If we were to meet, it would be Mahoroba

Thu, 11 Jan 2018 05:35:05 GMT

[Direct English Translation:]

🎶If you have some time for me

Then I will sing a song for you

About ninety-nine balloons

On their way to the horizon

If you maybe think just of me

Then I will sing a song for you

About ninety-nine balloons

And that such a thing comes from such a thing

Ninety-nine balloons

On their way to the horizon

One could take them for UFOs from space

Therefore a general sent

A flying squadron after them

To give the alarm if it was so

There were present on the horizon

Only ninety-nine balloons

Ninety-nine jet fighters, each was a great warrior

They regarded themselves as Captain Kirk

There was a great display of fireworks

The neighbors didn’t understand

And soon felt offended

And in the process they shot at the horizon

At ninety-nine balloons

Ninety-nine ministers of war

Matches and petrol cans (gasoline cans)

They regarded themselves as clever people

Already on the scent of fat quarry

They shouted “War” and wanted power

Man, who would have thought

That someday it would come as far as this

Because of ninety-nine balloons

99 years of war left no place for winners,

War ministers don’t exist anymore,

And not one jet,

Today I withdraw my rounds,

See the world in ruins,

I’ve found a balloon,

I think about you and let it fly.🎶

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Wed, 10 Jan 2018 10:51:47 GMT

🎶It was 9-29, 9-29 back street big city.

The sun was going' down, there was music all around

It felt so right.

It was one of those nights,one of those nights when

you feel the world stop turnin', you were standing

There,there was music in the air. I should have been

Away, but I knew I'd have to stay.

[CHORUS]

Last train to London, just headin' out,

Last train to London, just leavin' town.

But I really want tonight to last forever

I really wanna be with you.

Let the music play on down the line tonight.

It was one of those nights, one of those nights when

You feel the fire is burnin', everybody was there,

Everybody to share, it felt so right.

There you were on your own, lookin' like you were

The only one around, I had to be with you,

Nothin' else that I could do,

I should have been away, but I knew I'd have to say.

[Repeat Chorus]

Underneath a starry sky, time was still but hours

Must really have rushed by, I didn't realize

But love was in your eyes I really should have

Gone, but love went on and on...

[Repeat Chorus]🎶

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Mon, 08 Jan 2018 14:16:47 GMT

🎶Why can't we be friends?

Why can't we be friends?

I've seen you 'round for a long long time

I remembered you when you drank my wine

Why can't we be friends?

I've seen you walking down in Chinatown

I called you but you could not look around

Why can't we be friends?

I paid my money to the welfare line

I see you standing in it every time

Why can't we be friends?

The color of your skin don't matter to me

As long as we can live in harmony

Why can't we be friends?

I'd kind of like to be the President

So I can show you how your money's spent

Why can't we be friends?

Sometimes I don't speak right

But yet I know what I'm talking about

Why can't we be friends?

I know you're working for the CIA

They wouldn't have you in the Mafi-A.

Why can't we be friends?

Why can't we be friends?🎶

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Almost Heaven (Muse oneshot)

Mon, 18 Dec 2017 04:20:25 GMT

Title: Almost Heaven
Author: cherrylng
Flavour: Milk (drama), Honey (angst)
Munchies: Scones (necklace), Rich Tea Biscuits (memories), Salty Caramel Brownies (regret)
Pairing: None
Rating: PG-13/Teen
WARNINGS: Minor Character Death, Graphic Details of Death, Funeral, Original Characters
Summary: “If at some point into the nearby future, I get asked what was the craziest thing that I’ve done for this year, it would be that I got roped into helping the guys from Muse to go and retrieve a cadaver in Mount Everest in order to bring it back to Britain to give it a burial at sea.”
Author’s note: I did this whole thing out of the weirdest whim in my mind. Considering the sheer willpower done to write the whole thing, Tamar saw some of it and insisted that I have to post it one way or another. So thank you to my friend Tamar, for the encouragement needed to do this story! Enjoy and comment!

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Take me home now, country roads.

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Thu, 20 Jul 2017 00:19:28 GMT

I've had phlegm and mucus in my nose and throat before that left me with coughing out sputum and a sore throat before. But this is the first time that it resulted in affecting my vocal chords and making it hard for me to speak. Time for the doctor's touch then.

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Tue, 09 May 2017 15:00:47 GMT

Whenever I look at other people's journal entries online, I think back of mine, the ones that I wrote at long lengths years ago. But then after 2013, I just stopped. I just kept my thoughts to myself. If anyone wanted to know what I think to say, I tell them in chat messages, but rarely or never as a post.

In some ways, it's seen as a sign of maturing to the older people in my life and the imaginary ones in my head, because I'm actually thinking before I say things. But at the same time, it feels... isolating. To be this cautious as a young adult compared to the times when I was a teenager and learning stuff and talking... is it really worth it for me to let myself become this quiet? Like a known entity, yet an enigma at the same time, even to myself.

I'm writing and writing, enjoying myself in letting the stories in my head to come out. I do it for the sake of my own enjoyment, even as I know that it won't be Belldom usually, that it won't be read or commented by many because of what it is. I accept that that's what happens, even if it hurts. I'm currently writing on a Belltin fic for a prompt from panicpalooza about a Soulmate AU, slowly shaping it up but making sure that it won't be ridiculously long to be read.

That's all I can say of at the moment. Maybe once in a while, I will do this, to sit or lie down, and write my thoughts out.

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Tue, 18 Apr 2017 13:35:38 GMT

Posting my fic for the first time in DW, I'm reminded of my teenage years in what was it like posting fics on LJ before its uplifted appearance.

It was a pain in the ass and HTML is really the way to go.

There's good news, however. I've finally posted the fic I've mentioned before. Go and check it out!

-->CLICK CLICK ON THIS LINK FOR SOME BUNNY!MATT<--

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When nostalgia hits you hard

Sat, 15 Apr 2017 12:15:12 GMT

I'm staring at the Rich Text format as I post my first journal entry in years and the very first one in DW, and I can't believe how much things have changed that the screen alone hits me with nostalgia of how I first started out in LJ. Just staring at it alone brings back memories of the struggle and frustration of learning how to use Rich Text without fucking up the format, how much I relied on HTML and learning basic coding before LJ made things simpler and actually efficient to post stuff, how much joy in finding another source of releasing my creativity and imagination, like... the simpler days, man.

I'm writing on several of my stories, keeping 3 tabs for Google Docs opened. Two of them are actively updated, while the third tab is used to change in between other stories that my brain urges me to update on. At any moment, I'm updating and editing seven stories alone... I think. There might've been more than seven. More like ten if I'm stretching it.

And yes, I am updating on The Tax Collector. The next chapter for it won't come anytime soon, but parts of it are fixed to make it flow more smoothly for how the story will go! I intended to make it a mini-series and I intend to keep it that way!

As for what else I'm writing on the two active tabs on Google Docs... well, one is for an old one and one is a new one ;)

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