That frustrating moment when you lost everything except your fats.
yes! yes! tomooo
BIG NEWS! Clarifying earlier “news” reports: we are releasing “True Romance”, our first single from the new album, digitally worldwide on April 17th on Epitaph Records/The Boombox Generation. Stay tuned for more details!
FINALLY, A NEW MCS SONG!!!!!
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My summer so far…
- It’s been ages since I last did this.
- Or even post personal things.
- Anyway, I’m broke. I’m going out with the housemates tomorrow, but probably this is my first and only day out this summer.
- I’ve been reading a lot. I finished Michel Faber’s The Fire Gospel, David Almond’s Heaven Eyes, and Suzanne Collins’s The Hunger Games trilogy. One book per day. Time for the seventh book of Artemis Fowl, I guess. Or The Lost Hero, perhaps. Whatever.
- Other than that, my life is a cycle. Wake up, eat, surf, repeat.
- My grades seem to be a suspense movie. Only 2 out of 6 have been revealed. I’m waiting, alright. Ah, the agony of waiting.
- And I dunno if I’m getting better at DotA or it’s just that my opponents are inept in playing that game. Yes, I like old school games.
- And probably someone will unfollow this blog after this post.
- Because this is personal and no one cares.
- But whatever.
Anonymous asked: Hi! Do you read The Hunger Games?
Uhh, I watched it on Thursday. Currently halfway through the first book. :)
Hello! Please read and react on our investigative report!
It’s about earthballing. I do hope you read and comment on it. :)
What’s Up With the Semicolon?
Because semicolon is my favorite punctuation mark.
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Transit: Canton - Pour Toi: Your Sail, My Sail, Etc.
I just want to say goodbye
so I can feel alive again
It doesn’t matter if my ship is rusting
I just want to feel alive againBut the sky’s all grey
These clouds are brewing a storm
And the raindrops are piercing through my skin,
leaving marks of still burning loveI just want to say goodbye
so I can be alive again
Let go of the things that bind me to you—
the moorings, the anchors, that got caught up on youBut it’s hard for me
to lift just a foot away from you
And the farthest I have gone
is here, the place where you’ve left me off.To retract is the only thing I can do right now,
it’s just hard to move.
I can see that your sail has already set
but I’m still here, stuck, fixing my shipI just want to say goodbye
so I can be alive again
Let go of the things that bind me to you—
the moorings, the anchors, that got caught up on you.
My moorings, my anchors, that got caught up on you.
My moorings, my anchors, that you’ve finally set loose.A couple of days after I asked Lee for a copy of this song, his song, I’ve decided to ask him if I could post it here. Well, for the sole reason of being polite because I didn’t want to just post a song of someone I know without letting them know or asking them if I could. But here, while I was asking him for a copy, he was telling me the story of how he wrote it and I was crying while he did. I was excited since I first heard it on @vpg’s Liyab and I was eager (but shy) to ask him. As soon as I got the song, it became my new favorite and it’s been that one song that I’ve played the most the past few days. Straight, played it on iTunes for about 50 times.
Though I’m not in the same situation as the song suggests, the sadness just hit me and I was in tears half of the times that I played it…
pica
n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic chuckle, a nod of mutual respect, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random and unexceptional but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.
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