Journal
Saturday,Oct 18 2003, 05:56:00 AMThis is quite an experiment. My first entry...
This is quite an experiment. My first entry is of course about this diary. I'm going to write a thesis statement for this weblog. Yeah, I used to have one about Luis Enrique but it's dead, though he's not. But he will soon be assasinated by some crazy Barcelona fan, I am sure. Let me tell you. But it may as well be a Real Madrid fan, as crazy as the one from Barcelona, I suppose. 
Oh right the ideas drifted and now we're back on the track. Oh I was saying that I'm going to write about this weblog. As you can see I'm not really telling you anything about my life or myself. So what's the point of writing...a.....so called diary entry when you are not doing it....I think I'm just being too.....shy right. This is my first time you know. 
You know how much I like Liam Riley and I think you can guess that I like the way he writes and I'm imitating his style...but I don't smoke pot.
Ahhhhh.......I want to watch movies. I have yet written any film journals....I hope Louella's not reading this. 
She better not. I mean how would she know about this weblog anyway....so I'm just being paranoid. In the mean time let me copy and paste some psychological analysis report from some online test:
Now you know how sick I am. But mood swings and what not. I mean I change all the time and you can't stereotype me, never! Don't dare to try it, no matter how tough and strong you are. You won't get away with it.
| Paranoid: | Moderate | click for info |
| Schizoid: | Moderate | click for info |
| Schizotypal: | Moderate | click for info |
| Antisocial: | Low | click for info |
| Borderline: | Moderate | click for info |
| Histrionic: | Low | click for info |
| Narcissistic: | High | click for info |
| Avoidant: | High | click for info |
| Dependent: | Low | click for info |
| Obsessive-Compulsive: | High | click for info |
Last time I did it I had like most of them 'very high' and 'high'. Doh! Does it mean that I'm healthier...oh right if you can handle it you can do it here: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv
I want to shop to death.
I love Jeff Buckley to death. Yeh Jo Halka Halka Saroooi Hay! And Be Your Husband....yeah I spent like hours imitating that sliding note thing and hey....I think I got it all worked out. Yay! 
I have to erase the obsessions....I still have me. I cannot not depend on something that I can't rely on. I need something real. You're not for real, let's not pretend! You paranoia....politician.....diva!
No one expects you to understand this. It's okay, it's going to be fine. Because it's all meaningless, really. You didn't miss anything. But just listen to the golden voice of Jeff.
The meaning of this weblog/entry is totally 'denatured'. Doh! What's the point....but I keep on writing anyway. Who cares? 
Yeh jo halka halka sarooi hay! Nusrat! Feteh! Ali! Khan! I like that line after this.....yeh jo halka halka sarooi hay.....I have to learn urdu someday.....teach your self. Self-help all the way. Blah!
Another of my recent favourite is Of Youth by Mahler:
Mitten in dem kleinen Teiche
Steht ein Pavillon aus grnem
Und aus weissem Porzellan.
Wie der Rcken eines Tigers
Wlbt die Brcke sich aus Jade
Zu dem Pavillon hinber.
In dem Huschen sitzen Freunde,
Schn gekleidet, trinken, plaudern,
Manche schreiben Verse nieder.
Ihre seidnen rmel gleiten
Rckwrts, ihre seidnen Mtzen
Hocken lustig tief im Nacken.
Auf des kleinen Teiches stiller
Wasserflche zeigt sich alles
Wunderlich im Spiegelbilde.
Alles auf dem Kopfe stehend
In dem Pavillon aus grnem
Und aus weissem Porzellan;
Wie ein Halbmond steht die Brcke
Umgekehrt der Bogen. Freunde,
Schn gekleidet, trinken, plaudern.
Again, I'm going to learn these words someday.
La la la....my voice is broken.
Brrooom brrrrrooooom. I don't have a car.