This post however, is about xx. What is xx? Those of you that know, know. Good enough for me. And to make it more interesting, I'll do it in songs. Whee.

:sO tEcHnIcAlLy tHeSe aRe "sOnGs fOr xX"?

:you are so not funny.

As it stands, the current situation is: Muse - Time Is Running Out

I think I'm drowning
Asphyxiated
I wanna break this spell
That you've created
You're something beautiful
A contradiction
I wanna play the game
I want the friction
You will be the death of me
You will be the death of me
Bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it
Our time is running out
Our time is running out
You can't push it underground
You can't stop it screaming out
I wanted freedom
Bound and restricted
I tried to give you up
But I'm addicted
Now that you know I'm trapped
Sense of elation
You'd never dream of
Breaking this fixation
You will squeeze the life out of me
Bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it
Our time is running out
Our time is running out
You can't push it underground
You can't stop it screaming out
How did it come to this?
You will suck the life out of me
Bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it
Our time is running out
Our time is running out
You can't push it underground
You can't stop it screaming out
How did it come to this?

Half of me wants to say: Midnight Hour - Running Away

:dOn'T lIe aNd sAy tHaT iT's oKaY
iT's aLrIgHt iF tHeRe'S nOtHiNg mOrE tO sAy
sO i'M rUnNiNg aWaY
i'M lEaViNg tHiS pLaCe
yEaH, i'M rUnNiNg aWaY
i'M rUnNiNg aWaY
dOn'T tElL mE i'M tHe oNe tO bLaMe
iT's tOo lAtE fOr yOu tO mAkE mE sTaY
nO, i wOn't sTaY
sO i'M rUnNiNg aWaY
i'M lEaViNg tHiS pLaCe
yEaH, i'M rUnNiNg aWaY
i'M rUnNiNg aWaY
aNd fAsTeR tHaN yOu cAn fOlLoW mE fRoM tHiS lOnElY pLaCe
aNd fArThEr tHaN yOu cAn fInD mE, i'M lEaViNg
yEaH i'M lEaViNg tOdAy
aNd i, i'Ll nEvEr lEt yOu fInD mE
i'M lEaViNg yOu bEhInD wItH tHe pAsT
nO, i wOn'T lOoK bAcK
aNd i dOn'T wAnT tO hEaR yOuR rEaSoNs
dOn'T wAnT tO hEaR yOu tElL mE wHy i sHoUlD sTaY
aNd tRy, aNd tRy tO uNdErStAnD mE
aNd tRy tO uNdErStAnD wHaT i sAy wHeN i sAy i cAn'T sTaY
i, i'M mOvInG oN fRoM tHiS pLaCe
i'M lEaViNg aNd i wOn'T qUiT rUnNiNg aWaY
i'M rUnNiNg aWaY
i'M lEaViNg tHiS pLaCe
yEaH, i'M rUnNiNg aWaY
i'M rUnNiNg aWaY

But the other half wonders if I should: Relient K - Give Until There's Nothing Left.

:no one told me
the right way
the right way to go about this
so i'll figure it out for myself
'cause how much
is too much
to give you
well i may never know
so i'll just give until there's nothing else
yeah i'll give give give (until there's nothing else)
give my all (until it all runs out)
give give (and i'll have no regrets)
i'll give until there's nothing left, i'll give
no one told me
how bad i need you (need you)
but i somehow arrived
at that conclusion all by myself (all by myself)
and i want
all you have to offer (to offer)
so i offer myself and i'll just give until there's nothing else
and i'll i'll give give give (until there's nothing else)
give my all (until it all runs out)
give give (and i'll have no regrets)
i'll give until there's nothing left
i'll give give give (until there's nothing else)
give my all (until it all runs out)
give give (and i'll have no regrets)
i'll give until there's nothing left
sometimes I think
like all I ever do
is ask for things
until i ask too much of you
but that's not the way (that's not the way)
i wanna live (I wanna live)
i need to change (i need to change)
but something's got to give
yeah something's got to
i'll give give give (until there's nothing else)
give my all (until it all runs out)
give give (and i'll have no regrets)
i'll give until there's nothing left to give
give give give (until there's nothing else)
give my all (until it all runs out)
give give
i'll give until there's nothing left, i'll give

Conclusion? I still haven't made up my mind. Of course, the clock's still ticking.

So I'm singing these songs for xx in my head... as Time Is Running Out...

Als halbwegs großer Fan des Flattermanns bin ich schon ziemlich gespannt wie er sich im Kampf gegen Joker schlägt. Der Trailer sieht auf jeden Fall interessant aus...

Yeah, my mom......:)

I dont care about the sunshine, yeah
cause mama, mama, Im coming home
Im coming home.........!!

::: Ozzy Osbourne ::: Mama i'm coming home lyrics :::

The creatures hovering on the edge of stricken shadow
weave dark and bloody charms
to hammer at the  landscape of what is held hallowed
shifting graves to body farms.
Life without pity…

It is a lonely place that exists upon the last divide
with silent echoes and muted screams
filling the spaces between the headstones of the wise
with broken bones and shattered trees.
Justice most unfitting…

The beings called to form the shield stand without waver
whispering words of forgotten power
to define the line where rotted things can not savor
victory within this or any hour.
Sanity most ripping…

It is a lonely place that finds the Fallen against eachother
breaching citadels of protections
to wage mindless and unending conflict on one and another
missing both truth and direction.
Bloody blades dripping…

The essence bound to flesh and pain serves as marker of it's own
to show the strength of the Fallen
for the mantra of who we are is chiseled in to our very bone
for the graves within our calling.
Time seen unending…

It is a lonely place that calls across the distance
with soft moans and empty smiles
passing among the broken stones of forgotten wishes
finding silence through the miles.
Death's great city…

02. Pressione Ctrl+J para duplicar a layer, pressione Ctrl+U para abrir a caixa de Hue/Saturation, reduza o valor de Saturation para -100 como na imagem abaixo, sua imagem deverá ficar em preto e branco.

03. Pressione a letra E do teclado para selecionar a Eraser Tool, escolha um brush de tamanho pequeno e pontas duras, passe na parte da íris do olho.

04. Sua imagem deverá ficar como na imagem abaixo.

06. Agora vá em Image> Adjustments> Brightness/Contrast e defina os valores abaixo (caso esteja usando o Photoshop CS3 marque a opção Use Legacy e defina o valor de -72 para Contrast).

07. Sua imagem deve ficar como a da foto abaixo.

08. Agora clique na layer original (colorida) e vá em Image> Adjustments> Brightness/Contrast e defina os valores abaixo, pressione Ok, sua imagem deverá ficar como a da foto abaixo.

09. Ao final sua imagem estará como a da foto abaixo.

Ella lo abrazó cuando sintió el movimiento y el andén empezó a desplazarse más allá de la ventanilla.

-Ya está hecho, Rhea, mañana estaremos volando muy lejos de aquí, no pensé que saliera tan perfecto.

-Siento un poco de remordimiento por él.

-Es un estúpido. No puedo creer que hayas estado todo este tiempo con él.

-No digas esos, es demasiado bueno e ingenuo.

-Ya lo creo, lo hemos desplumado.

-Es lo que me pone mal.

-No seas tonta, nos amamos y nos merecemos esto. Siempre es lo mismo, los ricos tienen todo y no lo disfrutan, siempre ocupados en sus negocios, incapaces de vivir...

-En eso tienes razón, las en reuniones de trabajo, los viajes de negocio.

-Creo que lo va a lamentar. Ahora, pensemos en nosotros...

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But no sign of lemonite, and much the same with Lemonite Hosting, a company which 2 days ago has suspended all our accounts with them. Fortunately, the majority of these accounts were empty, having been previously moved off of Node 8. However, it is estimated that as many as 50 webmasters could have been locked out of their data by this move. Good thing for Pvcsnathan's tutorial on backing up your files.

We were never notified of the suspension or the reason behind it, and received no response to our message to their support center. At this time, accounts are being moved to Node 14. Node 14 is managed by the company 'My Kind of Host', which so far has lived up to their "commitment to ... customer satisfaction [which] is unparalleled in the industry". They have been very helpful in answering our support messages and we were set up with them in record time.

We are looking forward to a stable future with MKOH "in one of the best connected data centers in the world".

Most people do, actually. Give the quietest person in your social circle a chance (and by chance I do mean cultivate entirely wholesome conditions for interactive communication - a good way would be to get them totally, utterly wasted) to talk and they'd probably spend the rest of the day, dear deity, spewing forth paragraphs of unmitigated text, text and I-CAN’T-BELIEVE-IT’S-NOT-BUTTERTEXT whether you could be bothered to listen at all.

:y’know what the problem with that is? you probably wouldn’t listen anyway unless you were:
a) a guy trying to get into a girl’s pants
b) a girl trying to get into a girl’s pants
c) a girl trying

and here i say trying (for the third option) because sometimes i suppose sometimes it’s really gotta feel like crap for the girl knowing that the guy (or deity forbid, guy-like person) on the other end’s only pretending to listen to what she’s talking about.

oh, right, i forgot the last option.

d) a girl talking to another girl... wait, scratch that, sometimes even that isn’t true.

but what do i know, ‘cause really i’m just a figment of a infantile boy’s puerile and yet fascinatingly vivid imagination with the female mentality. so really y'all can just (obscene gesture) off.

:yOu kNoW, sOmEtImEs i fInD iT iNtErEsTiNg hOw i'M aCtUaLly sUpPoSeD tO bE tHe eViL oNe aRoUnD tHeSe pArTs.

Point noted. I'd raise that at the next general assembly of head-figments-of-imagination.

Back to the issue, anyway, I like talking about me. To all my readers (if i have any to begin with), I apologize for this quality of mine that's already going to be painfully obvious the first few -dozen- times I shove it down your throat.

Y'know, that would probably make me a really good Bond supervillian. Hey, I wouldn't mind being in the same room as a Bond girl.

::cue ACME Death Machine. Dark’s wearing a exceedingly sharply pressed suit and tuxedo combo, the kind that y’know, might actually stand on itself if you put it down. Sadly, he's strapped to it (both the tux and the Death Machine.) From somewhere, JD's disembodied and notably diabolical voice outlines the entire evil evil plan to WORLD DOMINATION MUAHAHA. Unsurprisingly, Light is the requisite Bond Girl. She rolls her eyes.::

:hello? a little originality please?

:iT fLeW oUt oF tHe wInDoW wItH tHe wOrD ACME. nExT tHiNg yOu kNoW wE'rE aLl gOiNg tO bE mAkiNg lAmE-aSs aUsTiN pOwErS qUoT-

:now don't you even GO there.

::cut to reality::

Yeah, that's probably why I don't tend to blog about the things that are happening in my life nows-a-days, but rather prefer to spend it on useless little ditties like these. Expunging my thoughts, beliefs and idiosyncrasies on my darling audience. Deity, I admit, I'm like, so self-centred.

But what's there to tell about my life anyhow? It's really kind of sad how I'm living nows-a-days.

:yEaH, wHaT wItH tHe lOcKiNg yOuRsElF uP iN yOuR rOoM aNd sTeWiNg aRoUnD wItH nOtHiNg tO dO.

:oh, but you do have things to do. you have responsibilities to fulfil. things to design. things to plan for.

:sCrEw tHoSe.

:yeah, screw those.

:lOoK, mIsS gOoDy-tWo-sHoEs - wAiT, wHaT?

I'm not that good. I know that for a fact. I don't can't have that much faith in my capabilities anymore. It sucks to know that there are people who are expecting you to deliver when you know you're not going to live up to their expectations. It sucks to know that you're probably not leaving a horrendously good impression of yourself in other people's minds. It sucks to attract comfort and pity. It sucks to be lousy.

I know I think too much, that I have too much stuff on my mind all the time,  that because of this I'm leaving all the people I care about out of my internal space. It's been nearly a month since I saw any of my non-hall friends, even the closer ones in a real outing or social setting and not like, say "Oh, what are you doing in school?". Thank you, you know who you are, for pointing that out and I'm sorry. I can only hope that I'll be able to overcome my problems so that I'll be able to be normal again.

This is my war to fight. You can't help me when the enemy is myself.

:wHaT aBoUt -

No, not even you two. Besides, in essence, you are me.

That being said, apologies to my family for not going home. Apologies to my closer friends (non-hall) for the extended leave of absence. Apologies to my friends in general for being moody, anti-social, troubled, irritable, sleepy, tired and generally giving you all the vibes and the aura that I don't give a crock of waste matter about you all. Apologies to all the people I still owe birthday presents, celebrations, money, whatever. Apologies to my hall friends for making you people worry because you're all really busy and I don't deserve it.

Ahh (expletive) this isn't supposed to sound emo but it already is. (expletive expletive expletive) I'm not emo. (looooong expletive).

::cue Monty Python's Flying Circus theme song::

:aNd nOw fOr sOmEtHiNg cOmPlEtElY dIfFeReNt!

Nic(choy) sent me something really cool today.

Thanks dude. Really appreciate the encouragement. (For those of you who don't get it, turn it 180 degrees and read it again.)

By the way, next post will be a rant about relationships. So yay, it'll be more more more entertaining, I swears it. Then again, it won't neccessarily be less emo.

Batman The Dark Knight sur Lafoireolien

The corridors are cold and silent, twisting through my mind.

          Washed in empty dreams and shattered fragments of time.

It’s not so very terrible here, except that I’m alone.

          Clothed in dark as always and on the edge of hope.

The voices have all gone quiet now, as confused as me it seems.

          Where is the wicked laughter now, that once so haunted me?

Farther down the hallway maybe, that door just to the left.

          I try to pass the others and instead I loose my step.

The fall is quick and doesn’t hurt, not really all that much.

          The floor is rough and jagged here, my hands are deeply cut.

I tell myself “that was close” and “could have been much worse,”

          It’s the tears I feel on my face that make me want to curse.

I go through every litany and prayer I’ve ever learned.

          Then I stop to remember that it’s there I have been burned.

I tell myself to control the fear … that I can and will be strong,

          Traveling this corridor where the light has long been gone.

A few more steps find me there, in front of a clear glass door.

          I see them as a terrible mist, these voices I abhor.

I can feel their malice a breath a way and hear their droning pleas,

          To turn the key is all it takes and they could all be free.

I turn away and press my back hard against the glass.

          I wonder if it is here that I will fail my final task.

Perhaps absorption is the only freedom I shall ever find,

          The very thought makes cold this hallway of my mind.

I hear a voice say, “Step away” and my blood just slows to ice.

My back remains against the glass and I shake with anger and fright.

How could one have gotten loose?  I know the door is strong.

I feel myself take a step and wonder if it’s wrong.

“Take another step” I feel a funny tickle in my throat.

Understanding washes over me and I feel I’ve always known.

The only voice remaining yet…

This voice is finally my own.

es zählt nicht die menge sondern der konsum

Cuando llegué al auto, había una persona en su interior, distinguía sólo su silueta recortada en la escasa luz de la luna. En otras circunstancias hubiera sentido temor, pero inexplicablemente me estaba tranquilo. Me acerqué al vehículo por el lado del acompañante, para saber si esa persona necesitaba algo, no podía ver su rostro. Cuando estuve lo suficientemente cerca, le dije:

-“¿Oiga, este es mi auto, necesita algo?

El vidrio se encontraba levantado y el hombre en el interior pareció no escucharme, me acerqué mucho más, puse mis manos al costado de mi cara para poder ver mejor y me apoyé en el vidrio… Entonces recién me dí cuenta que el corazón me latía aceleradamente.

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We will hide him under the name of Sauron.

This is what he SHOULD look like, as popularized by Jackson's Lord of the Rings movie trilogy:

In my past four years, he has managed to derail me twice, sent me on assignments which were supposed to last a few weeks but turned into a few months, insulted me (through insinuation and in mockery) because of my sexual orientation, and is pretty much reviled by all those under him and all those above him.

Sauron, if you are reading this, be thankful you and I are employed by the same company for now. But I look forward to the day when that fact ceases to be true, upon which time I will proceed to systematically

Kick

Your

Ass

This is going to be the first and last post dedicated to you, dear Sauron, because I am done allocating brain cells to your insignificant existence:

• You are reviled by people all around you. The levels of revulsion vary but know that the highest level of revulsion usually reserved for child molesters and puppy-catapulters pale in comparison to you.
• Your karma is so black (no, this is not a yo-mama joke) that it sucks in the life energy of the universe. I am firmly convinced that you will return, in the next life, as a dark, curly, diseased hair: planted firmly on the rectal opening of a New York city sewer rat. Who regularly eats chili mixed with diapers. And suffers from diarrhea.
• (And this last bullet I've already told you before) If you were hanging on for dear life on the edge of a cliff, I will not stomp on your fingers to aid your (fitting) demise. Why? My momma raised me better than that. I will, however, be sitting and patiently waiting with a 1992 Dom Perignon, for the release of your last, tenacious grip.

You are a brilliant strategist, and I respect that. But as far as human beings go, you are the dregs of the dregs of the human gene pool.

...

...

*blink*

*blink*

...

...

Wow, that came from a dark and twisty place in my psyche. But it was catharsis and I am thankful.

To offset the mood of this post, I offer you, from http://icanhascheezburgers.com:

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So did you all have a good 4th of July last night? Some wild partying? I hope so. Mine was pretty good....but I couldn't light of any of my fireworks...and I'm a pyromaniac, so that sucked.

As fair warning, you may find me annoying at times, if not constantly. I'm laughing at myself because I haven't the foggiest idea why I am writing this or why I am even creating a blog on this website and yet, I am here writing to you. Perhaps it's the constant feeling of disconnection from others I am encountering these days. It's all the suffering of complete solitude with half the calories. Ah yes, that was me trying to make a funny. Anyway, this disconnection is not with a single person or even a handful of people. No. It's with everyone around me. With my parents, my teenage genetic coding is forcing me to be argumentative and opposing. With the rest of my family, I honestly am baffled at how different I am from them. With friends, of course we get along well; however, my mentality on certain subjects and my point-of-view on life in general isn't even on the same playing field. Okay, maybe I'm not giving my friends enough credit. I do recall an occurrence when we were caught in a lengthy discussion on pubic hair. One of my teachers also got into it with us. Hey, what else would you expect from a group of high school guys?! Oh yeah, I haven't even introduced myself properly. My name is Devourer of Souls, but everyone calls me Travis. On my underwear it says Travis Tell. Friends call me Trav. Lovers call me Big Daddy. (Yup, the jokes don't get any better than that) Like I've said before, I am sixteen years old. I am going to be a junior this upcoming school year. And loathing every moment of it...:D I attend Father Duenas Memorial High School which is an all boys school (*ugh*) located on the beautiful island of Guam (O_o omg where's Guam?). If you don't know where Guam is the answer is simple, GRAB A FREAKIN' ATLAS AND FIND IT YOURSELF! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I HAVE BEEN ASKED THAT QUESTION!! hehe sorry about that, I tend to get carried away. Well, although I am not a local and don't know a lick of the chamorro language, chamorro is the native people. I apologize to any of you who already know this stuff, this is just a formality. Now moving on, I am straight and currently in love the only problem is that she's going out with someone else. (And that story is for another day) I enjoy the finer things in life and have a strong liking to all things dark and/or black. I have been referred to as emo, wasn't my intent, but it sort of stuck. And I have found that I can relate to others with an emo personality. I enjoy poetry, reading, music, friends, and the relaxing qualities of silence. For the record, my life isn't all that bad. There's never a dull moment, I'll give you that. Okay, patience diminishing. I'll try to make this a daily thing, although I can't make any promises during the school year.

Until Tomorrow,

T. Tell

Blackout Zones #4: Lily Viona

It's been a long times since I've actually landed this old bird. Whisper, she's been in space for near six months without making any such land drop since last summer. She holds together through all the midspace rendezvous and asteroid meetings. It's better for a ship that way sometimes. Without going through the pains of atmosphere entry, she doesn't get hurt. On the other hand, without that, you never know if something's wrong with her until it's too late.

I crew the ship, Whisper, by myself most of the time. Occasionally, someone will ride from moon to moon with me, but not too often. I used to have a dog, but living things don't take to kindly to space. Dogs, like humans, I guess, like to run. Nowhere to run out here in the black. Just dark.

Sometimes I talk to myself. I used to talk to the dog, but now I talk to Whisper. Nobody much listened when I was little. They did all the talking until I left at eighteen. Now Whisper, though. She's a good listener. Oftentimes, she tell me things; like when something's wrong with her in the engines or when it's getting a bit to warm inside. Things like that.

All said and done as it is, I got packages to drop of at Eavesdown on Persephone. I'll get to go ashore! That'll be different. People and rocks. Rocks and grass. Grass and Dirt. Dirt and people. Exciting, ain't it?

Packages to and from.

Moon to moon I come.

To and fro I go.

Happy 4th of July. This was taken at my Aunt and Uncle's house with their camera. It turned out alright. I've always wanted to take one of those action pictures with the streaming lights and colors. Now I have.