WorldOfIllusion

With a lilting tune a haunting melody spread
- whispering through the cold air.
Hinting of another way.
Another life.

Speaking of situations untold.
Possibilities spreading infinitely in all directions.
Giving hope...

Then taking it away.

The shocking realisation
Reality-
As it intrudes upon your dreams.

Your tongue is a rudder.
It steers the whole ship.
Sends your words past your lips
Or keeps them safe behind your teeth.
But the wrong words will strand you.
Come off course while you sleep.
Sweep your boat out to sea
Or dashed to bits on the reef.

So recently I have found a distinct lack of motivation to blog. Hence my silence. In an effort to end this silence I am now blogging… this very post. Shock.

In other news; a while ago I listened to a band called Brand New. They’re music wasn’t that good but it passed time. The other day I thought I would have a look at some of their newer stuff (ie not their first main album). So I got Deja Entendu. I like it. Has some nice and strange music - some good lyrics and a nice mixture of songs.

In other other news somebody told me that I should be a telemarketer. Want to know why? I have a very ‘nice’ phone voice. Apparently its soothing. It would be a good suggestion… but I get abused enough as is. If I was a telemarketer I might just jump.

Not really but still.

I don’t get abused all the time - but when I do it can be bad. It just leaves me feeling down, a little less faith in man-kind, a sour taste and a bad day. Imagine being a telemarketer though… having to call people who don’t want your calls. That’s just asking for abuse.

All that said little things slowly build my faith in humanity back up. Not at the same rate as my faith is eroding but it’s better than nothing. Small things, like people who are grateful for the help I give them. People who try and help in small ways, or even just someone being nice. For example someone dropped off a gift for one of my bosses today - a simple thanks and sign of appreciation for the work they have done.

In the end it’s sad how few people say thank you - even rarer are people who mean it.

The only voice I want to hear is yours.
I shall ask you this once again.
And again.
He said:
” I am but one small instrument.”
You are smaller, getting smaller.
Do you remember that?

Jimmy Eat World - Goodbye Sky Harbor

I am temporarily addicted to this song. In particular the chorus. It makes good background music… also its sixteen minutes long.

In other news.

Recently I have been thinking about what I think I want. See for some things I don’t really know. There are many ways life can go. I need to figure out which way I want to try and steer my life. What goals do I want, where do I want to be in five years, ten years, twenty years?

I just hope that whatever I end up aiming for leads to a happy life. In the end a happy life is what we all want - isn’t it?

I wish a lot of things in my life had gone differently. Looking back I see parts where I was over-cautious, where I didn’t act. If I could replay those events then maybe I would have a shot. That said even if I had played my hand differently, things could have ended up how they are now.

I don’t know.

During my school-boy years there was this person I liked. I used to talk to them to some extent - and I did plan to ask them out. Yet I never really did. I made excuses as to why I didn’t take a perfectly good opportunity.  Nowadays I have basically lost all communication with said person. Except for rare occasions - one such rare occasion is what has brought about this whole discussion.

See this person is now happily in a relationship (you just have to love surprises…). Before the event I was thinking to myself ‘ah it will be good to see so and so again’ - and it was. Still… I found myself just wishing… wishing it was different.

Ah well.

Attached to my computer is a set of cheap speakers… cheap cause they aren’t properly insulated and every now and again pick up radio. Also when certain electrical appliances are used they produce static. It’s annoying.

You know what else is annoying? When someone is downstairs playing GHWT - I can hear them. Not for all the instruments, or the music. Just the drum kit. I hear the repeated tapping of the various pads… and none of the actual song. I wish my floor was soundproof.

Ah well.

Life goes on - and if i’m lucky I will win the lottery and be able to upgrade my speakers… and for the sound of the drumming well there are many ways to fix that.

So ends another micro-post.

This song is really addictive… to play - in Guitar Hero. Playing it nowadays brings back memories of schoolies and other fun times. Ah, the memories.

My head seems to fill itself with dreams. Dreams that will in all likelihood lie unrealised. See by the time I would have the means to fulfil some of my dreams I would probably have outgrown them. Either that or I will never get the means. Unless I turn out to be one of the few who get randomly uplifted from the rat race.

If that does happen I will denounce Murphy’s law. In its place I will have my maxim - people are idiots. Wondering why? The simple reason - its true. People are idiots.

In other news so ends another micro-post. I think this may just be my new style.

Think we should finally let this go
We both know it’s the end of the road

And so ends a short excerpt of a sad song. You know what I’ve gotten into recently? Internet radio. Internet radio is actually where the title of this post comes from - there’s a station called Wazee.

Well so ends another short post - I don’t really have enough stimuli or drive at the moment to give a more sustained attempt. Unfortunately this affects my pageviews… they’ve dropped by over half in the space of two or three weeks. Sigh.