Caravan.....
Mar. 21st, 2002 11:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
urbanamazonI am sick and tired of many things right now. Oddly, though, I’m in a very good mood.
Won’t spare the brain cells right now to wonder if that makes sense or not.
I’m sick and tired of how our Premier is continuing to screw over the province.
I’m sick and tired of those who are blaming the teachers for all these problems, ranting and complaining and bitching and being totally uninformed about the issue. Uninformed hypocrites that just want to sound cool by bashing someone and not caring who.
I’m sick and tired of calculus. But I can live with it.
I’m less sick and tired of the incredibly morbid and disturbing stories that we have to read for English. Why do all of the things we have to study in high school English require heaping amounts of unsettling morbidity? *shudder*
And I’m sick and tired. Literally.
I still haven’t banished this bloody case of sniffles and coughs after nearly two weeks and I almost fell asleep in second block.
But I’ll live.
Right now, though, I am very pleased with many things.
I’ve got my denim trench, my Snake Eyes dog tags (which I thought I lost a long time ago), and my all time favorite J-rock song blaring in my ears.
Weird how some of the little things can make you happy over all of the big bad stuff, huh?
Tsubasa wo hiroge
Sora e habataite
Yakkareru mai ni
Taiyou ni nare …….
Kaze yo fute
Sora e michibiite
Kimi no subete o
Uba waeru mae ni ….
At least I think that’s how it goes. Don’t have the lyrics right in front of me, so I’m writing by ear. Not sure of the romanji. Something about spreading your wings, taking off into the sky, becoming the sun, or something like that to that effect.
Yukkuri to
Yo ga akeru made
Kimi mo dakishimeteta
Nani mo kamo
Ushinau made
Kizukai yasuragini oboreteta
The first verse, more or less. This is hard. The way Japanese flows together so much, it’s hard to separate the words. Then there’s my second favorite song, where I can’t sing the bridge because I run out of breath about three times. How Seki sings Caravan live I will never know….
haruka kanata tooi kuni ja ai wa ima mo hito no inochi wasurerareta tsuyoi kokoro wasurerareta yasashisa ….. *eeeeep* ……. passing out now ……
And Black Angel.
Hooooo, boy am I pleased about that.
All I have to do is fix the font so you can actually read it without a magnifying glass.. I’m not sure about coloring it, though. It has a good impact in black and white, and I’ve honestly never finished a single picture by coloring in Photoshop. Perhaps if I could find someone…..
I might spend all of Art today just working on developing the script format.
*sigh* We shall live like kings, I tell you! KINGS!
And YOP. Long live YOP. I haven’t had that stuff since I lived in Beiseker, and even then it was a special treat only. Geez, that’s about seven years, maybe eight.
Have I ever said how much I love the phone? If Alexander Graham Bell were here, I’d kiss his decomposing feet. …. Or maybe not. I might just settle for a thank-you hug that pops his zombie head right off. Yeah. I give killer hugs.
Nine days…… nine days……
Won’t spare the brain cells right now to wonder if that makes sense or not.
I’m sick and tired of how our Premier is continuing to screw over the province.
I’m sick and tired of those who are blaming the teachers for all these problems, ranting and complaining and bitching and being totally uninformed about the issue. Uninformed hypocrites that just want to sound cool by bashing someone and not caring who.
I’m sick and tired of calculus. But I can live with it.
I’m less sick and tired of the incredibly morbid and disturbing stories that we have to read for English. Why do all of the things we have to study in high school English require heaping amounts of unsettling morbidity? *shudder*
And I’m sick and tired. Literally.
I still haven’t banished this bloody case of sniffles and coughs after nearly two weeks and I almost fell asleep in second block.
But I’ll live.
Right now, though, I am very pleased with many things.
I’ve got my denim trench, my Snake Eyes dog tags (which I thought I lost a long time ago), and my all time favorite J-rock song blaring in my ears.
Weird how some of the little things can make you happy over all of the big bad stuff, huh?
Tsubasa wo hiroge
Sora e habataite
Yakkareru mai ni
Taiyou ni nare …….
Kaze yo fute
Sora e michibiite
Kimi no subete o
Uba waeru mae ni ….
At least I think that’s how it goes. Don’t have the lyrics right in front of me, so I’m writing by ear. Not sure of the romanji. Something about spreading your wings, taking off into the sky, becoming the sun, or something like that to that effect.
Yukkuri to
Yo ga akeru made
Kimi mo dakishimeteta
Nani mo kamo
Ushinau made
Kizukai yasuragini oboreteta
The first verse, more or less. This is hard. The way Japanese flows together so much, it’s hard to separate the words. Then there’s my second favorite song, where I can’t sing the bridge because I run out of breath about three times. How Seki sings Caravan live I will never know….
haruka kanata tooi kuni ja ai wa ima mo hito no inochi wasurerareta tsuyoi kokoro wasurerareta yasashisa ….. *eeeeep* ……. passing out now ……
And Black Angel.
Hooooo, boy am I pleased about that.
All I have to do is fix the font so you can actually read it without a magnifying glass.. I’m not sure about coloring it, though. It has a good impact in black and white, and I’ve honestly never finished a single picture by coloring in Photoshop. Perhaps if I could find someone…..
I might spend all of Art today just working on developing the script format.
*sigh* We shall live like kings, I tell you! KINGS!
And YOP. Long live YOP. I haven’t had that stuff since I lived in Beiseker, and even then it was a special treat only. Geez, that’s about seven years, maybe eight.
Have I ever said how much I love the phone? If Alexander Graham Bell were here, I’d kiss his decomposing feet. …. Or maybe not. I might just settle for a thank-you hug that pops his zombie head right off. Yeah. I give killer hugs.
Nine days…… nine days……
