Funky Fish

milesy — Sat, 14 Oct 2006 01:13:50 +0000

I MOVED!!!

only selected posts will be posted here, and the rest of them will be in in my other one

C’est bien.

milesy — Wed, 11 Oct 2006 08:39:29 +0000

C’est bien de savoir qu’a la fin de la journee, il y aura toujours cette chose qui me fait sourire.
C’est bien de savoir qu’ils essaient de l’aider. (franchement, il m’enerve ce gars.)
C’est bien de savoir que vous voulez aider aussi, mais ca vaux plus la peine.
C’est bien de savoir que ce qui nous arrive, c’est pour nous apprendre a devenir plus forts.
C’est bien de savoir qu’on est pas toute seule dans le monde.
C’est bien de savoir qu’il y au moins quelqu’un qui nous comprend.
C’est bien de savoir que t’a essaye.
c’est bien de savoir que je respire, je marche, j’aime, et que je suis toujours vivante.

♥ This makes a pefect shade of dark blue, have you ever been alone in a crowded room? ♥

Bon, euh… ca move la?

milesy — Tue, 10 Oct 2006 10:26:47 +0000

Heehee. Self entertainment. I have gotten used to that already.

SELF ENTERTAINMENT:

to not stay infront of the computer too long
to not say stupid things
to avoid stressing myself out on petty stuff
to avoid studying for tomorrow
to not listen to music, which after a point ends up being depressing (no matter what)
to not bore myself infront of the tv
to not think of tomorrow
to not think of friday, and the whole weekend
to not stress out on the jungol, zoo, or whatever
to not think of you

Protected: Rafa bear, this is for you.

milesy — Mon, 09 Oct 2006 09:54:53 +0000

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I dont know…

milesy — Mon, 09 Oct 2006 09:54:40 +0000

I dont know if it’s appropriate to write about this now, and here, given the consequences.

I fear it all. I admit it. I’m afraid of what the others might think of me.
I fear you.You dont know how silly you seem saying those words. At a first glance, it may seem real, but then,… i dunno. and, i dont want to be expecting something far greater than what you actually know how to give.
I fear me. I dont want to go crazy over this small thing and then realize that you were placed on a stupid bet, or were playing the whole time.
I fear them. I’ve learned to put questions and what if’s and consequences before taking action over the years. surley this sounds like a perfect moment to just go with the flow, right? i dont know.

URRRRGGGHHHH!!! why couldnt it be so much easier??

RAFA BEAR: JTM! i just need you to know that, k?
i have a little note on top for you. the password someone you dont give a shit about (here in the philippines ha… starts with an m******) if not, ill send it to you nalang

JTM!!!

Music speak louder than words.

milesy — Sun, 08 Oct 2006 09:13:28 +0000

On the verge of crying and breaking down.
On the verge of laughing out loud for what you told me last night.
On the verge of wanting to run away and never see your face anymore.
On the verge of shouting at you.
On the verge of hugging you.
On the verge of wanting to just pretend nothing happened these couple of days.
On the verge of actually believing you. I want to, I really do, but somehow, it dont work that way.

Music speak louder than words…
two completely different feelings, got me confused and f****** up.

Thats when by Aslyn

lyrics here

Too little, too late by Jojo

lyrics here

Big BANG

milesy — Fri, 06 Oct 2006 13:15:51 +0000

Bang it, shake it, move it, cut it. ARRRGGGH!

I have bangs. Yipee.

Maintenant, Bear, youre the only one reading.
Putain toms is going to be weird.

The squirrel tried swimming. Im not sure he belongs there.
Lol.

AND the bear tried swimming too, if you know what i mean.

Welcome to da jungol, welcome to da jungol.

Today, we will remember. The day two mammifieres tried swimming.

BOW.

Remplir cette feuille blanche.

milesy — Fri, 06 Oct 2006 07:28:11 +0000

A ce point la, je n’ai plus rien d’autre a faire, et je m’emmerde dans ce foutu monde.

Putain, ca suffit pas de se dire a soi-meme “J’en ai marre”? Bein moi, j’en a vachement marre. Si je l’ecris ici sur ce fucking blog, c’est pour me prouver, que quand on arrete de le dire a soi meme, et quand on commence a le dire comme si c’etait la realite, et pas une foutue idee qu’on s’est mise dans la tete, que peut etre, j’arretrai aussi d’en avoir marre, pour de vrai.

J’en ai ras le cul de tout. Bon, pas tout, mais… Heureusement qu’on a des potes. Et encore!

Non, mais la j’en ai marre (like, soooo fucking fed up) de ma ptite evil chicken. “its a two way relationship” elle m’a dit a table, just maintenant.

Two way street my ass! Putain, si tu veux parler de two way street, peut etre que tu devras m’ecouter un peu plus, et me regarder un peu moins. ECOUTER! C’est ca ton probleme, tu ne sait pas m’ecouter. Tu ne m’ecoutes que quand je dis des choses tu veux entendre, genre ma note d’histoire geo, ou a quelle heure j’ai dormit hier soir, pour m’engueuler apres.

Do you seriously enjoy it? Do you find any joy in saying stuff you know piss me off? Do you enjoy it when I dont say anything the whole night, and play loud music? Do you love it when you say no, if i ask to go out? No. No. No. C’est tout ce que tu said dire. NO! ca vaut meme plus la peine de te demander la permission de sortir. Je ne peux pas etre ta petite fille, bien sage toute ma vie.

Tu dis que c’est pas la fin du monde, et qu’il y aura d’autres fois, et que ces problemes que j’ai, ce n’est rien du tout par rapport a les tiennes. PUTAIN. On a tous des problemes, tu sais. GRRRRR. Ca m’arrache les couilles de te voir, toute sourriante, comme si de rien n’etait, et que moi, je souffre. Et c’est simplement a cause de toi.

Comme je te hais. Si seulement j’avais assez de force pour te dire tout ca, je le dirai. Mais le truc c’est que, j’en ai pas, car tu la tout pris. J’ai fini de pleurer, au moins j’espere. Et j’ai plus de force.

J’ai plus de force, et c’est a cause de toi. Je te hais.

OMFG

milesy — Wed, 04 Oct 2006 10:42:15 +0000

Ok. I have no idea what is happening around me. Everything is just a sureal blur. Eveything seems ok, but then again, im not sure.

Welcome to the jungol, welcome to the jungol.

Squirrel’s confusing the shit out of me.
Funkyfish with a fucking fugly faircut. Ha. ha. At least my humour didnt go away with my hair.

My dear ****, we have to do something about your ****, and his mermaid.
Mouse, spankin party, fish needs to go to the bitch beach.
Squirrel, urgh. Still dont want to talk about it.

I have to stop posting like this. really should think about something more intellectual.

on va tous crever. on va tous crever.
under the sea. under the sea.

welcome to the jungol. welcome to the jungol.

i dont wanna wait in vain for your love. i dont wanna wait in vain for your love.

It’s just too little too late
A little too wrong
And I can’t wait
Boy you know all the right things to say
You say you dream of my face
But you don’t like me
You just like the chase
To be real, it doesn’t matter anyway
It’s just too little too late

Welcome to the jungol, welcome to the jungol.

Squirrels can’t fly, and fish dont like peanut butter.

milesy — Tue, 03 Oct 2006 11:22:53 +0000

Is it possible to like someone, when they hurt your feelings?
Is it possible to just want to cry when they do?
Is it possible to want to neglect all that pain, because of what you feel?
Is it possible to be blinded by it all?

One person. One opinion. One say.
And when it all shatters, what will remain of you?

One heart. One smile. One touch.
And when they give it, what will become of your sanity?

♥ What will become of me? ♥

I cant take it anymore.
This just too much.
I dont understand this. I’m not supposed to even feel this way.
But I do. Oh no, help me.

I wish I could take it back. Take it all back.
Why now? Why this? Why you? Why me?

I HATE U.

BUT I DON’T.
That’s just it. I don’t.
Not even close.

I just dont know if this is enough. If you’re enough. Hell, youre too much already. But somehow, youre just… not enough, and not what i want.

You’re all you want, but are too blind to see what others do.

Wake up little one, wake up.
Wake up, and smell the flowers around you.

Urgh, I wish it would just stop. STOP! STOP!

♥ I HATE U. ♥

BUT I DON’T.
That’s just it. I don’t.
Not even close.

~~PS: this is my first entry EVER of you, and it already sucks.~~