Just something amusing I found on a site yesterday...

A Picture in Perspective...

Well, I've been taking pictures again :) Nothing much to this one, just a degrading baseball lying in the mulch near the fence.

Title: "Fallen Dead in a Live World"

Meaning: Although some of us are indeed alive in this world, we may get lost and feel "dead" inside--if we are too alone or confused, we could just drop out of ourselves and be someone who we're not. Be careful, always have someone around you can trust, and always (always) be grounded in what you believe. No matter what.

Hmm... Hello Again :)

Well, it's been a while since I've posted anything. Sorry to anyone who actually reads these writings! I don't know quite what to start off with...

Since I've last said anything, here's what's happened.

      DragonForce has gotten a new lead singer! His name is Marc Hudson, from the lovely country of Britain. He's got long blond hair, with just a slight tad bit of light strawberry coloring (at least, I think). I've listened to his audition video, and it's great; there was one hiccup in the video that I could point out, but it was only a very minor one that lasted no more than three seconds, maximum.
      I can honestly say, although I have a pre-conceived love for ZP and his voice, that Marc is a very good singer and I can't wait to hear him as the new lead singer on DragonForce's new album. As for people arguing about whether Marc is a better singer than ZP.... I think it's true. However, if ZP wasn't drunk and high (or at least drunk) at most every concert and while recording, he would be just as good as Marc. If not better :)

      Anyways --->  Good luck to you Marc, as well as DragonForce, on a new leg of your epic, powermetal, journey! 


Oh, and ZP, wherever you are--I hope you're doing well.


    

      On a different note -- I've started to play blues on my guitar, and I love it much more than what I had expected. I adore how friendly and relaxed the sound of the pentatonic and hexatonic scales are--especially the perfect ways of bending the strings to add a little more "oomph" into the song or line. As I've continued to speed up my playing (slowly but surely), I've found a new love: blues!

      School is 3/4 of the way over, and I can't wait until it is! Although, I will most definitely miss speaking in French every day with Madame.  I've learned to love the French language just as much as English, even if it's difficult to think of the order of words when I want to make a question or something of the like.

      For now, I'll leave you with those thoughts, and this picture. Something I took in December of last year (2010).

Thoughts -- Once Again

I was raised in a Christian family--So I knew the bible decently well. Well, every now and then, I would remember this verse from Psalm 23:4 "As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me."

This verse never comforted me. Every time I hear or think about this verse, I think, "I do fear evil and I'm not comforted." Especially right now. My brother just left for college -- he seemed to be the glue that held my family together. Although my brother rarely said, "I love you" to me, I know we have a strong brother/sister relationship. So, for me, it's really been hard to let him go. As soon as my brother left, I got pretty depressed. Added onto that, my father seems to love playing stupid and doing things to hurt me mentally and emotionally. It's not like he hasn't done it before, he's just doing it more now. I'm really sick of explaining to my dad how he's hurting me and what he's doing. It's not like he's mentally incompetent; he's a really intelligent guy. He doesn't need help to know how it is acceptable to treat your daughter.

But anyway, I just feel really depressed. Not suicidal or anything, just like I don't care about anyone, or anything at the moment. I usually love playing my guitar or piano... But when I try, and it's like my passion for music just vanished--dissipated into thin air. That makes me even more sad; knowing that the only thing I really cared about doesn't matter a bit anymore.

As you can probably tell, I have no idea where I'm going with this... I guess it's just a little rant.

Oh, and if you actually read this whole thing, here's a picture. And even if you didn't read any of it... Enjoy. It's my eye in black and white.

The Mind and Deep Thoughts

     It fascinates me how fragile the human mind is, and how easily its mood can be changed. I've been listening to the musical introduction to Stephen King's movie Red Rose for about two hours; the music alone has put me in a very solemn state of mind. Maybe it's just that I'm very feeling-oriented, or maybe it's that people have something deeper than just a mind. We humans feel things very deeply. Some people feel things, emotions, that come from such a deep place inside them that there has to be something more, like a soul.
  
     After a while of playing flash games, I went to find a picture of a "sad" rose on Google. Something came up, a story that I wasn't expecting. It was about a young woman whose father died of cancer. The father was a very esteemed reactor physicist, a so-called "brilliant man." The cancer was found only just before he died. As you can imagine, the disease was a huge surprise to the family... a very unwelcome one at that.


     It may seem quite odd, but I just started crying then and there (as I read through the story). Something in the words reached out and touched me. Whenever I think of death, I can't help but relate it to my own life somehow. I started thinking of my father dying, of the other loved ones in my life disappearing before my eyes in a matter of months, weeks, days, hours -- or even minutes. I could come home one day, and find that my mother had been killed in a car accident, or that my father had been a casualty of an attack by someone. Although something like disease could also strike a deathly blow to my brother; he could get painfully ill in a matter of days, and I would never see him again.




     Do everyone you love, and yourself some good. Tell them every day how much you love them and how much they mean to you. When you get in arguments, take some time to cool down. When you've done that, go back and apologize or try to smooth things over. Just think how horrible you would feel if one day you and the person you love most in the whole world had a dispute that was never resolved - and the next day, before you could talk to them about it, they were killed in a horrendous car crash. Or maybe they died due to a terrorist attack (like 9/11, Pearl Harbor, etc.).

Never stop living

Never stop forgiving

Never ever stop listening

Never stop pursuing your dreams

Never give up at anything, especially if it's difficult

But this, I cannot stress enough

Never stop loving

Never stop caring

~ by Rachael Abrams

Random picture taking... Again :)

Ok, now I've got some pictures of me!  They're edited, most of them are black, and some of them are creepy - they're all meant to be like that :]  I was listening to some music, namely some of Trans-Siberian Orchestra's stuff, to get some mood in my face & eyes.  I think it worked rather well!

Here's the link; I'll stop rambling on...

Click *here* for the slideshow!

Oh, and if you don't mind... Tell me what your favorite picture is!  Just give me the number after the "CIMG" at the bottom left of the picture.

Have a great day everybody :]

Just a Little Something I Wrote for Our Veterans ~

11/11/10  Veterans Day

   On this day, thoughts come to my mind that almost bring me to my knees weeping.  Men and women, young and old, different races and from different backgrounds have fought ~and are fighting~ side-by-side for our country.

For Freedom

Justice

Peace

Love

Friends

and rights that we take 

completely for granted every day.

   Some day, we may not have the choice to wear jeans and a tee shirt to school or out in public.  We might not be able to play the video games that we hold so unnecessarily dear to our hearts.  We too often forget that while we sleep, people are fighting for us; they are lying their lives down so that we don't get killed for what we choose to do - or not to do.

The question I'd like to ask you is this:

How will you repay them for what they've selflessly given to you?

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    Thanks for reading; I hope this reaches your heart like it did mine!