joeykaye's Xanga

Love me when I'm gone

Fri, 09 Oct 2009 06:51:21 GMT

Currently listening: Three Doors Down - When I'm Gone

It has been decided.

Today, I closed my Facebook account. Here's the reason:

After a time of inactivity (besides the actual inactivity here), I returned several times to FB to find there's LOTS of comments from the persons who I contacted (being them Cheryl, and Shyori among others). Most comments were inane, and not really relevant to my interests.

What to do? I was saying. Even my posts were so low quality, other people would not believe a word I say.

Besides, I've been in yet another segment of depression, and in times like that, I like to scrap my online stuff, withdraw from the world and die in a hole. I've done it here, and it costed me ~~Fionn's friendship~~ dear. Let's say almost the proverbial arm and a leg.

So from now on, it's gonna be here, baby. As usual. Why, you may ask? Because Xanga is for people who actually can type more than a sentence without going OMFG datz so radkl, U stnk, me FlieZ!!!!1, ending in a classic ROTFL trance induced by more LOLZ than anything else (or bad homeland-grown marijuana, if you may).

So, expect me to have a couple of anime reviews I'm preparing, since Off line does not mean off with anime.

Sore ja,

Joey

Reiterate

Tue, 29 Sep 2009 00:04:20 GMT

Currently listening: Jean Michel Jarre - Oxygêne

I've been thinking on what to do with the little time to spare now that I have been in an increase of responsibilities in my job, and a contrasting change in day schedule. At the same time, I've been coming up with bits and pieces and feel they would have some cohesivity so I can assemble a song or two, if I set myself to do so. To add up to the sum, I'm going through a certain internal (or affectional, if you may) turmoil, I feel like expressing some stuff bottled inside. It's like I feel there's certain number of events piling up on another to conform a sizeable column of feelings. That should be left into the open, I reckon, for my own peace of mind.

I suppose being left on my own by my two friends (one going for a life in a household as a head mother, and the other for studies at a distant city, where anything can happen, including finding someone to near - but not disposable yet - plans of getting married) makes me one lonely cat. One that needs someone to trust.

So, I think reiterating my friendship with them is quite an impossible feat, since it appears everyone took their own path, except me.

Lonely, but not at the top. What a mess.

Joey.

Be for you, Be for Me

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 01:42:59 GMT

Curently listening: This!

It's been such a long time I left this project in the can, I was looking forward a time to sit down, relax and put on the cans (headphones) so I could mix it to my heart's content. Why did I have to sit down and give a time slot? Because! it had major cohesivity problems between the two voices. One was done with my trusty Electrovoice PL80 (used by nyo) and I used an Audio Technica ATR-25, condenser microphone. Results? the two voices sound quite different in the raw, so I had to carefully tweak the eq's so they could sound similar in terms of sheen, air and bass density. Other than that, the compression ratios were a bit of a chore, since I tend to yell at the mike, while Nyo tends to use close proximity a lot.

I guess It came alright, so... for those who like Love Hina Again, Here's our personal version of ...

If you, dear casual reader, feel like commenting, please do note we were just "singing" in a Karaoke-like mode, with record enabled. She sang first - her whole parts - then I recorded mine. It had not to be perfect, it was fun, so it could not be perfect. Any note misses are because of the spontaneity it was sprawling across the room. No ego trips whatsoever.

Friends 4 EVA!

Lyrics (source: www.animelyrics.com)

Be For You, Be For Me

Joey:
カラカラ渇いてる胸の中
ふと立ち止まり　気が付いたから
Nyo
誰もが急いでる街の中
少しゆっくり歩いてみた
Joey
声にださない願い　あなたとなら叶えたいよ
Nyo
時々泣きたくなると眼を閉じてこう思うの try

Both
だけどあなたがいる愛を求めている
どんな時も心はあるよそばに
だからわたしがいる愛を探している
ふたりなら優しい涙に変わる
夢はきっと叶う

Nyo:
どこにいたって何をしてたって
あなたの事考えている
Joey:
今日のこの青い空切り取って
ふたりの記念日の色にしよう
Nyo:
声にならない祈りこのままいつまでもいたいと
Joey:
ふかく愛するほどにひとは強くなる切なくなる why

Both:
ここにあなたがいる愛を求めている
永久に続くふたりだけの奇跡
そしてわたしがいる愛を探している
終わらない未来を一緒にふたり
これから歩き出す

ずっとあなたがいる愛を求めている
わたしだけの誰かはあなたなんだ
そこにわたしがいる愛を探している
ありふれた一瞬が燐くのは
ふたりだからこそ

きれいな感情

Wed, 16 Sep 2009 18:14:02 GMT

Currently listening: This!

きれいな感情

そっと触れられて
この頬の冷たさにやっと気づいた
朝目が覚めて
鳥の声にはじめて気づくように　突然

まだ知らない何も
心が求めてるもの
知らないの

空ばかり見ていた
いつから　こうして
あの雲の真下へ思いを飛ばして

夢のつづきを生きるみたい
頼りない私でも　愛して

胸の泉にある涙はどんな色なの
悲しみはーーー

朝の光が今　孤独をつつんだ
あなたが目を開けてほほえむ瞬間

空ばかり見ていた
窓から遠くへ
あの雲の真下へ連れていって

両手には　あふれ出す
きれいな感情
あなたに捧げたい

そっと触れていて
そっとこの頬に
そっと　そっと

歌　：新居昭乃
作詞／作曲：新居昭乃

She's waiting for Godot, I'm not.

Sat, 12 Sep 2009 14:55:13 GMT

Currently listening: Milk - Ai (Chuuseishin)

No doubt I've been more than absent from my quasi-day-to-day, virtual activity book. I can claim nothing but being guilty of slothery. But bad as it is, I've been really busy (classic, archetypal scapegoat) to the point of neglecting my writings. As much as I love to sit down and let my imagination run like a Maverick on the dusty plains of New Mexico.

Ok, make that Death Valley (California).

Even my typing skills are suffering, and that's because I've been doing more mouse work, as opposed to doing keyboard work. You see, nowadays, almost any computer has either MS Windows, or MacOS. Or (more rarely) a LINUX clone, giving them the windowed front end everybody loves. Then the work becomes not typing, but using your mouse around the OS front end, or on an application. Usually, most of my workmates (whom I've been observing, just to confirm or discard my theory) work around applications using their right hand only (even left handed are used to mouse with their right hands. Including myself, a partially left-handed person). That makes a great unbalance while using a computer.

Finally, giving close observation to this fact, I came to understand I really loathe using a mouse, because there's just one, for the rigth hand (or if the user is very conscious, the left). I'd like to have a bigger computer desk, where I could place my application windows separated (not stacked, even if I have a 17-inch monitor at the office), and visually go to-and-from any number of applications without having to zoom in with a mouse that is giving me a pain in my right wrist. I'm sure there should be a kind of solution to this. I'm thinking in a Cintiq display, with its specialized pens, but that would be too prohibitive, let alone my company would allow.

Then again I think in terms of my own motivations, and ends. It's too problematic not being a filthy, stinking rich.

Meantime, I'll have to deal with life as is. I guess.

BTW, after writing this, I guess it would make a great post to talk about how I am a "partially left-handed" person. But that will have to wait until I get some more time. Ok?

Well, if a poem, rant or writing comes my way before explaining that, I guess it's ok, too.

Joey.

According to Albus Dumbledore...

Sat, 12 Sep 2009 14:30:01 GMT

"... The differences in customs and language are nothing if our ends are the same, and our hearts are open."

- Albus Dumbledore, according to a Facebook App... (go figurez!)

And that's what I would like to tell to Aitsu.

Where do we go from here?

The empty road to nowhere

Thu, 20 Aug 2009 07:53:00 GMT

Currently listening: Nothing! I'm about to go to sleep.

I just want to write, write away. It's been so long since I posted a thing that I can feel comfortable with. But being my time so short and my rants sometimes tend to be rather long, I suppose I really need the time.

I had something in my mind, but I had a terrible mishap today, and my keyboard lies under my fingers dirty from all the cereal flakes I've spilled yesterday, but couldn't get out under some keys. Basically, the U gets stuc if I don't hit it quickly enough, and the space bar is too hard to press with my thumbs.

Anyways, I just wanted to write something. Anything.

bye...

The trail

Mon, 17 Aug 2009 08:55:45 GMT

Currently listening: Kariyuki Mai - Heart & Soul

I know I've been way too absent from this place. It has to do with my current work status, since I've been increasingly busy. I've only posting verses and such, since I only have the time to work on them during breaks. I just wanted to let you all know I'm not gone, done or anything of the like. I just don't have too much time to sit down and write a post properly, which I truly long for.

There has been a lot of events during this whole time, but I'll try to post as soon as I have the time, or I'll resort to partial posting. It all depends on how much time I have. As for now, is 4.00 a.m. and I really have to take a nap. Tomorrow's gonna be a hard day, just like the others, and I need to take some kind of rest.

Later, dear casual reader. Thank you for hangin' in there.

Joey.

Footprints

Thu, 06 Aug 2009 06:03:47 GMT

Random thought Nr. 16

Like two children on the beach,
taken only by the hand,
ran the promises for each
wishing best of future plans.

But it's over in the heat,
cold is sunken in the snow.
Sun has gone into a pit,
I have wallowed in the cold.

Every time I thought I was
leaving footprints on the beach,
never thought of looking back,
went ahead lookin' for peace.

Things you never dwell on,
restless heart is one to blame.
You and me will never stay on,
rejected test of fire and flame.

And on the distant looking glass,
that which closes in to see details,
always told me of the facts.
Never wanted to hear the tale.

Each occasion had idea,
of my footprints left behind.
Wrong and crooked was the feel,
kept on going like a blind.

On the porch, out on the street
sat to see a rising star.
Souls that ever again will meet.
Nevermore, you and I.

For we're different from the others,
just as much as from each one.
Set aside comment of brothers,
mothers, people, everyone.

Everyday we walked together
was a footprint in my heart.
Tears my eyes will shed forever,
Since they've imagined, a false memoir.

I'm not dead (third time)

Sun, 07 Jun 2009 07:21:54 GMT

Of course I'm not dead.

Not just yet, of course.

It seems life has become a little complicated, or my life is too tiring it makes me go to bed almost directly, and the times I've been trying to sleep well, well, I just try to profit thereof.

One friend of mine was remembering old times and was asking me what do I remember from our childhood dreaming of other cities, other faces, other customs. And there we were, sitting down at the shadow of a tree, or at the schoolyard thinking on leaving when we were able to do so, thinking our life was going to start then.

Somebody said, "Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans". Word.

As soon as I get my contents solid, I'll post. I hope it will be soon, because it looks like I'm abandoning my xanga, which is not true.

Cheers, dear casual reader.

Joey.