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Name: Robert
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: Sugar Land
Gender: Male
Interests: Martial arts, movies, music, mayhem, megalomania :-D Computers and technology, theoretical sciences, literature, poetry, science fiction, theology, fine wine and dining, etc...
Expertise: Almost all of my interests and we can include a few others I can get arrested for as well.
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  EterniaDragon
MSN: ytfROB@hotmail.com
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Yahoo:  ytfROB
Member Since:
2/19/2004
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| Check the lyrics. Deep stuff. And if my sister wasn't taking up space with the song on her Xanga then I might have had this song...Oh well.
Tree Thirteen - Stupid Little Games
(Chorus):
Love me forever and I will do the same
Now we're stagnant, going nowhere
'Cause we're playing stupid little games
(Verse 1):
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"
But her lovin' was so good that I ignored the forewarned
Naive was I to believe that these feelings last forever
Then comes the time for all lies to be severed
Two kids get it together late one summer night
They decide to fall in love because the feeling was right
Tonight's the night I'm gonna make you my true love
It's us against the world.
That's what I'm thinking of.
(Chorus)
(Verse 2):
Two grown up kids decide to fall in love
Gonna take on the world?
What were they thinking of?
She couldn't get past the giddy rushes of a crush
He was more into the feelin' of her delicate touch
They saw each other more as lovers instead of real people
She worshipped him so much she didn't see herself as equal
Her expectations of him were high and kinda lofty
She thought he was hard so she played him like a softy
Softly she whispers her stealth manipulation
Her backup plan, relationship evacuation
A contract stipulation that she comes out on top
She starts playing games that she will not stop
Our love wasn't supposed to end this way
That sounds like something that you might say
But I won't accept the blame for my heart going astray
Because I got sick of the stupid little games that you play
If you could have loved me forever then I could have done the same
But the sound of your name is strange
It brings pain and nothing's the same
(Chorus)
(In background):
Two really big dreamers with really big hearts
With really big plans
Who really didn't know where to start
Things started to fall apart
Right before their very eyes
Scenarios like this make the young ones wise
Then we don the disguise for the games we play
By the end of the game there's too much to say
So we say no words and stand mute
While digging on each other
With one-fingered salutes
(Chorus)
(In background):
Softly she whispers her stealth manipulation
Her backup plan, relationship evacuation
A contract stipulation that she comes out on top
She starts playing games that she will not stop
Consequences I pay until this day
Bruises and open wounds that just won't go away
The memories stay down the lane
And pain will escort you
Because hell hath no fury like her mental torture
(Chorus)
Love me forever and I will do the same...(fadeout.)
(In background):
Two really big dreamers with really big hearts
With really big plans
Who really didn't know where to start
Things started to fall apart
Right before their very eyes
Scenarios like this make the young ones wise...(fade out) | | |
| Another year..and not much to say. It's quite anti-climactic to return to my Xanga with nothing much to say about myself...it's been a while. I'm a year older. My car is wrecked and my left collarbone is broken, and that's been the case since the end of August. Let me affirm that, as much as I hate him, I had nothing to do with Tony Tang's death. Though I would have probably liked to have something to do with it. He didn't even have the decency to be buried so I could shit on his grave. Anyways, I need a new xanga look so if someone could help me on that note I'd be pleased. For now this is an opener to a hopefully more updated Xanga. | | |
| Damn I'm getting old...Today I'm officially 20 
So...while we're at it...who wants to get me a pair of AND1 basketball shoes? 
BTW...if you're wondering why I have 3 seperate entries in such a short time period here's the explaination...keep the relevant comments in their respective entries. | | |
| Search For The Holy Grail
True love is a hard thing to find and regardless of how embittered they are on the surface everyone wants to experience this holy grail of life. However, in this day and age, many people are suggesting that perhaps it is simply a myth. Just look at all the failed relationships and the rising divorce rates. I have faith, though, that true love does still indeed exist, but not quite as everyone wants it to be. It's not something you can simply find, but something you make and maintain with the right person (notice how I didn't say perfect). Even a chalice of gold needs to polished to retain it's lustre...and that's what many people of this world forget these days: that real love is not just some feel good effortless relationship that stays in perfect shape but a relationship with someone that ISN'T perfect (face it, no one is) but is right for you. People change, yes. How about changing together? That's the idea finding someone worth going through all the trouble of maintaining a relationship through the sickness and health, poverty and wealth, and etc. Why do you think it's in the vows? Because it's expected and because marriage isn't all romance and Kodak moments. Marriage requires maintenance. You can't drink out of a dirty grail. It'll only make you sick.
You may think you know all of this but ask yourself this: what do you expect in a relationship? What dumb things have you broken up or argued over? How hard do you really work to keep your significant other happy? Do mood swings or emotional mishaps negatively affect your relationship? Now reread all of this and consider this as being addressed to yourself specifically rather than just to the general public. Common sense isn't always taken to heart is it? | | |
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