setsunasa ga, oitsukanai you ni..."
My WoRlD rEvOlVeS rOuNd and RoUnD mY LiFe sTorY... My DreAmS and HoPeS, mY reNeWeD sTreNgtH... And My NEW LoVe!
Jobichi~san whacked you at 1:57:00 PM
