Linkin Park-A Thousand Suns

1. The Requiem
Intresting. At first I didn't get it then it sunk in...


2. The Radiance
.....
3. Burning In The Skies
Linkin Park has done it again! This song just proves it! I love their unique style. This song sounds kind of mournful (like a lot of their songs) but it's kind of sprinkled with a bit of hope. I love the timing on this song too.
4. Empty Spaces
If I found the real one then...what?
5. When They Come For Me
It's amazing how they can mix so many different types of music. Although I don't like the use of the 'f' word, but I'll deal. They mix the guitar with this kind of 'Indian' chant type thing. You kind of expect to see some belly dancers somewhere...  
6. Robot Boy
Win. Pure win. I love this song the best I think. I don't know why but I just DO. The harmony is excellent, the beat is perfect and the timing is awesome. The effects they use on the voices completes it. And the lyrics are...moving. 'Hold on, the weight of the world will give you the strength to go.'
7. Jornada Del Muerto
Is this the Catalyst backwards....?
8. Waiting For The End
Here we go again. New music blend--with out flaw. This song is pushing me even more to buy this whole album. Lyrics are freaking amazing! Although it's a huge difference compared to their songs  like 'Blackout'. On the softer side.
9. Blackout
This one surprised me at first. I wasn't expecting the kind of 'screaming' deal. But that doesn't mean I didn't like it. I adored it. It's change from hard core to softer rock is exciting.
10. Wretches And Kings
AH-MAZE-ING beginning. Once again the blend of different music styles. I swear they could make their own genre. Also the cussing again---why? Oh well. Awesome guitar work too. 
11. Wisdom, Justice, And Love
Eh.
12. Iridescent
Moving lyrics once again. They might just put me into tears, which I hate but it means they've done a good job with their lyrics. Some of their songs it seems like Christ is right there in the lyrics. Pretty awesome, right? The chorus has great vocals! The drum beat is pretty friggin' catchy too. (As always...)
13. Fallout
Couldn't find.
14. The Catalyst
Awesome sounding! Lyrics are thoughtful but--repetitive. The music is just--awesome. I couldn't think of a better way! Love it.
15. The Messenger
Softer than most songs. Very soothing though. I like the lyrics too. Nice job on the vocals Chester!

Okay, so there you go. What I think of the songs. Toodles!

LIA

History of Ah-murr-a--ca.

We got this free DVD from this History Channel and it's called America: The Story of Us or something like that. Mom and I are really, really enjoying it. It's very--informative. There are three C.D's, with four episodes each which are a little more than a half-hour long. We're on the third C.D now. We just finished the second one last night.

One thing that has bugged me through this whole thing is how every AMERICAN who is talking say America like, 'Ah-murr-a-ca.'  Annoying, yes? Why can't they say, 'A-mer-a-ca'? So, that's one pet peeve right thar.

On of the things I love about it is that it's not a bunch of old guys talking about the history of America. They have almost everything they're talking about acted out. Sure they replay a lot (I mean A LOT) of clips but it still makes it feel like they have footage of what the people went through and their life style. 

Now for some photography.

Sweet Rain

Basking Till Midnight

Enjoy!!!


LIA

Is the world ending?

Why yes it is.
Because I broke my camera. MY CAMERA. I'd rather break my arm!

What am I going to do????

Cry I guess. 

One last list for the day...

So I'm doin{g} one more lis{t} for the nigh{t} to cheer me u{p}....

It's going to be 5 secrets! Yeah, secrets. Nothing really, really juicy but things you might like. ;]



Number One:

This is the only one I could

 find that looked anything like me...

I wouldn't mind be a model. Yes, the tomboy just said that. I wouldn't mind being a model? I can't even wrap my head around that!!! It's just not me! But the fact that I would most likely have to starve myself is very--distasteful. {PUN}

Number Two:

I love sundresses. I don't like other dresses much but I love sun dresses to death. SO---yeah.


Number Three:
I----I like a Justin Bieber (Did I spell his name right?) song. Oh my. I bring shame on myself just saying that. *hides face* I can't believe I have to google HIS picture. *le sigh*  I think the song is called 'You Smile' or something like that...

After that painful confession...
Number Four:

I sometimes like math. Yes, sometimes I actually like it. If I get it I mean...

Number Five: FINALLY. Okay, last one? Let me think... okay! I got it. I love the 'emo' look. I really do. I find it cool. Some people find it strange but I think it's kind of cute.

So, there! I have confessed! Any thing you would like to let out? Any secrets you wish to share? Well do so!

LIA

It's a Sad, Sad day in it's own Sad, Sad way.

Ahh, those days that just drive you insane. You feel bad and sad. Blah, blah, blah. I won't throw my troubles at a non-existent audience but anyway.

   Anyway, I feel like doing some type of list but I don't know just what to do. Think, think, think....

I got it! I got it! I'll do a list of the top 5 jobs I'd love to have!! Here we go:

1. Dance Instructor

            I love dance. I really do. Even though I'm really hard on myself about it I love it. I'd love to teach ballet or hip hop in the future. Maybe one day that dream will  come true--if I keep on practicing and pushing myself! Right?

 2. Photographer
       
         Of course I also love photography. When ever I'm feeling kind of worthless it cheers me up because it's one thing I know I can do. Which make me happy.
 

3. Move Director

       Yeah, I know. You don't hear a lot of people saying that but it sounds like an amazingly cool job. Although I think being able to act yourself would help, right? But I would love the job anyway.

4. Digital Artist 

           Simple--I would love that job because you can use your imagination freely. Anytime. 

And last but far from least....

5. A Writer

     I've been writing since my friend showed me Microsoft word, really. I love it--even though I struggle with it and tend to be too hard on myself!

    So, there you go. My dream jobs in a list o' 5. Here's what I want you to do: list your dream jobs. As many as you want. I did five to keep my self under control. Tell me what YOU wanna be when you grow up or if you've already grown up what you are or still want to be. :]

Now, I think I'll make another list---for the heck of it.

For the Third Post of the Day...

Sam! Miss you bro!

I was stupid and looked at some of my brother's Facebook pictures. Now I kind of miss him.


Hey I know there are people who would love to have a brother and I should be happy but I can't help but revisit those old, bitter feelings. I do miss my brother. Even if the 'brother-sickness' hasn't effected me lately it is at the moment.

Hopefully, like him, I can find my friends who are my solid ground. I have great friends (like Hannah and Stephanie/Sarah, ect.). I found them already, this I know, but may our relationships grow as strong as his friends and him have! I envy them. I guess it also has to do with their age, you know? I'm not saying my friends aren't close and aren't cool. Quite contrary!  I guess I'll never be abel to explain what I mean--nothing new.

So, to you Sam--as small poem you'll never read.

Thoughts etched on this page,

never could express the meaning they have in my mind.

They'll never amount to,

the strength they hold in my heart. 

As you grow and I follow close behind,

making paths in the forest we call the world,

I find that I no one could be more worthy,

of a loving pat on the back than you.

I look onto the future and she me sketched like you,

I can only hope to be like the one before me.

I look into the past as I stumbled behind you,

and find I still walk in the your footprints.

I can only dream of the days that you live now,

but I know that you live them well.

I can't wait to be you in the future,

forging my path in life with vigor. 

I, Sam, plan to be just as well a person,

as those before me,

who planted the seed of hope in my heart. 

I, my brother, promise to be your pride,

making good of your impression,

and showing the love that you mistakenly showed me.

You, my brother Sam, are just another reason,

I strive. 

LIA 

Oh, by the way--happy birthday. :]

Top 5 Songs (Linkin Park and Mainstream)

Here is my Top 5 of the week. It's going to be on songs!

Top 5 Linkin Park Songs (in no particular order):

• Breaking the Habit 
• Somewhere I Belong
• The Catalyst
• From the Inside
• Numb

Now for the 'mainstream' radio type music. x]

Top 5 Mainstream:

• Magic by B.O.B 
• Animal by Neon Trees
• Ridin' Solo by Jason Derulo
• Dynamite by Tyo Cruz
• The Only Exception by Paramore 

Another Week has Come and Is Passing.

So for starters I think I might change the blogs name. To what you may ask?
To Unknown Minds. Lame sounding? Yes. But it's connected to me (look at my poems, they're interrupting an important moment in my life.)

So, I'm not sure. What do YOU think? Oh wait. No one comments on here. COMMENT DANG IT.

Now to the serious discussion on this post.
Yesterday was Classical. (For those who don't know what that is here is a link: Classical)  During class yesterday my tutor, Mr. Bailey, was talking about how he was going to pair up debate partners. He, at one point, said he was going to pair someone he knew was going to work hard with someone who might not. (Not his exact words but you get the point of it.) It made me wonder though--would I be one of the hard working ones?

What would I be classified under? The lazy group or the 'good' kids? Am I actually doing what I should be doing? Am I working hard enough or just scooting on by?

So I have a goal this year. This goal is obvious. Become of the hard working students that people want to be paired with for debate partners. :]

So, yeah, that was the serious side of this post.
I'm about to make a post about my Top 5 Linkin Park songs ( at the moment) and my Top 5 Mainstream songs. Get excited!!!

LIA

The Fall of Fate by Lia

Here is part of a random story I am writing. Enjoy! Ignore my terrible grammar, please! And tell me what you think--even if it's just my mother and friend who read this. I'm willing to live with that. :]

Pain tore through every inch of Gabri's body. The unbearable ache was pushing her to the terrifying brink of insanity. She knew this was the way it was suppose to be though. This was the truth; the one thing that held her back from letting out that desperate cry for help that sat right behind her bloody, chapped lips. She blindly stumbled down the school hallway as the hot pain surged through her like the very blood in her veins, burning with furious intensity inside of her. The scream that itched to spring from her swelled up in a restlessness before slowly settling back down in her chest. She was almost there, almost to the very doors she had stared at minutes ago with a positive attitude towards the whole thing. How could she have been so ignorant, so narrow sighted? Only a fool like her would stride right into this painful torture.

A couple more slow, sluggish steps and she would be there. She would be out of this hell hole she had fallen into. With all the strength she could summon through all the pain she flung herself on the door. It swung open and she fell forwards onto the hot pavement. Everything was hot. The pavement, her body and the blood that trickled down her neck and legs. Her breathing became slower, a little more even. She was out. She was safe for now. She laid sprawled out on the school parking lot for a while before she heard the soft footsteps—again. She winced as her breathing became erratic. No, this couldn't be. They had left, left her to die! She swallowed, she had lost all strength long ago and had been running on pure adrenalin. The footsteps were coming so very fast. Fear blended in with the aching she was experiencing, causing salty tears to run down her dirty cheeks.

“No!” she gasped. Talking felt like swallowing nails, her mouth and throat were so dry. If they did one more thing to her she knew she wouldn't survive. The small sliver of hope she had seconds ago about coming out alive were vanishing, along with her consciousness. She could feel herself slipping in out, edging herself on. If they were going to to attack again she would rather that she was not aware of their brutal beatings. She could feel the tug of unconsciousness on her and willing let it pull her in. She was almost lost in the black fog when a hand rested on her back in such a gentle way it startled her. It couldn't have been one of them, they couldn't have been so gentle if they wanted to. She let out a small sigh; maybe it was help. Maybe. 

LIA. 

The Battle Cry

It was those days, where pride was overcome with ready joy,

as they restlessly paced the hills,

keeping a weary eye on the red that should soon come,

that would flood their home and try to bury their hope.

Nay though!, we shall never give it up,

we shall be the mighty men who fight,

with one hand hold the scale and the other the sword.

Rise in understanding that we shall never give in,

to the word 'defeat' at such a time.

Let our children know the sweet taste of freedom,

and be able to look out of their windows with pride.

Let them lend helping hands with out fear.

Swing your sword with furious manner!

Let them know what we have inside,

let them see the truth shall set us free!

Rise in the early morning,

prepare yourself for this powerful battle against them.

We can not rest, no, we can not rest.

We can only fight for those we love.

Fight my men, fight my army,

fight for this land we have claimed our own.

Ready your arms and ready your self,

battle is on the horizon,

let us not fear, for the good shall always conquer,

in God's name!

God Bless us all and see us through,

all my people,

this is a poem for you.

LIA 

Fight Like A Man

(Excuse all bad grammar and spelling.) 

Fight Like A Man

(Woman included. Duh.)

I've always wondered why I sit on my butt while I could be running around having fun. Oh—yeah--I'm lazy. I mean really, who would want to get exercise and be fit? Not me. Who would like to be able to make it to 90 and still be working out? Not me. Would would like to do something with themselves? Certainly not me.

Well the truth is I would love to fit, I don't want to make it to 90, and I would love to do something with my life. Here's the thing though—I'm lazy. Just like I said before; I'm a friggin' lazy hump on my bed, couch, or comfy chair with a computer placed on me. Hey, I got some muscle and I'm not hopelessly over weight but I could do more, couldn't I? So using my all around laziness as an example I'm going to talk about the laziness that most Christians, Conservatives, Pro-Lifers, ect have.

Sure, there are those Christians and Conservatives who fight like crazy for what they believe. I don't know the percent of Christians who actually witness (although I tried to look it up) but how many fellow Christians do you know who try to share the gospel with at least one person a week. I know I don't, sadly. Why is there such a lack of work and zeal for Christ? The obvious. We're all so dang lazy and self-adsorbed. You might be rolling your eyes and be thinking, “How many times have I heard this same old guilt trip?” But this isn't a quilt trip. It's a slap in the face. A wake up call. It's the TRUTH. Don't you ever feel like God's kicking you in the rump because your—sitting on it doing nothing. I do. I think we all become so comfortable with our lazy ways we tend to think doing some of the littlest things are big things. We also tend to claim that we just don't know how to do something, aren't convicted and so on. Why do we make these excuses? Because as I have said about thirty times; we're lazy. Yeah, yeah, you're sitting there thinking, “OH come on! Do you understand what I have going ON in my life??” Heck yeah I do! But God's so gracefully made it that no matter what we are doing, where we are and who we are we can share our faith. What about poetics? It's way different than sharing your faith you might say. As I said, God's blessed us with the ability to do THAT anywhere.

So whats another reason why we don't fight for what we believe other than laziness? Well—let me think. We're afraid. Afraid to be outcast, to be proven wrong, to fail, to try, of conflict. We're little 'fraidy cats. We see what happens to people who step out and fight for their beliefs. They are called things that make you nervous and they are treat so differently. You don't want this too do you? No one really does but we have to take it! God didn't ask us to sit behind a screen and ashamedly confess that we believe in Christ and we have values we want to keep, he asked us to STAND UP for him. He told us we would be persecuted. He told us! He also told us that we'd be rewarded in Heaven. You know—that place up in the sky where the streets are paved of gold? Yeah, that place. So we also let fear blind us and hold us back.

Okay, now that I've probable confused and bored you here's what else I got to say. We need to start working and fighting. Really quick make a list of things in this world that are going wrong or have been wrong. Make a list till you get to, I don't know, ten. You made a list pretty quickly didn't you? Way too quickly. Doesn't it sicken you what is happening to this world? To our country? To the people around you? Well I'm going to quote a line that has been in almost every cheesy movie there is on this planet, “Watcha ya gonna do about it?”

Really! I mean it. What are you going to do about it? I'm talking to myself too! What am I going to do about it? Well my blog is one of the things I'm going to be doing. It's my first form of 'exercise'. I'm going to be 'fit' enough to fight for what I believe in! My blog is like the daily push-ups for me. Next step after my blog? Talking to people about things like faith and political stances more with out being ashamed. Those will be my sit-ups. After that? Being active in events like the Pro-Life rally. That will be my mile jogging.

See what I'm saying here? It's time for us to get fit and fight! Fight like a man(woman too. Duh.). Fight like you mean it you pansy! You sissy! Don't give up in the middle of this raging war. God sure hasn't, then why should we? Kick, punch, bite, throw hissy fits till you got nothing left in you. I imagine if we are were to fight in such a way we'd never have a problem with the world but we don't so there are tons of problems. SO in that case we should at least try and get it on the right path, you know? So you lilly livered pansy let's get our butts of the couch, put down the electronics and McDondales hamburger and jump into the ring! Put up a fight for whats right! Let's pin those atheist, liberals and all those other crazy people to the mat and make them beg for mercy. Ding, ding!

Never Forget

Tomorrow will be 9/11.

Tomorrow will be the day to remember the thousands that died in just one day within hours.

Tomorrow was the day, nine years ago, that could easily be a day that we will remember as 'The Day that Changed the World'.

Tomorrow, nine years ago, was the day the America came together as one.

Tomorrow is a day we will need to pray for those who wanted this to happen, that were effected by it and those who had to watch it happen.

Tomorrow--half the nation will go along with their every day business, not even thinking about what happened nine years ago.

Tomorrow people will be just another day for some people.

But for me?
It will never, ever, ever, be the same.
I will never be able to think of Sept. Eleventh the same.

Some people have chosen to forget it, some people don't care, some people are so ignorant they say we should all forget it.

Me?
I will pray for the families of those who were lost in that tragic day.

I was about six around the time.  I didn't know what was going on.  I didn't get it.  I didn't understand.

I knew no one who was there. Who was hurt by it or died during it.

I've never even been to New York.

But yet I still feel the pain. I still cry when I see the footage. When I see pictures of one of the towers falling and the other one with the plane flying towards it I can't express the sorrow I feel.

Now I try to imagine how it felt to be there. On that day and watch. Imagine knowing someone you love is in there. How could someone cope with that?

I saw a video that someone took of one of the towers falling from the street. You want to know what killed me? The screaming. You could hear woman, children and men screaming. Some yelling, "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!" Not in a excited I just won this new C.D 'Oh my gosh' but in a totally different kind. The most horrified, devastated kind.

But the one picture that made me cry to no end was a soldier (or fireman, policeman, ect.) dressed in his Blues (or whatever they are called. I feel bad not knowing.). He was saluting. Shoulders squared, a brave air about him--and tears in his eyes. His face screwed up as he tried to hold back those tears. I can't even start to imagine what he saw that day.

Like I said. I was six at the time. I don't even remember much of it. But it still makes me cry. It brings unbearable pain to me. How, then, can half of America forget?

Forget the day that changed us? The day were America stood tall as one. Came together and held one another. How could people who saw this happen easily brush it aside?

How? How? How?

Why do we now treat it like it was nothing? It was something!
Some scream that the war is about 'oil' . Have they really forgotten?!?

We fight for the lives of 9/11. For the lives around us! For the children! For their children! For the future of America! I want them to look back on 9/11. Does that look like something to let be?

I don't know about you but I'm pretty sure I never want something like that to happen again. Never. The people who did it do though. The terrorist aren't just going to stop because they succeed in one attack.  No! Look at the past few years! Attacks have been happening not only in America but in other countries!

So after all this do you think I want a mosque built on Ground Zero?

No. Of course not.

Why? You want to know my #1 reason?

Because that's like rewarding a young child for doing something wrong. Just a billion times worse.

If we let a Mosque be built on Ground Zero it's like telling those who hate our country, "Sure! You can have it! You conquered!"

Why do you think they want to build there? It's showing they WON. But they didn't. They did not! Are we just going to forget all the lives that were lost in one day? Sure, there have been natural disasters that have caused just as many deaths. But they were NATURAL. This wasn't. This was driven by hate and prejudice. It was done by human beings.

So, I'm going to wrap this up very simply.

I will pray for those who were effected by 9/11. I will never respect the idea of a mosque being built on Ground Zero.

I will never forget September 9/11. NEVER.



Will you?

To the best person in the world.

So, today is my mothers birthday. So in honor of this amazing person I'm proud to call my mother I am going to make this whole post to her! And for her I'm going to make a list of things that make her so flippin' awesome that not even Chuck Norris can touch her.

Here we go mother:

• You, mother, work to pay for the things I want to do. How could you? 
• She sacrifices so much for me! Just me! How does she do this? 
• You are so wise, wise, wise, wise. Everyone around you knows it and tells me all the time.
• She is looked up too by everyone. (Even if she is shorter than most people.) 
• You feed me. A lot. I love you for that. 
• She has a wonderful voice.
• You are so beautiful mother. Daddy always tells me I got my good looks from you. I believe him. :]
• She comforts me all the time.
• You talk to me and you don't lie to me about things. You really don't beat around the bush do you? x] 
• She spends time watching dumb comedies with me. 
• You listen to me whine about my life! 
• She is so DANG SMART. How come I'm not that smart (and just so you know I typed 'start' instead of smart. >.<)
• You make me laugh with all your puns and silly jokes. 
• She is so supportive. 
• You are the best mother there's ever been. I look at all these other mothers and wonder---how did I end up with the best mom there possibly is? 
• She cooks. I hate cooking. I love you for cooking mom. 
• You are one of the best poets, writers, artist, ect. that I know. 
• She watches AGT with me. Thank you!
• You helped me build my confindence. I love you!
• She helped me through all those rough times. She gave me REAL advise. She was so truthful. 
• I don't really know what else to say other than you are the most amazing person I've ever met. I love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love you! I don't know what I would do with out you. I really don't. I love you!

Happy 51st!!!!!

God Bless You!

-Lia-