tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54697046110673320612024-03-07T23:12:34.994-08:00tila the hun.tyler.ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14203017583404677002noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469704611067332061.post-82252699333023381072009-10-18T01:29:00.000-07:002009-10-18T01:34:15.624-07:00proud.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">All of my life,<br />I have watched you<br />Climbing Mountains,<br />Chasing dreams.<br />All of my life,<br />You gave me everything,<br />But you don't have to...<br />Give the world to me.<br /><br />Just say you love me; as I am.<br />Say you want me; as I am.<br />Say I'm someone in your eyes,<br />It's all I wanted to be,<br />Just let me go, I know,<br />One day if I'm allowed<br />If I am allowed,<br />One day I'll make you proud.<br /><br />All of your life<br />You've taken chances<br />You broke the rules<br />Time after time<br />All of your life<br />You've gone your own way<br />So give me this chance<br />And i'll go mine<br /><br />Why cant you say you love me; as I am<br />Say you want me; as I am.<br />Say I'm someone in your eyes!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />And trying to please you, now,<br />Is all I seem to do,<br />I'm holding my dreams down,<br />It's breaking me in two,<br />I've got to be me, now,<br />'Cause there's already one of you,<br />I'm on my knees,<br />So help me Please?<br /><br />Please don't shoot me down,<br />If though you can't see it now,<br />Some day I'll make you proud.</span></span><br /></span>tyler.ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14203017583404677002noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469704611067332061.post-35538852202164836392009-10-15T06:29:00.000-07:002009-10-15T07:02:15.101-07:00life as motivation.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Everyone seems to be going on about <b>the </b>HSC.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It's frustrating, people seem to think that it is some ... guarantee that they will succeed in life. Well, to be honest that's just the biggest load of shit I have ever heard. Some of the most successful people in this world, do not even have a high-school education, so excuse me if I don't want to study 6 hours a day. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Life, is just one letter shy from Live. I am going to spend my life, living.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Experiencing what this world has to offer me! Then once I have taken all that I am to receive from this life, then I will give back. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I refuse, to be stuck in a job I am going to hate, wishing I did the things I didn't do when I could've and should've. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What is 3 years... "No I want to goto uni now. Study my arse off for 5-6 years, then I will live it up."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">How the fuck can you live it up when you're near 30, yeah... I'll meet you there. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Then, you get people who have the nerve to say I am wasting my life, my talent. But it's my life, and my talent. And my talent sure isn't studying for 18 years straight. I feel that my talent's are; Friends, loyalty and soon... to be myself. Not being able to recite and write a 40 page essay on belonging... anyone who takes a real look at themselves can write about belonging, we all spend the past 12 year's trying to do it. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Which brings me to my next point.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Everyone who tried so hard to belong... who the fuck do you belong to now? You're not a jock, you're not the geek, you're a nobody now. So why did any of us bother to try and fit in and "belong" when it was all for nothing? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sigh, </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Keep coolly, cool boy.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">x, </span></span></div>tyler.ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14203017583404677002noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469704611067332061.post-58545187933074775802009-10-15T05:04:00.001-07:002009-10-15T05:13:06.172-07:00no hat no play.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">No work today!</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">No, just kidding. Today was my first day at the DC Logistic in Wodonga! My job title as far as I know is going to be "picker" which sounds like some kinky like... arse-flossing game or something. But anyways, it seems like it's going to be a promising job!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So, I got 2 shirts, boots, 2 pants, jacket, beanie, hat and a box cutter. All for freebies, so that's exciting in as aspect... if you were poor you would quit and sell the items on eBay cause they're $120.00 boots. There is no real point to this blog to be honest, oh I wrote a small poem about my day.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I now work at the Distribution centre,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Where the women have no placenta,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I am to pick and stack all day ..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">For a manager whom I think is gay. (not really... technically I can get fired for disclosing information)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The day went oh so quick,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My job title is to be "the pick"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Im going to ride on my fork </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To make sure I can get some nice sized pork.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But the manager said, </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">No Tyler, get me some bread,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So I shot him full of lead.. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Now the manager is dead. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Beautiful isn't it? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Keep coolly, cool boy! :D</span></span></div>tyler.ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14203017583404677002noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469704611067332061.post-40233054107687515082009-10-14T04:16:00.000-07:002009-10-14T04:24:59.013-07:00ZEDbar.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Alright, so tonight Brianna, Ash and Ally and I hit the town for some cheap food, and even cheaper ice-cream. But that's not the story; the story is that AAT (which means, Ally Ash Tyler) found the needle in the haystack! That needle, which is classy, clean and full of the good looking people of this world... ZEDBAR. We are making it our new hangout.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I also got some REALLY shit news today about my foot... it's funny some kid with dreadlocks who's a dick said to me like last week "Ner stop living in the past." Which is ironic ... especially for this person who's all like "I CAN NEVER HEAR ANYTHING, I DONT DRINK CAUSE MY FAMILY WAH WAH WAH." </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Anyways, the bad new is; that my ankle which is royally fucked cannot be healed by any form of medicine anymore unless I want to be a zombie. The only other option is to drill into my back, locate the spinal cord, and then cut off the "pain-gate" to my leg, which has a 20% success rate and an 80% chance that I will never feel my right leg from the hip downwards. Life's fun. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But I am not looking at it negatively. More a challenge. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I saw a little boy, no older then 10 with brain cancer... so my little issue seems so insignificant.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Keep coolly, cool boy.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ilysfm. </span></span></div>tyler.ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14203017583404677002noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469704611067332061.post-36637051551493734022009-10-13T08:42:00.000-07:002009-10-13T08:45:13.225-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">So, I finally take the leap to make a blog.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">It's funny... considering I have not much to say when I need too, only at inappropriate times and when it needn't matter. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">So I plan to use this to post cool things I find, or random thoughts I might have about aspects of life, and believe me... it'll be worth reading. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Keep coolly, cool boy.</span></span></span></div>tyler.ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14203017583404677002noreply@blogger.com0