Which bicycle to buy?

11/11/05 – Friday
NP: Sonata Arctica – Ain’t Your Fairytale


I believe this world is going through some sort of identity crisis. If not the world, then people in this world. If not all the people, then at least all the people I know.

They don’t know if they ‘get married or buy a bicycle’ (as we say in Brazil). Seriously: I don’t know which bicycle to buy!

This Saturn return thingy is messing a lot with my head. It’s as if I’m stuck in the middle of the ocean… and it’s not like I don’t have the money to get out of here, cause this time I do, but there’s no way to leave the middle of the ocean! It’s as if all the ships around me have massive crowds in them and no one else is allowed in.

Trick is, I can’t find a way into a ship, and if I stay in the middle of the ocean a huuuuuuuge great white shark will soon spot me. Cause I am in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, alright, and that’s where the huuuuuge great whites live (cause it’s not enough to be in the sh*t; you must live the sh*t intensely!).

Also, I can’t swim! I can’t fly, I can’t run away, run away, run away… nor walk in this situation. I’m screwed, aye! =P

Something good is supposed to happen while all the other things around you are bad, right? Hmm, can’t see it! Where the hell is that balance I praise so much? As Lande says ‘where have the angels gone?’? I guess they have all fallen to become Edguys, hahahaha. ^^

Nar, it’s serious. Work sucks at the moment, a lot! They fired a new girl and she kicked ass as an architect! My boss sucks way much more than all of us and we all bet she fired the girl because she was visibly better than her. Now I fear for my job, NOT REALLY!!! Bring on my demission! Changes are always for the best, and this one would obviously do the trick!

My friends suck at the moment! They’re too busy, too angry, to nice or too cute to talk or go out. I’m having an identity crisis because I don’t even know who the real friends are. Well, I’m not taking about them all, but whatever.

My family sucks a bit too. My mom is always fighting about something stupid like ‘look at all the butter you left on the knife. Couldn’t you spread it better?’, and my dad is getting lazier than me! He’s not only not doing stuff, but he’s also offending me as the Great Queen of Laziness. They’re off to the country today, so I intend to miss them while they’re out; that is if my pets don’t decide to suck this weekend. Well, at least they’re cute…

This is a lousy post, I am aware of it, but I had to let it out.

I just had to yell very loud, so this is the place I found to do so (until I build my own house and design a room especially for that =P – The Scream Room \m/).

Okay, now that I said it, I can chill out for a while. Despite the fact that life sucks in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, me – that is, all is fine, and even if it wasn’t, I’ll survive!

You guys take care and watch that shark! Meanwhile I’ll have to recluse myself to figure out which bicycle to buy.

SFOTDTMAG:P (“STUPID FACT OF THE DAY THAT MAKES ANA GO ‘:P’ ”)

¨STARRING¨:
- THE TRICKY UNIVERSE - as itself
- ANA – as ‘The Idiot’

EPISODE IIIIIIIIIIIII – ‘THE REVENGE OF THE UNIVERSE – PART IIIIIIIIIIIII’

Working until 21:00 yesterday I was about to burst into crying, so I left the department for a while, went to the coffee room, starred at the sky through that iron fence and all I could see was the moon, shining over a cloudy sky and whispering to me: ‘DOOD, you’re trapped! =O’. As Sonata says: ‘Unfolding before you, preying for the moon…’ =P


‘The ones who seek justice,
Will pray for it all their lives...
They can and they will skin us all one day...
Oh can you hear them cries? (Can you hear them cries?)
As far as the man can run from us we're following the trail of blood
So hunt my young ones
I have always known the storm would come...

Listen now, my young ones
This not a story I tell
Of midnight, moon and sun...
Are you ready to walk the forbidden road
Learn again what we tried to forget
The dark can now take over you

We have a common past, an ancient bond
The people once broke
We would only take what we need,
They would harvest our weak,
But they hunted us all,
We ended the last of them, thus far, ten lifetimes ago
In hopes of healing the sore,
But the war still went on

Preying for the moon,
Hiding for the day
These might be our last times
I ain't gonna see you taken away...

Heading for the dawn
Of our way of life
You're welcome to give it your best try...
Look me in the eyes, oh, wolver
This ain't your fairy tale...

It took us many years to teach them
How to cry wolf
We made the people serve the purpose
Those ignorant fools... my young ones!
Teach the ones below you something you've learned
And learn from the ones above you
Fear is your deepest wisdom
For these last days...

Preying for the moon,
Hiding for the day
These might be our last times
I ain't gonna see you taken away...
Heading for the dawn
Of our way of life
You're welcome to give it your best try...
Look me in the eyes, oh, wolver
This ain't your fairy tale...

The ones who seek justice,
Will pray for it all their lives...
They can and they will skin us all one day...
Oh can you hear them cries? (Can you hear them cries?)
As far as the man can run from us we're following the trail of blood
So hunt my young ones,The pack they have always feared is back

On your last day, remember, we never die
Death does not exist for us
They don't fear the wolf, but the wild within
No glory to the way this must end
This is a story I told
Unfolding before you

Preying for the moon,
Hiding for the day
These might be our last times
I ain't gonna see you taken away...
Heading for the dawn
Of our way of life
You're welcome to give it your best try...
Look me in the eyes, oh, wolver
This ain't your fairy tale...

The ones who seek justice,
Will pray for it all their lives...
They can and they will skin us all one day...
Oh can you hear them cries? (Can you hear them cries?)
As far as the man can run from us we're following the trail of blood
So hunt my young ones,
The pack they have always feared is back’