Here are some brilliant song lyrics.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.

I am he as you are he as you are me
And we are all together

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Come together right now over me

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder

Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain
Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies,
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,
That grow so incredibly high.

You say you want a revolution
Well you know
We all want to change the world

Some truly brilliant lyrics all by the Beatles, and for those of you from RIS don’t worry I’ve like the Beatles since 7th grade so this isn’t a product of English and TOK class

Also you can see I was really board, cuz I found time to up date. Sad almost at least you have NO clue what i did to day. HAHA

People shock gasp horror I have figured out how to upload pictures. Yes it has taken me over a year yes I know I am crap with coms but wow I never thought I would get that one down. You can tell I’ve been a little board over the last few days. Cheers

            Shannon pointed out some thing to me in one of her comment, or posts or what ever they’re called. Apparently, it has been 5 long months since I had last updated my xanga. So out of shear boredom I checked to find out that yes it has actually been 5 months.

            I am a woefully bad xanga updater, possible because of a deep and powerful loathing for internet blog sites. People. Xanga, my space and what ever other blog sites people are using are not diaries. They are avenues for board people to write about themselves and usually make them self seam more bad ass then they are (it’s like the internet age version of sticking your tongue out at your parent when they are not looking). Just think about it how many blog sites do you see where there are pictures or people partying and smoking and drinking and that’s all cool till you realize that those million pictures are probably all from the same night and the person in the camera seems to think that staggering around is some how really really cool. It’s like they think if they post the nastiest stuff up that they’ve done they are some how more interesting. Well guess what, NO!! You’re not more interesting. How can you be an interesting person if you post your dirty little deeds (stress on the little) all over the internet like your some pop star having a tabloid written about you? Famous people tabloids are a sign of the person’s popularity because… wait for it here it comes… because other people write the tabloid, not the person doing the dirty little deed. When was the last time you saw an expose in a in a tabloid magazine that was written by the star. Yes once again you are right, never, you never see that. I have yet to see an article written by Lindsay Lohan where she talks about all the stupid things (and there were a lot) she did at that wild party last night (wow they are so bad ass they drank one beer… pisha(to be read in sarcastic voice)). So that’s the difference between our want-to-be bad ass xanga impersonators and the real bad ass (crindge worthy) stars of this day and age. Any way, phew I’m glade I got that out of my system. Actually I’m not done. People the rest of the world and I don’t really care what you did yesterday if you met up with friend and did nothing wow that’s great. Where did any once come up with the idea of telling every one that they did nothing the day before. Any way now, I think I’m all done. By the way I do need to say that this post was not directed at any one (or was it… ???). And very very importantly the same applies to people who have some sort of addiction to sitting around and talking about this stuff. Trust me there is not better way to show you have no clue what your talking about that sitting around all bad-ass with your friends talking about stuff like a fob.

            Any way I think this post is coming to a close. It will be interesting to see what responses I get. Any death treats or the like. And I just feel that for those who just want to know what I did today and they cant read a xanga post with out hearing what the person did this is what I did today… nothing… happy. So todalo (actually I cam back from England today).

            So I am not saying I’m a pro or any thing I’m just saying I am a very stressed jet lagged blog hatter projecting my frustrations on other bloggers... My apologies

Also apologies for the spelling mistakes

Iggy sqithc mo flick

I have a list here of all important quotes and thoughts

And eye for and eye would make the whole world blind (for best effect say in an Indian voice)

No one got any where being a caterpillar

Iggy mich wiggle sciwy ga (true very true)

No guru no

Pee tear Griffan…. Oh crap

Early to bed early to rise makes a man health wealth and wise… not to mention senile

Its going to rain

If it wasn’t for Tomas Edison we would all be watching television by candle light

Climb on your seahorse  

Ok four people….

How do you find your funny bone

Every one i have a special announcement... today is another special  amazing unique one of a kinda  auspicious day.... it is none other than... brace your self....

its international clique day

yay wow oh how wippy wow have fun all you cliques

lets not remember the rest of the world

Hey every one I’m updating and it hasn’t been 6 months since my last up date wow this is special. Its been a pretty interesting day today. It started with me getting way to little sleep (I had to wake up at 7 30 condolences will be welcomed). It was an interesting day from there on in but oh well what ever. I don’t really feel like going into details cuz I don’t like the idea of random people know stuff about me (such as the intimate facts of what I ate for lunch oh my i couldn't handle it if any one knew that)

For those of you who haven't already figured it out Nickleback is a pretty poppy band. I give you westlife with wavy hair and guitars. Actually they're a lot better than westlife but still really poppy. I take that back there in a completely different universe than westlife but still not in the right universe

Hello Leah.

I was thinking how cool would it be if you could walk around for a day under some form of an alias (if that’s the right word to use here). By that i mean in discise . It would be very interesting to see how things would be it you were another person or at least if every one thought you were another person. Then again I might not be that stocked with what people were saying about me. But come on if I cant get my undercover alias discise I at least want to have my own funky alter ego. I think I would make a very good batman or if not that i could just prance around Bangkok in my boxers pretending to have a purpose in life. Oh my how fun that would be. Any way the excessive pink is killing me on my site but I don’t know how to change it ( no leah of coarse i love pink its a wonderful color). Well if any one has read this far into my entry you deserve an award I’m serious cuz I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to read this again. Adios every one have a great life hope you’ll check my site in a couple of week for my next update…who am I kidding check in about June and you’ll probably see the next update.

An amazing song by Blindside seriously awesome. Get your hands on the song and CD

"Pitiful"

As I recall with my stomach turning
I was hiding away from myself, away from you
Like nothing, though something was terribly wrong
And I admit that I was only waiting for the right time
Night time, the right moment for you to look away
Though you never did, I pretended for a while
So I could walk where I don't belong

And I remember every word you said
Come back in time, come back
And I remember I would soon be dead
Now so pitiful, so pitiful

But I know as I hammered those nails into your beautiful hands
Your eyes still try to search for mine, but I look away
Now your eyes are the only thing that can save me
I'm still afraid of them piercing
You're breaking into my prison
Just pretended for a while
My soul is dying
I won't look away

And I remember every word you said...

I'll remember every word you said
This time I won't look away