The Broken Projector

Snow Lily.. is that a real flower?? ((OLD post))

2010-07-29T13:27:00.000-07:00

now this painting, particularly inspired me.
mostly because when i had first seen it, it looked like snow on the branches, then as i got closer and noticed the flowers budding, it made me think:
wow, that's really cool. like winter then spring.
perhaps like the changing of seasons,
or how quickly time passes.
the background of this picture, really inspired me, because of its color, and how it seems to draw me in. i like how it is not just a Burgundy, crisp red, but more of a streaked with white red.. like blood.
its simply fascinating for me.. anyway, i hope you like the short story..
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Catill looked out the window into the garden. it was blooming with a vermilion of colors, sweeping the sweet perfume of the flowers into the room. it's scent was luring her out of her chair and towards the back door. of all the scents in the garden, only once perfume, lured her truly.. the smell of the Snow Lily.. imagine the best smell in the world, then double it..
the flower was so rare, that Catill's mother had to lock the garden door so nobody would steal it.
she walked out onto the deck towards the gate that led to the Snow Lily bush.
she walked in and the most beautiful scent in the world hit her. for a moment it was like there was music playing, and Catill almost wanted to reach out and touch its soft brown branches, and possibly caress the Snow Lily's petals...
" CATILL!! GET OUT OF THE GARDEN AND GET STARTED ON YOUR HOMEWORK RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY!" shouted her mother from the house and Catill reluctantly closed the gate and went back inside, to enjoy the fragrance from a far..
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JB/MIka/ somethings wrong with me...

2010-07-24T23:44:00.000-07:00

look, i will give Justin Bieber as much respect as he deserves, but really his voice will eventually go out when his puberty kicks in, and he will end up on one of those "Where Are They Now" shows for all the has been artists. and sure right now hes young, but youth lasts only so long.

and unless you fight, you burn out easy. its just how it is.. and at this point, Bieber wont get anywhere except into the hearts of 10 year old boy crazy girls with pig tails and an unhealthy addiction to the Jonas Brothers, who will eventually grow out of him and move onto vampires and ware wolfs.....

but Mika, he's lasted this long and his music will continue through the ages. he has serious talent. not computer generated voice synthesizers.. close your eyes and listen. if at that point you're still not satisfied, then there's this cool thing called a mouse. just move it and click something else.

that being said..

i hate when i feel threatened. or when somebody calls something i am passionate about, irrelevant or stupid... Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but do they have to hurt me and my feelings? i say this because someone i'm not particularly close to, but don't mind hearing from now and again, said someone i mentioned on Facebook stupid. i have no personal connection to the person i mentioned.. at least not in the way that i have met them... anyway... i'm just being selfish and stupid......... am i?

all my dreams are strange

2010-07-14T09:24:00.000-07:00

Picture this: a huge sale at a really big, (one story) department store. Everything's practically free. And as stuff in the different sections go out of the lights above it do too. It's very dark in the back of the store. There is people everywhere. apparently I am well known. But as I ponder it more and more, I'm more curious about this dream.. Now you may not think this dream was weird, but i guess... you had to be there! =p

I read somewhere that dreams only make sense when we are in them. only when we wake up, do we realize how silly they were. Normally my dreams are strange and make me question my own sanity. I once had a dream about spray painting hippos in a zoo. when I told my brother, he said his dreams are pretty rational and make enough sense. (He's two years younger and I'm convinced he's a super genius).

But me, I'm the artistic type.Ii love to draw and take pictures and run with life. But one good things about having crazy dreams, is that it opens my mind to possibilities and ideas for life.

"I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
--Robert Frost

2010-06-16T10:43:00.000-07:00

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what we had and what we could have had

2010-06-14T14:34:00.000-07:00

i know you like to save conversations you have with people. i dont..mostly with yours. i delete them... it makes me sad

__/\________baby ___there's___a____shark in the water

talk to you soon. baby darling

Mr. Blue Sky Is Back for the summer!

2010-06-10T20:19:00.000-07:00

2010-06-05T16:16:00.000-07:00

I'm always too late
I see the train leaving
I'm always laughing
When it's not cool to smile

I'm always aiming
But somehow keep missing
So how did you get here
Something is wrong

[CHORUS:]
Where did I go right
How did I get you
How come all this blue sky around me
And you found me
Where did I go right
How did I get you
I don't know how I did
But somehow now I do

I'm always driving
Forget where I'm going
Should have turned left
But I was singing some song
And I, I am arriving
As everyone's leaving
But there you are waiting
Something is wrong

[CHORUS]

Makes no sense to me
No it isn't clear
But somehow you're standing here
Something gets to me
It's that nothing is wrong

The Winner Is...

2010-05-17T18:47:00.000-07:00

so many voices
nobody to listen
1,000 tales
of heartbreak and sorrow
how many time can I fall
before I shatter?
I am watching the world
move fast
why am I going so slow?
am I trying to grow-up too fast?
I miss you
I wish I could shout to the world how much I care
but the world dosn't care
hold my heart
with delicate hands
hold my hand
with a faithful palm
hold me
like a precious object
dont let go
or I might slip away

2010-05-14T21:29:00.000-07:00

in the event of an emergency, i tend to take control immediately even though im scared like everyone else. I feel that i have an obigation, and a scense of responsiblity for everyone involved in the situation. Instead of standing around panicing, i take matters into my own hands. plus I ALWAYS have a plan. and a plan "B" =D rock on

and "i dont believe in a no-win senario.. " --captain Kirk =D

Beginner's Luck

2010-05-10T20:34:00.000-07:00

i love the way the band phoenix says "miricle" its like magic...=D
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stop clicking in my ear, and load the page.
easy now,
Look out,
watch your step,
here let me help
"no I got it"
but I want to show you
"I can do this"
its hard to tell what you mean when you say you
want me there, then ask me to leave
its me who ignores help
its my job to be hero
why do you even care
why do I care?
why does true love hide
and the fake bursts through every wall
because somethings are just meant to be
and others just need to shut up
you are the sun with the sky around you
and you're trying
I see it on your face
trying not to give up
for whatever reason you keep living
keep waking up
keep being an example for me
to change
to move on, dont shed a tear
for me
and every flaw I have
sometimes thigs work out that way

feet to the ground heart in the sky

2010-05-08T21:56:00.000-07:00

what is the point of being afraid
you see the edge and feel it under your feet
rocks and sand fall from the edge as it breaks away
just a little
under your feet.
everyone, family and fiends are pulling at your arms,
pulling you, calling to you
trying to keep you from the edge
they are just ghost hands
their voices lost in the wind
you touch the creases in a book
its not depression, its a fear
an overwhelming feeling
its like missing a chance
seeing the train with your family pull away from
the station
away from you and everything
sometimes things get crazy
and you aren't used to what you like
dont give up,
dont let go
keep your feet on the ground
when your head's in the clouds

Set fire to the third bar

2010-05-08T21:42:00.000-07:00

this song is so beautiful. Ghosts with just voices..

2010-04-16T19:27:00.001-07:00

"I once met a young man who was trying to sell his home-made CD on a beach near where I was studying to be come a journalist. He said his name was Keidran Jones, and that his music was going to become a hit.. today, he is better known as Iyaz."

2010-03-28T11:05:00.000-07:00

California is a fine place to live - if you happen to be an orange.
Fred Allen

Curiosity killed the cat, but for a while I was a suspect.
Steven Wright

Food is an important part of a balanced diet.
Fran Lebowitz

Everywhere is within walking distance if you have the time.
Steven Wright

He would make a lovely corpse.
Charles Dickens

I busted a mirror and got seven years bad luck, but my lawyer thinks he can get me five.
Steven Wright

I intend to live forever. So far, so good.
Steven Wright

2010-03-17T17:31:00.000-07:00

okay. I have this intense need to write, and yet I have nothing to write about..*gasp!* I caught writers block! My life is far to boring to write about, and I doubt that whoever(if anybody) would want to read about mine.

my sister shuffles through the house, her sneakers squeaking quietly. She is a shark. but most sisters are, aren't they? People seem to text me non-stop when I'm busy, but as soon as I'm bored with nothing to do, nothing.

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I have come to the conclusion that I have A.D.D. but guess what!? The weird thing is, as bored and as I am, I have no trouble focusing on my bloggy:). But as soon as my teacher fires up the old projector that spews dust everywhere, my mind goes away, far away, to somewhere better. Where letters never touch and teachers always erase the whole white-board, and doesnt leave a single mark for me to stare at, and irritate my O.C.D...=)

P.S. I wish I was an astronaut

TITLE IN WORK 1

2010-03-17T16:29:00.000-07:00

~~NEW YORK, APRIL 14, 2016
Roy McDonnel lay bleeding on the kitchen floor of his 2 room apartment. The phone cord hung off the side of the counter, just inches from his desperate fingers. He coughed and blood filled in this mouth. he spat out dripping blood onto his shirt.
"Help," he wimpered.
His head was starting to feel very light and he suddenly felt sleepy. Were they still in the house? "Stay awake Roy!" he tried to tell himself. Footsteps,then a man's gruff voice: "is he dead?"
"I dont know, lets get out of here," another voice responded.
The front door was shut, cutting off the sounds of the street below. Somebody walked by the room laughing light-heartedly with another. They had no idea. Nobody knew that behind the very door they just passed, had occured a murder.

....now what?

2010-03-17T15:50:00.000-07:00

~~NEW YORK, APRIL 14, 2016
Roy McDonnel lay bleeding on the kitchen floor of his 2 room apartment. The phone cord hung off the side of the counter, just inches from his desperate fingers. He coughed and blood filled in this mouth. he spat out dripping blood onto his shirt.
"help," he wimpered.
His head was starting to feel very light and he suddenly felt sleepy. were they still in the house? "stay awake Roy!" he tried to tell himself. footsteps,then a mans gruff voice: "is he dead?"
"I dont know, lets get out of here," another voice responded.
the front door was shut, cutting off the sounds of the street below. Somebody walked by the room laughing light-heartedly with another. They had any idea. Nobody knew that behind the very door they just passed, had occured a murder.

~~CALIFORNIA, APRIL 13, 2016

2010-03-16T21:42:00.000-07:00

well. Hey. Not exactly sure how to start a blog. Not even sure what im going to say. But i have a lot in my head.