Saturday, May 22, 2010
losing who we were.
I've got to start moving ahead.
This week's been tragic, though I can't know how tomorrow's gonna by my day like. Well, let's hope for a good one then. Sometimes I wish theres somebody's shoulder to lie on, I doesn't wish to show any empathy. Neither I need sympathy. I'm weak its true. Every pictures' shows a story behind.
Today I'm gonna tell you mine. Life's been good every now and then I spoke to lord. Everythings' been fine. And today I've break down, after hearing a sentence, even a little tinny bit sentence crash me down. I did, want to cry. How can you say him? I know you maybe my kin, he's like another more kin person, soul, to me. He may not gave me everything, but the one thing he gave me was secured. If you said he was unlucky, that what you mean, "Suay". If he is suay, then my life would be actually hopeless. He gave me hope every day I called upon him. He's linked to me. He's my FATHER, my lord, my kin est. Sorry, you can't break me away from him.
losing who we were.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
I've got to start moving ahead.
This week's been tragic, though I can't know how tomorrow's gonna by my day like. Well, let's hope for a good one then. Sometimes I wish theres somebody's shoulder to lie on, I doesn't wish to show any empathy. Neither I need sympathy. I'm weak its true. Every pictures' shows a story behind.
Today I'm gonna tell you mine. Life's been good every now and then I spoke to lord. Everythings' been fine. And today I've break down, after hearing a sentence, even a little tinny bit sentence crash me down. I did, want to cry. How can you say him? I know you maybe my kin, he's like another more kin person, soul, to me. He may not gave me everything, but the one thing he gave me was secured. If you said he was unlucky, that what you mean, "Suay". If he is suay, then my life would be actually hopeless. He gave me hope every day I called upon him. He's linked to me. He's my FATHER, my lord, my kin est. Sorry, you can't break me away from him.
About the blog
This blog is, in essence, an outlet for me to vent and has been for many
years. It is filled to the brim with daily observations possessing little - if
any - substance or value, alongside a mass of photos (the majority of which are
of myself. But why bother suppressing your vanity, right?).
I took on to the blogging scene many moons ago when I used to 'typE lykk diiSh'
and when Britney Spears was still hot and weighed 20kgs less. So to say that a
lot has changed thence would be beyond an understatement.
Given the numerous instances when I wanted to shut this blog down (due to
schooling and general disinterest), this site is still going strong after
several name changes and countless redesigns. Gotta pat myself on the back for
that.
I can only hope that you like what I do. :)
Whose blog?
Welcome to the life of a first-year of a offically adult living off the sale rack, fast food and reality
television. My name is Joey (Alista), but to be politically correct, it is only a nickname. From Google results,
I am apparently a footballer, someone's man defender, and variant of greek. Pretty neat. I find overalls
to be rather peculiar, along with the male species. Partially a student tryin' to kick off some time to do a little
daily-lifestyle of what any other youth does. Nearly to be a makeup-artist, but sitting behind computer feels more secured.
