Friday, November 7, 2008
My desires.
Ahhh!!!! I want to play OTOME!!!!!!!! BE IT PLAYABLE ON PC, PS2, NDS!! Despite how I dislike fangirl-ing... I am still a gamer, and a girl to top it with.
I want the new innovation of PSP!!!! SO THAT I CAN PLAY MANYYY, MANYYYY, MOOOOOORE GAMES, RANGING FROM RPGs, OTOMEs,
I want LOTSA GAIA GOLD!!! Just to make me feel better, teehee. It's greed, I tell ya, GREED.
I want The Pandora!!!!!!! I can surf the net anywhere and anytime I wish to!!!
I want to have FERGIE'S, DOLORES', OR KONNO HIROMI'S VOICE!!!!
I want to BE ABLE TO PLAY THE VIOLIN SUPERBLY WELL!!!!!! (someday, maybe)
I want to BE IN ANOTHER DIMENSION!!!!! Then, perhaps, I would be able to experience how is it like living in a fantasy world.
I want to HUG MY LITTLE SISTER MICHELLE TIGHTLY AND CARRESS HER SMOOTH, FAIR CHEEKS!!!!!! (okay... I admit that sounds horribly wrong.)
I don't want to GO FOR F*CKING CHOIR PRACTICES.
I don't want to DO MORE MATH THAN I HAVE ALREADY DONE. Even if it's necessary.
I don't want to BE LOOKED DOWN UPON. Especially by those who don't know what I actually am capable of. If I'm serious, I can make you cry, kneel and beg me for my mercy. You would even be willing to lick my soles.
I don't want to BE CAGED OR CHAINED BY RESPONSIBILITIES. Let me roam free!!!
I wish to... ESCAPE FROM THE REALITY I'M FACED WITH, even though I know I won't be able to.
Life is a prison,
Oh God let me out.
No one to listen,
To hear when you shout.
Climb the walls of insanity,
Ride the waves of despair.
If you fall it don't matter,
There's no one to care.
Used to wish for a window,
To see birds, trees and sky,
But you're better without one -
Stops you aiming too high.
Watching freedom is painful,
For those locked away.
Seeing joy, love and happiness,
Another price that you pay.
Strong is good, weak is bad.
Be it false, be it true.
Your mind makes the choice,
And enforces it too.
Cell walls built by society,
With rules to adhere.
If you breach the acceptable,
You had better beware.
Hide the pain, carry on,
Routine is the key.
Don't let on that you're not,
What you're pretending to be.
Lock it all up inside you,
How badly that bodes.
Look out for that one day,
When it all just explodes.
Leaving naught but a shell,
Base functionality too.
But killing all else,
That was uniquely you.
So how do you grow,
With a timebomb inside?
Or how to defuse it,
Without destroying its ride?
You can't.
Yes,
You simply can't.
I want the new innovation of PSP!!!! SO THAT I CAN PLAY MANYYY, MANYYYY, MOOOOOORE GAMES, RANGING FROM RPGs, OTOMEs,
I want LOTSA GAIA GOLD!!! Just to make me feel better, teehee. It's greed, I tell ya, GREED.
I want The Pandora!!!!!!! I can surf the net anywhere and anytime I wish to!!!
I want to have FERGIE'S, DOLORES', OR KONNO HIROMI'S VOICE!!!!
I want to BE ABLE TO PLAY THE VIOLIN SUPERBLY WELL!!!!!! (someday, maybe)
I want to BE IN ANOTHER DIMENSION!!!!! Then, perhaps, I would be able to experience how is it like living in a fantasy world.
I want to HUG MY LITTLE SISTER MICHELLE TIGHTLY AND CARRESS HER SMOOTH, FAIR CHEEKS!!!!!! (okay... I admit that sounds horribly wrong.)
I don't want to GO FOR F*CKING CHOIR PRACTICES.
I don't want to DO MORE MATH THAN I HAVE ALREADY DONE. Even if it's necessary.
I don't want to BE LOOKED DOWN UPON. Especially by those who don't know what I actually am capable of. If I'm serious, I can make you cry, kneel and beg me for my mercy. You would even be willing to lick my soles.
I don't want to BE CAGED OR CHAINED BY RESPONSIBILITIES. Let me roam free!!!
I wish to... ESCAPE FROM THE REALITY I'M FACED WITH, even though I know I won't be able to.
Life is a prison,
Oh God let me out.
No one to listen,
To hear when you shout.
Climb the walls of insanity,
Ride the waves of despair.
If you fall it don't matter,
There's no one to care.
Used to wish for a window,
To see birds, trees and sky,
But you're better without one -
Stops you aiming too high.
Watching freedom is painful,
For those locked away.
Seeing joy, love and happiness,
Another price that you pay.
Strong is good, weak is bad.
Be it false, be it true.
Your mind makes the choice,
And enforces it too.
Cell walls built by society,
With rules to adhere.
If you breach the acceptable,
You had better beware.
Hide the pain, carry on,
Routine is the key.
Don't let on that you're not,
What you're pretending to be.
Lock it all up inside you,
How badly that bodes.
Look out for that one day,
When it all just explodes.
Leaving naught but a shell,
Base functionality too.
But killing all else,
That was uniquely you.
So how do you grow,
With a timebomb inside?
Or how to defuse it,
Without destroying its ride?
You can't.
Yes,
You simply can't.
left at 5:11 PM