strandedinchaos.blogspot.com
i wanna make you move because you're standing still
http://strandedinchaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/stories-of-yesteryear.html
Saturday, May 02, 2009. The stories of yesteryear. Someone once told me to aim for the moon, because if i miss, i might still land among the stars. It never occurred to me that what i would really become is a piece of troublesome space junk. Someone said that one should be the change that one wishes to see in the world. More often than not, this change comes at a heavy price. Someone once screamed in my ear that pain is weakness leaving the body. Weakness never truly leaves. Keeping my secrets ; for her.
strandedinchaos.blogspot.com
i wanna make you move because you're standing still
http://strandedinchaos.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html
Friday, April 24, 2009. The cover of a book is actually very telling. However much people say you shouldn't use it to judge the book. Emotions, values, attitudes can be gleaned from it. Reading the cover can at times be more thought-provoking than the book itself. Everything that can be packaged has to be interesting. In words truth can be found but it is in the unspoken that beauty can be found. Search for the soul in the eyes and the heart. No amount of love or concern can be expressed in language.
strandedinchaos.blogspot.com
i wanna make you move because you're standing still
http://strandedinchaos.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html
Sunday, May 24, 2009. Is this a turning point? Is this where things will go further downhill? Or will they start to look up? Something's different about this. The weather is getting. Keeping my secrets ; for her. Thursday, May 21, 2009. A clash of wishes. There's something about this. That tears your heart. Rips your mind apart. That you are a slave to circumstances. Shackled by your own prejudices. One moment you are ready to take the plunge. And the next moment this overwhelming sense of fear grips you.
strandedinchaos.blogspot.com
i wanna make you move because you're standing still
http://strandedinchaos.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html
Sunday, November 30, 2008. September 1, 1939. I and the public know. What all schoolchildren learn,. Those to whom evil is done. Do evil in return. Keeping my secrets ; for her. Saturday, November 29, 2008. This means nothing to me. Coz you are nothing to me. And it means nothing to me. That you blew it away. Coz you could have been number one. If you only found the time. And you could have ruled the whole world. If you had the chance. Keeping my secrets ; for her. Msg if u wanna link!
jamiesteban.livejournal.com
Life is a chain...
http://jamiesteban.livejournal.com/tag/!happybirthday
Life is a chain. Surrounded with little crooks that test the strength and limits of a person. Thank you for visiting Jamie's blog. This journal was once a fiction dump page but I've decided to use this for personal ramblings and comments. Please be aware that all I post here and to my community page are all from my wasted mind. I do not hold any links or connections to Johnny's Entertainment, nor aim [but wished]to claim anything for myself. Blank journals will be deleted after some time. Near yet so far.
passingavery.livejournal.com
FB: Nations - &&this is the right turn, wrong universe--
http://passingavery.livejournal.com/3972.html
This is the right turn, wrong universe-. As long as im losing it so completely. There is an epic application on Facebook. It's fun, and doesn't take up more than five minutes per day. An example issue would be like the following:. Start an initiative to clean up the spill and get people ready to clean the shoreline if the spill reaches the land? Initiate a cleanup effort only if the spilled crude oil reaches the beaches in Stella Cadente? You make a choice, and a result is produced. You can receive u...
strandedinchaos.blogspot.com
i wanna make you move because you're standing still
http://strandedinchaos.blogspot.com/2009/04/ironies.html
Saturday, April 04, 2009. My life is being furiously torn apart by strong winds. But i will not be ripped to pieces. Because my backbone is strong. And my conscience is clear. But then again it is not up to me. Because who cares about such things these days? The earth spins all the time and we all need to eat and drink. Keeping my secrets ; for her. Msg if u wanna link!
strandedinchaos.blogspot.com
i wanna make you move because you're standing still
http://strandedinchaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/clash-of-wishes.html
Thursday, May 21, 2009. A clash of wishes. There's something about this. That tears your heart. Rips your mind apart. That you are a slave to circumstances. Shackled by your own prejudices. One moment you are ready to take the plunge. And the next moment this overwhelming sense of fear grips you. Stuck in the middle of nowhere. Your body unable to cope with your flickering mind. As if you could put a stop to it all. And yet you can't. And nobody gives a damn. Whose outcome interests them.
strandedinchaos.blogspot.com
i wanna make you move because you're standing still
http://strandedinchaos.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html
Monday, January 26, 2009. As you gaze out of the window. At a field brimming with life. Your hands grasping cold hard bars of confinement. You begin to wonder. With the gift of choice. The chance to chart your own destiny. Why bind yourself down with archaic rules. With lifestyles that were never meant to be yours? For you fear of losing control. Of losing your moral high ground. That you desire perfection in action. You risk losing the beauty of choice. You never believed in change. A is for attend b.
strandedinchaos.blogspot.com
i wanna make you move because you're standing still
http://strandedinchaos.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-did-things-end-up-this-way.html
Friday, August 14, 2009. How did things end up this way? It is amazing, is it not? That so many things can happen in 8 months. That one's soul and spirit can be broken and rebuilt, broken and rebuilt so quickly. Along with one's hopes and dreams. Along with one's stories and sorrows. Along with one's fibres and constitution. And so things change. Some more than others. Until it becomes surreal. When a story ceases to be a story. But merely a fleeting memory. When existence changes its state of presence.
