Friday, April 22, 2005
Hmm.
I just got scolded by some teacher for using my headphones in the library. No, I'm not using any outside device at all. For one thing, I've run out of batteries to bring my discman to school, and I don't even have a mp3 player to begin with.
Ah well. Things like that happen. Do I care? Not really. I don't really care about things. It's hard to make me care.
So cold inside. Hard. Shielded.
You know, when that teacher said that "If you were my child, I would do this."
At that moment, I felt like saying back, "You're not my mother. I'm nobody's child."
Nobody's child.
It's true in a sense. I'm a little odd in the head.
What are the things I think about? Why do I stare at the sky?
In Shaman King, Manta said that Yoh wanted to drift along with the wind, like the clouds. I have a similar feeling. It's just a strange desire.
Be free
That's what Kerlew said to Kari. In a sense, that's what I want too.
What lies in the furthest depths of memory? What lies in the furthest reaches of the skies?
Questions. So many of them.
The wolf howls to the pale moon overhead. A sound lost on the wind.
If only I could touch the sky...
To reach beyond the sky, is there a feeling to describe that?
That was from Bahamut Lagoon. One of my favorite quotes.
Nobody's child.
How fitting for the lonely wanderer.
Unwanted and abandoned by the wayside. Forever searching for that lost feeling.
Empty? I show you empty.
This is ridiculous. How easy I fall back and retreat into my shell. So easy. So tempting.
Cut them all off. Is that what I really want?
I don't know anymore.
But one thing I know. If I could reply earlier to that teacher, I would tell her...
"I'm nobody's child. What right do you have over someone who's unreal?"
And so I sign off.
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I just got scolded by some teacher for using my headphones in the library. No, I'm not using any outside device at all. For one thing, I've run out of batteries to bring my discman to school, and I don't even have a mp3 player to begin with.
Ah well. Things like that happen. Do I care? Not really. I don't really care about things. It's hard to make me care.
So cold inside. Hard. Shielded.
You know, when that teacher said that "If you were my child, I would do this."
At that moment, I felt like saying back, "You're not my mother. I'm nobody's child."
Nobody's child.
It's true in a sense. I'm a little odd in the head.
What are the things I think about? Why do I stare at the sky?
In Shaman King, Manta said that Yoh wanted to drift along with the wind, like the clouds. I have a similar feeling. It's just a strange desire.
Be free
That's what Kerlew said to Kari. In a sense, that's what I want too.
What lies in the furthest depths of memory? What lies in the furthest reaches of the skies?
Questions. So many of them.
The wolf howls to the pale moon overhead. A sound lost on the wind.
If only I could touch the sky...
To reach beyond the sky, is there a feeling to describe that?
That was from Bahamut Lagoon. One of my favorite quotes.
Nobody's child.
How fitting for the lonely wanderer.
Unwanted and abandoned by the wayside. Forever searching for that lost feeling.
Empty? I show you empty.
This is ridiculous. How easy I fall back and retreat into my shell. So easy. So tempting.
Cut them all off. Is that what I really want?
I don't know anymore.
But one thing I know. If I could reply earlier to that teacher, I would tell her...
"I'm nobody's child. What right do you have over someone who's unreal?"
And so I sign off.
