My heart stopped as I gazed at the sea of white before me...It was the most beautiful thing in the world!
No cars, no houses, no lights, no sound except the blazing wind on my back, everything submerged beneath the pure snow. I ran out into it, my feet sinking until the snow came up to my knees, soaking my pants. I didn't care. I pulled on my gloves and grabbed a huge ball of snow and threw it at my sister. We kept running and throwing, enjoying our little snowball fight. I laughed as I hit my sister with one right in the chin and she fell backwards, playing dead and making a snow angel on the ground. Laughing, I skipped around her and made a halo above her head.
The wind began blowing harder and harder untill we were forced to go back inside, the frost biting into our fingers and legs. We looked around, the white blur blinding everything. It kept whipping our faces, making our nose and cheeks red as fire.
The blizzard is going to last all night. Who knoes how high it's going to be tommorrow!
Another year has passed, another year older then before.
Spending the day in one of the most wonderful places in the world surrounded by my most treasured possesions.
Having dinner in an amazing diner with my mom, sis and very odd but fantastic cousins, embarressed as they sang in front of everyone in the room.
Gathering a group of my new friends from work and heading over to the cinema to see the Disney movie Tangled since I'm a huge cartoon fan (great movie by the way! Worth the Disney name!).
And the best of all... the snow spraying the ground in pure white, brushing past the windows and flying across my eyelashes.
The cold wind numbs my face, my fingers frozen under the gloves as I hold my hood up. I was born for this weather, the feeling refreashing among all else.
They are but sparks of life that dissapear before they can live.
They are nothing.
They live for nothing, for there is nothing to live for.
The world is dying and we are the illness.
The words fill my head as I walk down the street, footsteps echooing around me as people pass by yet distant to my ears. They head to no destination, they walk to no where. The world is infected, the disease too terminal to heal. I look around. The symptoms are everywhere, a display of realtiy for the non-believers.
Humanity taints it, corrupts it. Gluttony screams out of every building while Lust roams its streets. Greed controls the economy and Politicians are ruled by Envy. Wrath stains the soil with blood from war and Sloth brings disaster. Yet among all, it is Pride that rules us. It is due to pride that we stand where we stand now, in this perishing land our ancestors had once called home.
The world is the embodiment of sin. Therefore, dear readers, what is to happen to a soul when placed among sinners?
I cried several times after listening to this... no matter how many times I heard it, I'd end up crying all the same. Please pay attention to the lyrics! It is what makes us appreciate a freedom we have because there are always others fighting for it.
"I am a young war veteran who cries every time I hear this song. I look into my son's eyes and can see how good God has been to me...Thank You!" - John
"I remember when we used to sound off every sunday we went to church to say what week we were in. I remember when I first heard this song I cried." - AF
"As the mother of a Marine, this song makes me cry everytime I hear it." - Melany KG
"Please remember that freedom isn't free!" - Anonymus
The moon that had once shone so brightly in the dark night sky of my past has forever been obscured in this new world. The sins of mankind even the heavens taint, their greed destroying all we consider precious to our future. My first love behind grey fog hides its face, the silver glow a distant shadow to hazy to be seen, all its splendor gone. To whom shall I speak of my thoughts now that he has disappeared? To whom may I whisper my dreams and desires if my voice can no longer reach such gentle ears? No stars shine in this dreary night, no lights sways in the midst of such grey clouds of pollution. Nothing but indefinite uncertainty lay beyond my bedroom window. No light to shine my way and only darkness behind me.
As we were pulling up to the school gates I couldn't believe the sea of people that swarmed the sidewalk. As we approached it only seemed to get bigger and bigger while more students kept adding to it. Me and my sister waited way in the back away from everyone else, just staring unbelivingly at the number of kids that were going to take the test. The nerves were beginning to claw at our stomachs as the doors openned, showing the way into its maze-like depths. Slowly, step by step we all got in, bashed together inside the stone walls, everyone talking and laughing, listening to music or texting on their phone. Anything to distract themselves, I guess.
"TWO LINES, PLEASE!" Someone yells from the front of the crowd.
And at those words I swear (I don't know if it was the nerves or if my mind was going insane) everyone funneled in and made two perfect lines in a flash. I couldn't stop myslef from laughing as a picture of a school of fish came into mind. After squeezing in the best I could we finally came to the front desk were two staff members were waiting for the admission tickets to see if we were allowed. I handed mine over and was asked to wait aside while they checked a few others. My sister was behind me and as she handed her ticket the guy just glances up, turnes back to make sure I was still there then turns to her and says: "I'm gonna take a wild guess here and say you two are sisters."
While we waited for a reasonable group to form so they could take us into a classroom there was a "tumor" forming in one of the lines. One guy was in line and his friends were grouped next to him outside, so that when it was his turn, they would all go. But the teacher at the front didn't quite like that.
"HEY, FELLAS!" Everyone stopped and turned to find out what the commotion was about. "I said TWO lines. I know you're from THIS school but that doesn't mean you guys run the joint. Now all of you get in line!"
"What are we, in the cafeteria?!"
I don't remember when I laughed that hard before an exame. It certainly kept my mind of the fear for a while.
Ironiclly they DID lead us to the cafeteria. It was the only largest place in school to fit so many people and we still occupied at least 50 more classrooms. O.O
Then everything went as predicted. They read the rules, we started the test. 25 minutes and pencils down, breath, another 25 minutes and pencils down, 5 minute break, 25 minutes and pencils down, breath, and so forth. It was like that for three hours! And I there still wasn't enough time to do everything, can you believe it?! You can't do anything in 25 minutes!
Well, after that was over, everyone was back to their carefree selves. The teachers were awsome and very kind. As they were collecting the answer sheets one of them turns to us and says: "How did it go?" Me and my sister both twiched our nose and he smiled. "First time, huh?" As we nodded back he just chuckled and said: "Don't worry. I'll see you back here in two months again." O.O
Yet when we where leaving something felt wrong. I know we were all more then happy to get out of there but everyone was literally running out of there. Teachers and all! That's when I heard someone behind me say: "Man, if these people don't hurry up we'll miss the game!!"
As I turned on the computer and clicked on the icon for the video call my heart skipped a beat. There they were. All of them, looking at me with smiles on their faces. I couldn't help but smile back widely. Just seeing them was the greast thing in the world. However it hurt me so much when I realized that they were on the other side of the screen and not there by my side. Seeing them, their happy faces, made me miss them all the more. It hurt so much... but it was worth it, if it meant seeing them for just another moment.
A few days ago, my mom recieved a call. Two hours later she tells us that over on the other side nothing has changed. Since we left he did nothing but change the lock and hired a maid. Nothing more.
It's been almost two months and still no word, no call.
On this side of the word everything is basically the same routine every day. I sleep until late, only to wake up to go to work and come back late, just to go to bed late and wake up late all over again. Everytime I have a spare minute, I use it to write, or read, or study for my nearly approaching SAT's, or take a walk with my mom... Always the same, day after day...
Last night my friends at work asked me and my sister to go for a coffee with them. After much persuation with our mom we managed to go. We talked for an hour or so but then we all went our ways because some of us had to work early in the morning. One of them instisted on taking us home because it was already late so we walked to her house to get her car so she could drive us back... I know what yo're all thinking, but it was her idea... But instead of taking us straight home she drove us around town and we just talked. We talked for another hour or two, remebering the years when we were still kids, little secrets from work...
That brought back many memories of my time with great friends, expecial because she curses as much as a certain someone I know! lol. Yes, you know who you are. ^.^
The only things that make me look foward for the next day is the idea of sending you all your gifts. It's not much but it makes me feel a bit better, knowing that I will never stop taking to you guys, that even though the distance we can still be in touch. Which also means you all have to tune me in on certain details from that side as well. XD
The days pass, the time wasted brings back the feelings of longing for all my friends...
My sister and I were watching Criminal minds the other day, about a boy who thought a science fiction novel was the ultimate and true bible. He came to believe that he was the hero of the story due to facts in real life that, by coincidence, happen to be similar to his. Many people died, victims of his bombs which he claimed to be "the tools to eradicate the humans who created them". All of a sudden my sister jumps out with this:
"And I'm Eragon, the mighty shadeslayer! Where is my sword? I shall destroy Galbatorix and all those who oppose me!" With a sinical laugh she turned and added "Except Galbatorix is living somewhere in Texas and is now going by the name of Gorge Bush."
Type: TV
Episodes: 12
Status: Finished Airing
Genres: Action, Comedy, Shounen, Supernatural
Duration: 24 min. per episode
Rating: PG-13 - Teens 13 or older
Synopsis
Akina, Hime, Kotoha, and Ao are four members of the Hiizumi Seikatsu Soudan Jimusho (Hiizumi's Everyday-life Consultation Office), which, in addition to helping the people deal with tough times, strives to preserve the peace of their little town, Sakurashin, by hunting down the troublemakers who dare threaten it.
Hime is a superheroine. Ao can read minds. Kotoha can conjure up anything with the right word. And Akina…well, he possess a very unique gift that can be just as deadly to his enmies and to his friends. Together, they protect the town of Sakurashin. But that's not easy, as the town faces demon dogs and other supernatural threats...
CAUTION! : Very gory anime, very heavy song! If you do not like metal music or can't stand blood, please DO NOT watch. Thank you.
AWSOME AMV!!! Thumbs up to sorrowofdestiney2009. And the song is one of my favorites!! It fits perfectly, as expected from the wicked band Disturbed...
I thought about it all day, the conversation repeating itself in my head over and over. "Why don't you feel confortable to talk about it?" It was only at the end of the day as I went to bed that I remembered why.
Because the weight I feel in my chest after I open up hurts far more then if I just kept it to myself.
"I like to think of it like your holding a balloon. The more you keep things to yourself you fill the balloon with a little bit more of air. What do you think will happen to it after a while?"
Of course I know. It's gonna pop! I'm only gonna have another nervous breakdown like I did ever time I reach my limit. But again, it was only when I thought about that the right answer came to me.
But if I let the air out even if it is a little, what will happen to the balloon then? It will fall on top of me, weighing down the dark beast in my chest.
That's why I don't like to talk to anyone, expecially a shrink. I mean, she picked me apart with such small common words and the dog card (she bought in her pet, not knowing I'm a sucker for dogs -.-' ) that I didn't even think, my mouth sorta moved by itself. Now I feel even worse...
Not much too say except that I have to memorize a bunch of vegetables and bread codes, and my feet hurt like hell from standing up for 5 hours straight but other then that I don't understand why people keep complaining...
Two weeks and not a single job, yet when at last someone calls me another proposition pops up. So here I'm standing looking at both opportunities and wondering which to pick.
On one hand I have a Kid's store, and that means hanging around annoying kids all day, complaining to their parents how they want this and that, while attending the clients and stacking cloths.
Ôn the other hand I have a grocery market, in which I have to work at the cash register and pick up abandoned baskets. As a perk I get my sister's company since she works at the same place.
Yes, that's right. My computer got infected the other day by a very well created yet irritating virus. It's called Security Masters AV.
Security Master AV is a program that impersonates an anti-malware program, but is in fact a computer infection that uses deceptive tactics to make you think you are infected. This program is considered a rogue anti-spyware program and is part of the Virus Doctor family. Security Master AV is typically installed through Trojans that pretend to be legitimate programs, but instead install this rogue onto your computer without your permission. The installer will also create numerous harmless files that will be detected as malware when Security Master AV scans your computer. When installed, the rogue will be configured to start automatically when you login to Windows. Once started, it will scan your computer and state that the files it created during installation are malware files residing on your machine. In reality, these files are harmless and pose no harm to your computer. They are only being shown to you in order to scare you into thinking that you are infected in the hopes that you will then purchase the program.
This monument was made by a Russian artist, Zurab Tesereteii, as a gift to the United States, symbolizing the tragedy of the 9/11.
It faces New York, lined with the Statue of Liberty. The copper rectangal represents the the twin towers, the crack in it's center shows where it was fataly wounded by the plain and the teardrop represents all the tears shed do to the loss of thousands of people. At it's base is a wall of marble, inscribed with all the names of the people who died in the attack, among them Chinese, Portuguese, Russians, Italians, and many others from all different countries and religions, from Christians to Muslims and Budists.
An estimate of the death toll according to some sources shows that a total of 2,749 people died in the attacks. Of the total fatalities, 600 were on the floors of World Trade Centre hit by the planes, 147 were abroad the two planes that were crashed, 412 were rescue workers trapped when the towers collapsed and about 1,590 were on the floors above the ones hit and died when the towers collapsed.
The whole world suffered by this attack, not only the United States and this monument stands to prove it. The only sad thing is that not many know of it...
Many times its the little things that hurt more then the rest, little signs that normally you don't pay attention to in your everyday life, details you never take for granted until they suddenly change. The weather, the streets, the food, the sky, the cars, the people...
Things are so different yet so familiar, that sense of nostalgia overcoming any rationality.
Everyday I wake up, trembling to some new nightmare, and look around to find myself staring at some foreign house with no cable or landline, a complete dead zone, glancing out the window only to see a cloudy sky on the verge of raining even though the tempreture could easily be comapred to that in hell. I go through the day, eating food I remember from my childhood while I laugh at the usual daily cursing routine. The old couple I'm staying with, long family friends, couldn't be more polar opposites and hearing them fight every day is like watching a hilarious episode of Tom and Jerry.
I constantly find myself walking aimably down the streets, my head a confusion of thoughts and memories, as I make my way from store to store looking for a part-time job. The sky no longer shows any stars, hidden behind the massive air pollution while planes roar overhead, the familiar symbol of the continental airlines taking off to some unkown destination every few minutes.
It's only been a week and three days but slowly we're beginning to move on. We managed to install cable, bought a new cell phone for international calls, opened a bank account with a few bucks, my sister found a job, my mother starts hers next week and me... well, I was so lucky that I got sick on the fourth day here and no medication nearby. And even with all this we still need to apply for college, get help from financial aid, make an I.D. card, study for the SAT's and try to fit in driving lessons because campus seems to be all the wall to Australia.
The cartoon couple will be leaving soon, heading back to Florida on their extended vacation leaving the three of us to our own care, in a house that's not ours and in a city I rarely remember...
Sitting on the cold chairs of the banks waiting lobby I stared at the flatscreen ahead. The numbers slowly ticked by counting its way down to mine...only ten more to go...fantastic...
As the time passed, my mind began to wander off again and a sudden vision came to me.
A girl walks into a bank, wearing no mask and no other means of hiding her identity. However in one hand she held a beautiful shining recently bought gun. She points it towards the ceiling and fires making everyone fall to the ground in cover. As everyone turns to look at her she just points at one of the ladies in the booth, her voice echooing through the marble hall. "This isn't a robbery! I just want to make a freakin' deposit!"
Everyone turned around in suprise to gaze at me as I burst into laughter at my own private joke.
Maybe I have pissed off some deranged lunatic in a past life, or was cursed by a vengeful witch beacuse I've been sh## out of luck!
How many people open their wrists while trying to take the top off a bottle of water?
It's completely insane! And that's not all! My mother had two car problems in the last week, and the kithcen light bulb PLUS the iron both broke! And I won't even start on the rest of the story!!
So is it me, or do you also get the impression that someone is using voodoo on us? I mean, how unlucky can we get??
That's right people. My mother and sister actually convinced me to wear - a DRESS. I walked through two towns and into several stores- in a medieval beach style DRESS! I felt wired, exposed in a way, always wishing that I had my jeans on instead...And the irony of it all - I actually looked good in it! Now, they want me to wear dresses as much as I can, making me try on this one and that one and saying I should wear it here and there, like I just became a newly found walking barbie doll... How the hell am I gonna get out of this mess?
But I can't say I didn't like the feeling of actually looking like a girl for a change =)
While I was on the subway, waiting for my stop along with another several dozen people, my mind began to wander. Everyone was silent, staring absently at each other as they too traveled through their thoughts. That's when I realized. That's when it came to me.
There are billions of people in the world, each with problems much greater then my own... Then why am I "bitching" about my life when I should be glad with what I have...
I don't even know why I say certain things that I say. If only I could just keep those thoughts to myself...
Today I'm just in one of those days that I simply don't know, don't care, don't understand.
On those days I'm better off being alone until I can sort things out, but because I couldn't keep my mouth shut I ended up taking it out on a very good friend of mine who was only trying to make me feel better. I apologized many times but he kept telling me there was no need, that he know's that I didn't mean it. But still, the feeling of guilt after you've said them doesn't go away just like that. It sinks in because you then realize that you actually have a friend who cares.
At times like these I don't know what to do, or what to say. On days like this I just wish that I didn't exist because I feel nothing, do nothing...am nothing....
This anime is the bomb! Excelent characters, beautiful story line, awsome action, fantastic weapons...
Yet why? WHY??!!?? Why did they ruin it when they decided to put in ECCHI!!?!!
"Beacuse it has to appeal to the audience, expecially the teenagers." My sister remarked while she laughed at my histerics.
If they lose the ecchi, the shounen, the pervs and the overly sized breasts then this anime would be one my top ten favorites... *Cry* What a waste!!
Ps: I advise to see it censored if you plan on seeing the anime until the end, but if you want to know the full story the see it uncensored (although I strongly advise you not to).
Type: TV
Episodes: 24
Status: Finished Airing (uncensored)
Still Airing (Censored)
Genres: Action, Ecchi, Shounen, Super Power, Supernatural
Rating: R+ - Mild Nudity (Yeah, right...)
Synopsis:
In St. Mikhailov Academy, Oribe Mafuyu meets a silver haired boy called Alexander. He is a Qwaser, a being who can manipulate iron and draws his power from (Not telling). A mystery surrounding an icon tranforms the academy into a setting for conflict between the various Qwasers.
"what's been going on with you? You've been very nervous lately. You're not eating well, and your grades are slipping...Are you even sleeping as you should? Don't cry! Please! Talk to me. What's going on?"
I could hear her voice on the other line raising steadily in concern but I couldn't get myself to say anything. What was I going to tell her? That the reason I'm not eating well is because I've been losing my apetite. Or the reason I can bearly get a good nights sleep is because my mind is so full of questions and doubts that my dreams become nightmares. That the reason I'm nervous is because I'm scared to death...
I find myself crying more and more as the days pass and the pressure begins to build. I still haven't written the letter although they have told me that it would be better if I did. Part of me wants to write it but another part of me - a more dominant and stubborn part - thinks that I shouldn't. I mean what am I going to write?
I thought everything was going as planned but as the day gets nearer and nearer and things start to change I can't help but struggle along with it...
"Please don't cry, or you'll make me cry too! Sweetheart... are you still there?"
There were so many things I wanted to say to her and yet there was so many more that I didn't...
I couldn't believe it. I kept looking at the screen and it kept telling me the same thing, over and over...
"File Not Found"
All the hard work, all the late hours, all the headaches... everything gone. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I punched the walls. This can not be happening!!!!!! I was so angry at myself, at the computer, at everything because it all seemed to take the day to be against me! One of the most important things in my life dissapeared as if it never existed and it's like it took part of me with it. I know it was just a story, but it was MY story, my make believe world that helped me excape from this hell hole of a life I've been living. I still don't know why I'm so rattled up about it. I can write it again (even though it won't be the same thing)... I guess it was just that I was so excited to show everyone because it was the best thing I've written so far, and now... it's gone.
Another AMV I made... When I heard this song I couldn't help but relate with it but it seems as if I wasn't the only one. This is a tribute to a special girl who would do anything for her sister (like I would) and has all the courage she needs to face her fears and do what is right, no matter the price...
I'm sick and tired of this sh##!!!!!!! How long do I have to put up with her stress, her unecessary comments just because she feels she has to take it out on someone!! Anger is the worst way to deal with problems and when your nervous you think - act - irrationally....
Doesn't she see, doesn't she understand?! We already feel like sh## in our every day lives, we don't need to hear it from her as well, expecially from her!! I guess that's what makes it hurt so much, every word she sais, every acusation she screams at us... in part somethings are true, we know that, but it still hurts to hear it from the person we most care about...
Doubt is like a poison. It enables you to think clearly, spreading through the mind until it kills you from within. You lose all rational thought, thinking the unthinkible, imagining the unimaginable because in your mind the impossible becomes possible. It gives life to other emotions like panic, fear, pain, stress, anger, and many others that make you see things diferently as you look back in time, through all the memorys and what they actually meant.
It's the worst feeling to have and yet, even now as I write this, it's slowly corrupting me...
- I'm just tired of this. All of it. Of my school, of home... of my entire life basically. I'm simply not intressted in anything. Just those little things like seeing movies on the big screen or spending time with your friends and having a good laugh is what makes my days worth while but other then that there just isn't anything else worth while. Many have already told me that I'm really stupid for thinking this way, but it's just the way I am.
- I know what you mean.
- I'm sorry for this wandering babble. It's just been choking me for a while...
- It's alright. You should do it more often. Keeping it in will only make you worse.
- Yeah, but I'm one of those people that keep everything inside and when it has to burst then I hold it in firmly untill I'm alone because I don't want to see eveyone around me sad because of it. I perfer to suffer in silence then see their pity.
- I know the feeling. I'm also like that. Sometimes it's not like I don't want to talk it's just that I can't.
- Yep. That I understand perfectly. I've already been told many times to talk to someone and get it off my chest but it's not that I don't trust them it's just that I can't bring myself to do it. And its hard as hell to explain this to people! They just don't seem to get it.
- You always have that little voice in the back of your head telling you to be carefull with what you say...
- Or not to say anything at all. (...) I can tell you intimate details of everyone I know but of my life no one knows. I prefer to keep them to myself then having others hear things that may hurt them. (...)
Is this really the right thing to do? There was a time that I would have said yes without a second thought, but now...
I don't know anymore. I feel more miserable then I was expecting. Its all far more painful then I thought. Severeal people say what I'm doing is wrong and as the time passes and I see the changes I slowly come to realize that maybe they're right. I thought that if I silently ditached myself from them then it would hurt far less in the future but the smallest details that I miss throughtout the day makes it hurt far more. It feels like I don't belong anymore, like I'm just someone who happens to be with them because I don't know anyone else.
Yet this was all my doing. I chose for it to be this way... Then why I'm I starting to regret it?
I was so afraid! My heart was pounding so fast! I was trembling trying to hold back the tears the slid freely down my face. I just stayed there on the floor, hidding my face. Embarrassment and guilt soon filled the fear. What had I done? How was I going to fix it? What was going to happen? The burnt smell still hung in the air as I opened all the windows, the smoke slowly clearing. The ceiling was completely scorced and so were the walls. I tried to clean up as well as possible but the ceiling would be hard to fix.
Yet even though I kept cleaning, crying, trembling with my heart still franticly pounding I couldn't help but think back to the other ways I could have solved the situation but most of all...
...how I was all alone
with no one there to help me.
I'm feel so tired but I don't want to sleep.
I want to read but I don't want to know anything.
I want to watch a movie but I don't want to see anything.
I want to write but I don't know what to write.
I want to talk to someone but I want to be alone.
I want to do something but I want to stay in bed.
I want to scream but instead I smile.
I want the silence but instead I cry...
A video I made as a tribute to all my friends (you know who you are ^_^). Read the lyrics BEFORE you watch the video!
Lyrics:
I feel like I would like
To be somewhere else doing something that matters
And I'll admit here, while I sit here
My mind wastes away and my doubts start to gather
Whats the purpose? It feels worthless
So unwanted like I've lost all my value
I can't find it, not in the least bit
and I'm just scared, so scared that I'll fail you
And sometimes I think that I'm not any good at all
And sometimes I wonder why, why I'm even here at all
But then you assure me
I'm a little more than useless
And when I think that I can't do this
You promise me that I'll get through this
And do something right
Do something right for once
So I say if I can't do something significant
I'll opt to leave most opportunities wasted
And nothing trivial that life could give me will
Measure up to what might have replaced it
Too late look, my date book
Is packed full of days that were empty and now gone
And I bet that regret
Will prove to get me to improve in the long run
And sometimes I think that I'm not any good at all
And sometimes I wonder why, why I'm even here at all
But then you assure me
I'm a little more than useless
And when I think that I can't do this
You promise me that I'll get through this
And do something right
Do something right for once
I’m a little more than useless
And I never knew I knew this
Was gonna the day, gonna be the day
That I would do something right
Do something right for once
I notice, I know this
Week is a symbol of how I use my time
Resent it, I spent it
Convincing myself the world's doing just fine
Without me
Doing anything of any consequence
Without me
Showing any sign of ever making sense
Of my time , it's my life
And my right, to use it like I should
Like he would, for the good
Of everything that I would ever know
I'm a little more than useless
When I think that I can't do this
You promise me that I'll get through this
And do something right
Do something right for once
I’m a little more than useless
And I never knew I knew this
Was gonna the day, gonna be the day
That I would do something right
Do something right for once
Two worlds exist, both unaware of the existance of the other. In order for one world to flourish, the other will have to perish. On the perishing world, a Chosen one is sent on a journey to restore that world's mana by awakening the Spirits and becoming an angel. Colette Brunel, the Chosen of Sylvarant, sets out on her journey accompanied by her best friends Lloyd Irving and Genis Sage. As they travel further they meet more friends and even more enemies, while they learn more and more about the truth behind the World Regeneration.
Trailer of The Tales Of Symphonia Tethe'alla-hen (2ºseries)
You smile on the outside
And die from within
You lock away your secrets
Behind your body and skin
If this still exists I just want to know
Is there more to this then you let it show
Did he mess you up so bad that you
Can never love again?
Whatever he did
Know that I'm not him
However he hurt you
He won't do it again
I will be your lover
I'll be your friend
I'll be what it takes
Just let me in
With all of these mistakes you try to mend
Know that I'm not him
Walk away from the pain inside you
It's gonna be ok
You have a life worth living now
Don't let him take that away
Don't let him take that away
Oh no, oh NO!
Whatever he did
Know that I'm not him
However he hurt you
He won't do it again
I will be your lover
I'll be your friend
I'll be what it takes
Just let me in
With all of his mistakes you try to mend
Know that I'm not him
I'm not him
I couldn’t believe I missed it. I was half way there with only two minutes left and no cab in sight. And even more, I was on the wrong street and loaded with several backpacks that weighted a ton. I didn’t know what to do! Putting everything down I fumbled for my cell and tried to call a friend. After speaking with him I knew I wouldn’t make it. So ending the call, I typed in another number and as I heard the voice on the other end everything spilled out. There I was, crying in the middle of the street surrounded by a mountain of bags and several curious people. After a while I called another number and a new flood of tears came as I heard yet another familiar voice.
All I know is that it took me half an hour to get there, a whole hour back and that I was crying the entire way.
As I was typing my last post my cell begins to ring. Turning to stare at the screen I see a number I haven't seen in a very long time. I pick it up only to hear a familiar voice sound through.
"Hello? Maria João?"
My heart sank to my feet, my hands balling into fists. Through clenched teeth I tried to make my trembeling voice as polite as possible.
"No. You've got the wrong number."
"Oh, sorry. Must have typed it wrong. Bye."
Even though the call had ended I still held the phone to my ear. How is this possible? How can anyone be that way? Not a single word for three entire months just to call me and say it was a mistake...
My alarm clock kept going. 9:00 A.M. Slamming the pause button I turned over, pulling the covers over my head. I felt something there in the back of my mind creeping over my conciousness. And before I can make anything of it I was thrown into this truly bizarre dream. It felt so real and yet unreal... I can still remeber it clearly after all this time, which in itself is wierd already.
Someone was knocking at the door of my room. Lazily emerging from the bundle of sheets I walked towards the door. Suddenly the knocks became punches as someone hammered on it as if they where trying to break it down. A strange feeling hit the pit of my stomach. I don't know why I was afraid but still I backed away in instinct only to trip just as the door flew open and a girl stormed inside. She was glaring at me with eyes as dark as her skin, her face twisted in anger.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!" But as she saw may face she stopped stunned. "Are you feeling ok?"
I was trembling like a leaf! I didn't know this girl from anywhere and she just barged into my room like she owned the place with a killer look as if she was going to skin me alive!
Now this is the part in many dreams when there a huge time loop. Suddenly the girl wasn't there anymore and I was magically in the kitchen looking at an older version of my Landlord and one of my room mates. My heart stopped for several beats. I ran to my room and saw my reflexion in the mirror. It wasn't me...at least not the me I remembered. It was an older me!
Again there was another time loop and I was at school yet I've never been to that school in my life! I recall every detail: the huge classrooms, definitely collage-like; the huge stairs in the middle of the building; the lockers; the cheerleaders (what the hell where they doing there?)...Every detail was vivid as I ran down the hall and into one of the many classrooms. As I searched for my seat my eyes caught sight of a boy in the far corner talking to smiling blondie. I only saw a glimpse of him but I remember his dark brown hair which was long to his shoulders and in a surfer style with the bangs over his eyes. Then my dream turned Matrix! It began to move in slow motion! The people passed by me real slowly just as the boy turned his head to look at me...
BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!
The alarm clock went off again. My eyes flashed open. 9:20 A.M. I was still under the covers, the door was still on it's hinges and I looked just the same as the day before. I was still the same me I was before I went to sleep. Yet the boy's face was still freash in my mind and so was the girl's. But I've never seen them in my life! Not on TV or in a journal...nothing. But for some reason they were there in my dream as if I've known them my entire life!
What exactly does it all mean? Was it just something from my imagination or am I going to met them in the future? Who knows?...Maybe I'm psychic!! One things for sure: That was a whole new level of wierdeness!
Tick tock hear the clock countdown
Wish the minute hand could be rewound
So much to do and so much I need to say
Will tomorrow be too late
Feel the moment slip into the past
Like sand through an hourglass
In the madness I guess I just forget
To do all the things I said
Time passes by
Never thought I’d wind up
One step behind
Now I’ve made my mind up
Today I’m gonna try a little harder
Gonna make every minute last longer
Gonna learn to forgive and forget
’Cause we don’t have long, gonna make the most of it
Today I’m gonna love my enemies
Reach out to somebody who needs me
Make a change, make the world a better place
’Cause tomorrow could be one day too late
One day too late
One day too late
Tick tock hear my life pass by
I can’t erase and I can’t rewind
Of all the things I regret the most I do…
Wish I’d spent more time with you
Here’s my chance for a new beginning
I saved the best for a better ending
And in the end I’ll make it up to you, you’ll see
You’ll get the very best of me
Time passes by
Never thought I’d wind up
One step behind
Now I’ve made my mind up
Today I’m gonna try a little harder
Gonna make every minute last longer
Gonna learn to forgive and forget
’Cause we don’t have long, gonna make the most of it
Today I’m gonna love my enemies
Reach out to somebody who needs me
Make a change, make the world a better place
’Cause tomorrow could be one day too late
Your time is running out
You’re never gonna get it back
So make the most of every moment
Stop saving the best for last
Today I’m gonna try a little harder
Gonna make every minute last longer
Gonna learn to forgive and forget
’Cause we don’t have long, gonna make the most of it
Today I’m gonna love my enemies
Reach out to somebody who needs me
Make a change, make the world a better place
’Cause tomorrow could be one day too late
One day too late
One day too late
One day too late
