What A Sight

Its been an interesting week. Is it just me or are my holidays more busy then my "normal" days.

I've been digging up some of my older music that's been buried for ages. Thanks to Ben-ji Yap.

Did someone say (Silverchair/Nirvana/311/Alice In Chains/Better Than Ezra/Pearl Jam/GnR/Incubus/Third Eye Blind/Creed/Counting Crows/Everlast/Garbage/Goo goo Dolls/Metallica/Nine Inch Nails/Smashing Pumpkins/Weezer)?

And the best song of all?




You're the analyst
The fungus in my milk
When you want no one
And you've got someone

Through the wind you crawl
And laugh at burning dunes
When no one else will ever see

Now that you know why you feel like you do
Their turning their head
Whilst they wait for no one
And finally i know
Why you feel like letting go

Im watching you watch over me
and i've got the greatest view from here
im watching you watch over me
and i've got the greatest view from here

mistakes dont mean a thing
if you dont regret them
so pack your tactic toes for the winter
chain a waterfall to burned and withered skin
no one else will ever see

Im watching you watch over me
and i've got the greatest view from here
im watching you watch over me
and i've got the greatest view from here


Now that you know why you feel like you do
They're turning their head
whilst they wait For no one
And finally I know why I feel like you're letting go

I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here
I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here
The greatest view from here
The greatest view



How grungy. I like.


con el amor, la paz, y las papas fritas

Jon.

I Forgot About Those Times. And Now I Remember.

Its been a long and awesome day.

Tears. Of sadness and of joy.

Laughter. Natural and provoked.

Fear. Of the unknown and the expected.

Love. Lost and found.

Trust. Gained and lost.

Wow.

All That DRAMA.

con el amor, la paz y la carne de vacuno

Jon.

Witty Title.

It's about one moment. That moment that changes everything. You think you know where you stand but then you are pulled up from under your feet. It's all about the choices. The choices you make everyday that affect your future. However some choices have larger effects on your future than others. I made some decisions and took some actions recently. Now my future is no longer as clear as I once thought.

I snapped my laptop shut and leaned back in my seat. Raising my eye level and casting a stealthy gaze around the library I saw what I usually saw: a sprinkle of my fellow college goers and a lecturer or two dotted about. Many students were deep in concentration, probably for the upcoming exams. Most were either robotically typing on Laptops or quickly etching as many facts as they could from the dusty books onto an A4 pad. Unlike the others, I was simply abusing the wireless internet connection to update my many internet profiles and journals, as well as checking up on the days latest entertainment and music events.
It was then I made my first choice. I rose quietly from the desk and slid my computer into my bag. I pushed my chair back slightly so I could escape unnoticed by my busy peers. In this process however (as per usual) I knocked my phone off the desk. It hit the ground and broke the glassy silence with what seemed to be the loudest noise I could make. I was wrong. Feeling the floor slightly rumble I gazed out the window and watched as one of the neighboring buildings on the campus exploded and erupted into flames. The shockwave shattered the windows of the library and everyone in the room was thrown violently to the floor. The shards of sharp rain showered over me. I was practically deafened by the noise of it all. I only could hear what seemed to be distant screams and wails of sheer terror and harrowing pain.
It was mad, ridiculous! I opened my eyes and scanned what, only moments ago, was a peaceful study scene. Now it had suddenly turned into ground zero. All the tables had been turned over and many bookshelves had fallen, possibly crushing people beneath them. I had been thrown full force across the room and slammed against a wall. I then lay face down. My back was in tremendous pain as I forced myself to my knees. I could feel my own warm blood dribbling down the side of my face.
Questions of reasoning to account for the explosion swirled in my mind. The room spun around and I felt extremely unstable. I leaned forward and placed my hands on the ground. My stomach churned and tightened and I tried as best as I could to keep the vomit down. Taking a deep breath I stood, with some difficulty. My hearing began to return to me. This was when I realized the real horror of this catastrophe.
It was like I had been plunged into Hades itself. All around me were faces covered in tears and blood, twisted into shapes like gargoyles, forever in agony. Many people had shreds of glass impaled into them; others had their bodies broken against the floor from the impact. I could hear sirens in the distance. Would they be here on time? Would these people survive? Is there anything I could do?
That one moment. That's all it takes. I had to make a choice, I was well enough to selfishly flee from the library before there was another explosion. Wait! Maybe I could try to help some of these people, but I might hurt them more. I’d never even done a first aid class! These people; some even my friends, my teachers and my fellow human beings. They all have loved ones, they all have lives, they all have hopes, and they all have dreams. I don't know how long I stood there contemplating, but it seemed like and eternity went by. Like I saw my entire life played out before me. I was snatched back to my nonsensical reality as the doors of the library were flung open. Paramedics rushed into the desecrated room, athletically dodging debris to reach those in need.
My crisis of conscience was over. The professionals were here, the people would be saved. Finally I went make my escape to safety. Yet I couldn't move. I watched, as if it were a movie. The paramedics ran over shouting things at me and at each other. What had I done? Should I have been helping? I cast my eyes downwards and saw the foot-long spike of glass that was piercing my chest. Everything went black.
One moment. That's all it takes. You make that choice; what seems like a small decision can make all the difference. Why hadn't I stayed sitting?

Random? No.

con amor, paz y cordero a la parrilla

 Jon.

And we start.

Yes.

i am jumping on the bandwagon.

i want this to be entertaining.

i think this is gonna take up time.

i think st francis stand an awesome chance in the drama competition.

No.

i will not rant here. or at least not too much.

i will not use this to launch personal attacks. but i may make an exception for bloody.

i will not use "cinapek" english on this blog.

So.

i have no idea what these pages will say in the coming days.

i have no idea who will read this.

i have no idea what comments this may raise.



con el amor, la paz y la cena

Jon.