It Rains Both Outside and Inside

I am currently weeping because of a Kate Nash song.

I really love Kate Nash. Her songs are amazing. The words cut through you like a knife. Anyone and everyone can relate to at least one of her songs.

Before I post the lyrics, I just have one question;

Why do I still love you?

The Nicest Thing

All I know is that you're so nice
You're the nicest thing I've seen
I wish that we could give it a go
See if we could be something

I wish I was your favourite girl
I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world
I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile
I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style

I wish you couldn't figure me out
But you always wanna know what I was about
I wish you'd hold my hand
When I was upset
I wish you'd never forget
The look on my face when we first met

I wish you had a favourite beauty spot
That you loved secretly
'Cause it was on a hidden bit
That nobody else could see
Basically, I wish that you loved me
I wish that you needed me
I wish that you knew when I said two sugars,
Actually I meant three

I wish that without me your heart would break
I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake
I wish that without me you couldn't eat
I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep

Look, all I know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen
And I wish we could see if we could be something
Yeah I wish we could see if we could be something

Through A Bag

Karate is a wonderful thing. A few hours ago, I was in angsty emo mode. But then I went to train and now I feel better! There's just something about kicking a bag full of sand that fills one with inner calm.

The only downside is, I had this delightfully angsty emo poem half finished in my head. But it's gone now.

So really, there is no point in writing any more.

(Actually, the truth is that my body is full of endorphins at the moment, and so my mind is relishing the wonderful feeling and thus cannot be arsed to compose anything.)

Progress isn't made by early risers. It's made by lazy men trying to find easier ways to do something.
- Robert Heinlein

Oh, How Things Change

I read through my old posts, and realized just how many things can change over the course of 2 years...

Mostly for the purpose of my own entertainment, I'm going to write what I think about some of my old opinions.

For starters, in this post I ranted about how much I hated emos, and people who acted emo.

Total number of emo posts to date: 8, (plus these unlabeled babies: O_O, @_@, -__-, O.o, T_T, ^_^, ^_~, and others that I might have missed...)

Perhaps I should start hating myself?

From this post: "I must say, the movie's really good. I actually rushed here when it was done, cause I wanted to give it a review while it was still fresh in my mind. I loved it! Absolutely loved it!"

I'm sorry, younger self. Your older self isn't too fond of that movie anymore. She believes it to be riddled with "facts" which have no basis in reality. The overall plot was good though, she gives you that.

I'm not too sure anymore about the conclusion that I reached here... Sometimes beautiful things can exist for no reason. Plus, I'm coming close to believing that maybe there is no higher purpose! Maybe life, the world, the universe and everything was just an accident. But humans fear that their struggles actually mean nothing, so they create their own purpose. It's like trying to make out images from smoke.

On the subject of this post, I'm really really surprised with the "results". I know for a fact that I've swore more than a couple of times here. Just goes to show that you can't trust a mere handful of samples - you have to take *several handfuls*.

About the Devil Girl arc from Sinfest... there have been updates. I'll be posting them soon.

That's basically all I wanted to talk about. For now.

It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But the half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor.
- Neil Gaiman

I Am Not A Masochist

My fingers hurt... mainly because since this morning I've been strumming wires sharp enough to decapitate someone.

Yeah, I decided to finally pick up my lonely guitar and teach myself to play. This poor instrument has done nothing but collect dust in my room. Today, it can finally serve its purpose. I've always loved guitars, so it's probably high time that I learn how to play.

I'm doing pretty well now... After 8 hours of practice, I can play Pachelbel's Canon quite decently!

I just hate that I keep imagining the strings cutting through my fingers... I'm particularly wary of the C Major chord...

But yeah. Off to murder my fingers again!

I want every girl in the world to pick up a guitar and start screaming.
- Courtney Love

I'm Confused

This man confuses me;

That man is Gackt. He's practically a J-pop god. I still can't make up my mind about him.

He's the typical J-pop star. Cool, polished, a tad feminine, stylish, sexy, feminine, ambiguous... feminine... Better get to my point before his fans murder me.

His music isn't the kind I usually listen to, but I like some of them anyway. Top of the list would be Mizérable... mostly because he looks fantastically fecking HOT in that coat...

From another angle.

Oh and uhm, nice lyrics. Yeah. It's a love story. As most J-pop songs are...

I still can't decide if I like him or not.

I mean, as mentioned before, he is the typical J-pop star (*cough*feminine*cough*). But on the other hand...

...he's Gackt. And he's hot.

And he's kissed Hyde, apparently. Numerous times. (As evidenced here, here, and here.)*

[So it might not be that the man actually *kissed* Hyde, but more that there have been numerous *photos* of them kissing. Don't kill me.]

I'm not posting the image because my blog cannot handle the hotness... I mean, Gackt AND Hyde? Hahaha.. ha...

Please excuse this fangirl... just going to step out for a bit to implode.

A carp on the cutting board sleeps as it reflects its fate
- 'BLACKOUT', Asian Kung-Fu Generation

The Demons Strike Again

Okay.

So I was going to do this long, rambling post detailing the events of my summer vacation. But truthfully, right at this moment,

I. Just. Cannot. Be. Arsed.

Blame the demons Procra and Stinashun if you will, but really. Blame all the tiny demons that have been plaguing me since last month.

I know I said: 'I stopped fighting my inner demons, we're on the same side now.' But the fecking bastards defected to the side that I abandoned. So technically, we're at war again. And I don't think this one will end soon.

Here's another reason to have a devil on hand.
It does make all the little demons more... bearable.
- 'Haunted', Chuck Palahniuk