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Friday, January 6, 2012
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Saturday, October 15, 2011
food for thought
Ok, since blogger is annoying when it comes to sharing music and my last idea was not exactly received with loud cheering, i've got another modest idea. Would it be an idea to do something together again, i would honestly love to see you guys again in person and talk about our daily ongoings...perhaps we could go out and have dinner somewhere?? (and maybe even discuss a new blog-thing-storytelling) The suggestion box is open of course, hope to hear something from you guys :)
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Monday, October 3, 2011
Tune in? :)
Would it be an idea to start a joint music blog? As in posting your favourite music, new acts you've recently discovered and so forth. The sky is the limit, no rules, everyone posts as much as they can handle, just paste the embedding code as found on youtube into the composing box (but i believe everyone has pretty much found this out already). If i can get at least one collaborator it's on, but the more the better, you might even want to invite friends over to our party, no dresscode :)
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Nothing too spectacular.
I was quite surprised to see an update on here, but surprised in a good way. First of all, Kylian, I want you to know that I am (and I'm pretty sure everyone else agrees with me on this one) very happy for you, because I am of the opinion that you are the one who deserved someone to love more than anyone else. (:
Even though nothing great has happened to me over the last month, my life has been great. I have a nice job and a great boyfriend. The problems I've been dealing with over the past few years don't really seem to matter as much as they used to anymore. This is probably just me getting caught up in another cliché, but it's like he makes all the bad disappear. Without trying, he is the reason I am more content with my life and myself these days.
However, I do miss all those awesome people I used to see every single day. The guys with epic facial hair, impressive hairdos, the guys who got swag. I miss them, and I miss my best friend. I really hope we can meet up soon. And by soon, I mean soon!
Even though nothing great has happened to me over the last month, my life has been great. I have a nice job and a great boyfriend. The problems I've been dealing with over the past few years don't really seem to matter as much as they used to anymore. This is probably just me getting caught up in another cliché, but it's like he makes all the bad disappear. Without trying, he is the reason I am more content with my life and myself these days.
However, I do miss all those awesome people I used to see every single day. The guys with epic facial hair, impressive hairdos, the guys who got swag. I miss them, and I miss my best friend. I really hope we can meet up soon. And by soon, I mean soon!
Thursday, September 29, 2011
What's up?
This just in, we're heading over to our reporter who's live at the scene. What's going on over there?
It's quite extraordinary, I have to tell you. I haven't seen anything like it.
How have the reactions been so far?
Pretty good, people seem to enjoy the fact!
So this status of 'being happy', will Kylian be able to uphold it?
Well, one may doubt it. But then again, pigs have flown.
Anyways, this post is just a test as to whether people still read Blogspot. If so, why hello there. If not... Well, there's nothing to say then, really.
Just a quick update on me: I'm in a good place. I've finally found the girl I've been looking for for ages, and honestly just gave up on finding in the first place... And the love's mutual... Well that's a first! She's amazing, I feel like we're amazing together, and I just love her. A lot.
I also feel like, even though the band hasn't been rehearsing lately, we'll come back stronger than ever. It's time to get the creative juices flowing, and for the magicians to start their sorcery.
After this brief update on me, how about you? I haven't 'hung out' with most of you lately, and I wondered how you all were doing. It would be nice for you all to post an update up here; What's keeping you busy, how are you?...
In general...
"What's up?"
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Number 9
After my recognition of the woman that was next to me, and the excruciating pain I was feeling subsided, everything went dark. I felt my body getting cold, and my heart slowly coming to a standstill...
After which I found myself standing up, completely naked. I felt the carpet on my bare feet, an always-so-pleasant feeling. The carpet was a dark shade of red, and the room, no, hall, was decorated in a baroque-style, with lots of golden ornaments and dark woods. It wasn't even a hall, there were rows of chairs, in an arch around a stage... It simply was a theater. I looked around, and found myself in the back of the theater, in front of the 2 enormous ebony doors. I pulled the 2 brass rings that served as doorhandles, but the massive door wouldn't move. "Fuck..."
"Please, no cursing in the house of the lord!" I heard a booming voice roar behind me. I quickly turned around, and saw a man sitting on the edge of the stage. He was wearing a black suit, combined with a thin, white tie. He had longish hair, and a scruffy beard... Well, you could barely call it a beard anyways.
"Where the hell am I?" I agitatedly yelled.
"Well, hell's not the right answer."
"Then what is this place?" I slowly started moving towards the man.
"This is a place of the arts, a place of worship, a place of music. We all know you like music." I approached row 5.
"... How do you know me? Who are you?"
"What's with all the questions? This isn't Jeopardy! Hah! No? Not funny? Okay. Well, you can call me - yeah, just take a seat over there -..."
I stared at the man's scruffy face as I sat down on one of the red, velvet chairs. "What was I saying? Oh yeah, you can call me whatever you like. I like to refer to myself as 'The Writer' or just simply 'Kylian'. You asked me how I knew you? I created you. I took my pen and a piece of paper, and made you."
"... How did I get here?"
"I decided you'd go here." The Writer grinned at me, as he swung his legs unto the stage and stood up.
"This is my home, this is my church, this is the truth: The theater, home of all thoughts, home of everything that makes life worth living. This is where I made you up. All of you: your height, the color of your eyes, how you enjoy the feeling of your feet on this carpet, even your very own thoughts. This, my friend, is my imagination."
He theatrically opened up his arms, but I wasn't even interested anymore, I just wanted to get out of this place. "I know you're not comfortable, but I have yet to decide what I'm going to do with you. Heaven? Hell? You know what, let's ask my friends."
I heard sounds coming from the back of the theater, and I looked behind me. The doors I had just so desperately tried to open, opened. 4 people came out. "Who are they?" I asked the man.
"As I said; my friends, my cowriters. Let me introduce to you: Hannah, Zosha, Daniel and Joram. We're the masters of your universe, we decide what happens to you and the people around you. Now that I think of it, we also decided that you'd die."
"But why would you be so cruel?"
"I just figured it'd make a good opening of a story."
How could this man be so mean? Why did I have to be part of this story? He didn't give me time to think about it. "So, guys, what do you think I should do with this guy?"
"This guy died ages ago, why are you still writing about his past and even his afterlife? There should be better ways to express yourself." the blonde-haired girl said.
"Yeah, you should let him go already!" one of the guys exclaimed. They all seemed to agree: I wasn't going to go anywhere, I'd just disappear. Apparently I was just a figment of someone's imagination, part of a story, and that meant I wasn't relevant anymore. I saw the man looking at me and I could see the sadness in his eyes.
"Well, you heard them, my friend, I think that will be all then."
And then there was nothing. Except for music: The writer would honor me by posting some relevant song. I could finally rest.
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Well, as he expected of me;
In Memoriam,
My Character.
After which I found myself standing up, completely naked. I felt the carpet on my bare feet, an always-so-pleasant feeling. The carpet was a dark shade of red, and the room, no, hall, was decorated in a baroque-style, with lots of golden ornaments and dark woods. It wasn't even a hall, there were rows of chairs, in an arch around a stage... It simply was a theater. I looked around, and found myself in the back of the theater, in front of the 2 enormous ebony doors. I pulled the 2 brass rings that served as doorhandles, but the massive door wouldn't move. "Fuck..."
"Please, no cursing in the house of the lord!" I heard a booming voice roar behind me. I quickly turned around, and saw a man sitting on the edge of the stage. He was wearing a black suit, combined with a thin, white tie. He had longish hair, and a scruffy beard... Well, you could barely call it a beard anyways.
"Where the hell am I?" I agitatedly yelled.
"Well, hell's not the right answer."
"Then what is this place?" I slowly started moving towards the man.
"This is a place of the arts, a place of worship, a place of music. We all know you like music." I approached row 5.
"... How do you know me? Who are you?"
"What's with all the questions? This isn't Jeopardy! Hah! No? Not funny? Okay. Well, you can call me - yeah, just take a seat over there -..."
I stared at the man's scruffy face as I sat down on one of the red, velvet chairs. "What was I saying? Oh yeah, you can call me whatever you like. I like to refer to myself as 'The Writer' or just simply 'Kylian'. You asked me how I knew you? I created you. I took my pen and a piece of paper, and made you."
"... How did I get here?"
"I decided you'd go here." The Writer grinned at me, as he swung his legs unto the stage and stood up.
"This is my home, this is my church, this is the truth: The theater, home of all thoughts, home of everything that makes life worth living. This is where I made you up. All of you: your height, the color of your eyes, how you enjoy the feeling of your feet on this carpet, even your very own thoughts. This, my friend, is my imagination."
He theatrically opened up his arms, but I wasn't even interested anymore, I just wanted to get out of this place. "I know you're not comfortable, but I have yet to decide what I'm going to do with you. Heaven? Hell? You know what, let's ask my friends."
I heard sounds coming from the back of the theater, and I looked behind me. The doors I had just so desperately tried to open, opened. 4 people came out. "Who are they?" I asked the man.
"As I said; my friends, my cowriters. Let me introduce to you: Hannah, Zosha, Daniel and Joram. We're the masters of your universe, we decide what happens to you and the people around you. Now that I think of it, we also decided that you'd die."
"But why would you be so cruel?"
"I just figured it'd make a good opening of a story."
How could this man be so mean? Why did I have to be part of this story? He didn't give me time to think about it. "So, guys, what do you think I should do with this guy?"
"This guy died ages ago, why are you still writing about his past and even his afterlife? There should be better ways to express yourself." the blonde-haired girl said.
"Yeah, you should let him go already!" one of the guys exclaimed. They all seemed to agree: I wasn't going to go anywhere, I'd just disappear. Apparently I was just a figment of someone's imagination, part of a story, and that meant I wasn't relevant anymore. I saw the man looking at me and I could see the sadness in his eyes.
"Well, you heard them, my friend, I think that will be all then."
And then there was nothing. Except for music: The writer would honor me by posting some relevant song. I could finally rest.
-----
Well, as he expected of me;
In Memoriam,
My Character.
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