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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:greendayuniverse.blog.co.uk,2009-11-10:/</id><title>Green Day Universe</title><link rel="self" href="http://greendayuniverse.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://greendayuniverse.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-10T03:04:31+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:greendayuniverse.blog.co.uk,2007-04-07:/2007/04/07/feeling_useless~2049239/</id><title>Feeling useless.</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://greendayuniverse.blog.co.uk/2007/04/07/feeling_useless~2049239/"/><author><name>Noormah</name></author><published>2007-04-07T13:41:11+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T13:43:28+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Every once in a while, we feel usless. It feels like you're good for nothing and all that you do is purposeless. You want to invole yourself in something productive but it all seems to be lame or stupid.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0"&gt; There are times when you don't have any hope and faith in yourself. You feel like you can't be good at anything and you're meant to be that way, with no talent, no potential.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayno.gif" alt=":no:" class="middle" border="0"&gt; Life seems to be dry. You might have a fun-filled, busy day but at the end, you feel like all the fun that you had and everything was pointless. You literally feel like a loser. You start comparing yourself with others and develop that same old "my life sucks phase". &lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayembarrassed.gif" alt=")-o" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
You want something NEW or FRESH...you beg for a change. You crave for something to motivate you to do something that actually has a purpose! You sit down and think...and keep on thinking...but most of the time, you do not get an answer.&lt;br&gt;
So,the question is what to do when you feel like shit? The answer is simple. Try to change your frame of mind. It's a fact that everybody is good at something, be it cooking, guitars, art or even writing.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"&gt; Find out your interests and try to adobt a hobby. Try to maintain a balance in your life, between studies, fun, chores or hobbies. Develop a routine that you follow everyday and believe me you'll feel like a completely different person. I did. &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt; It's better to involve yourself in such activities then to get into dangerous things such as drugs or pointless activities like masturbation. &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
The following lyrics are from 'Dookie'. This is exactly how I felt before. And you know what, this song provoked me to change everything and feel like a new, young and energetic person! &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y193/noormah/l4.jpg" alt="" title=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y193/noormah/l3.jpg" alt="" title=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y193/noormah/l2.jpg" alt="" title=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y193/noormah/longview.jpg" alt="" title=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;"Longview"&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Sit around and watch the tube,but nothing's on&lt;br&gt;
Change the channels for an hour or two&lt;br&gt;
Twiddle my thumbs just for a bit&lt;br&gt;
I'm sick of all the same old shit&lt;br&gt;
In a house with unlocked doors&lt;br&gt;
And I'm fucking lazy&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Bite my lip and close my eyes&lt;br&gt;
Take me away to paradise&lt;br&gt;
I'm so damn bored I'm going blind&lt;br&gt;
And I smell like shit&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Peel me off this velcro seat and get me moving&lt;br&gt;
I sure as hell can't do it by myself&lt;br&gt;
I'm feeling like a dog in heat&lt;br&gt;
Barred indoors from the summer street&lt;br&gt;
I locked the door to my own cell&lt;br&gt;
And I lost the key&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Bite my lip and close my eyes&lt;br&gt;
Take me away to paradise&lt;br&gt;
I'm so damn bored I'm going blind&lt;br&gt;
And I smell like shit&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I got no motivation&lt;br&gt;
Where is my motivation?&lt;br&gt;
No time for the motivation&lt;br&gt;
Smoking my inspiration&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Sit around and watch the phone, but no one's calling&lt;br&gt;
Call me pathetic, call me what you will&lt;br&gt;
My mother says to get a job&lt;br&gt;
But she don't like the one she's got&lt;br&gt;
When masturbation's lost its fun&lt;br&gt;
You're fucking breaking&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Bite my lip and close my eyes&lt;br&gt;
Take me away to paradise&lt;br&gt;
I'm so damn bored&lt;br&gt;
I'm going blind&lt;br&gt;
And loneliness has to suffice&lt;br&gt;
Bite my lip and close my eyes&lt;br&gt;
I was slipping away to paradise&lt;br&gt;
Some say,"Quit or I'll go blind."&lt;br&gt;
But it's just a myth&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;*Hope you like this Punk Rock Girl =) *
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://greendayuniverse.blog.co.uk/2007/04/07/feeling_useless~2049239/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:greendayuniverse.blog.co.uk,2007-03-30:/2007/03/30/prosthetic_head~2003148/</id><title>Prosthetic Head</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://greendayuniverse.blog.co.uk/2007/03/30/prosthetic_head~2003148/"/><author><name>Noormah</name></author><published>2007-03-30T13:13:50+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:13:50+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;"Prosthetic Head"&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I see you, down in the front line.&lt;br&gt;
Such a sight for sore eyes, you're a suicide makeover.&lt;br&gt;
Plastic eyes, lookin' through a numbskull.&lt;br&gt;
Self-effaced, what's his face.&lt;br&gt;
You erased yourself so shut up.&lt;br&gt;
You don't let up. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;You have a growth that must be treated&lt;br&gt;
Like a severed severe pain in the neck.&lt;br&gt;
You can smell it but you can't see it.&lt;br&gt;
No explanation identified 'cause you don't know.&lt;br&gt;
You don't say. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And you got no reply.&lt;br&gt;
Hey you, where did you come from?&lt;br&gt;
Got a head full of lead, you're a inbred bastard son.&lt;br&gt;
All dressed up, red blooded, a mannequin&lt;br&gt;
Do or die, no reply, don't deny that you're synthetic.&lt;br&gt;
You're pathetic.&lt;br&gt;
-Billie Joe Armstrong&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;There are times when an old song suddenly hits you in the head one day. Then you listen to it 24/7 and sing along. Thats what happened to me recently with 'prosthetic head.' Relating this song to whats happening these days, I realize how true it is. I see girls with faces painted with makeup.Everything seems to be so artificial...it's disgusting &lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayuhoh.gif" alt="U-(" class="middle" border="0"&gt;Why does everything have to be so fake? It's not just about how people look like from the outside, it's also pretty much about how they are from the inside. People lie.They deceive, cheat and betray. Nothing seems to be real. We seem to be living in an unreal world where everything is phony or fake. You can't even trust anyone. Everybody seems to have forgotten what the word truth means, what promises are and what trust really is. It has all been forgotten.&lt;br&gt;
Seems like everybody has a prosthetic head, which itself is defective. They're all crazy.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_crazy.gif" alt=":crazy:" class="middle" border="0"&gt; When people need you, they'll be like so fuckin nice to you but when you need them, they're jerks. &lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayupset.gif" alt=":##" class="middle" border="0"&gt;I guess they have prosthetic hearts as well. Nobody cares for anyone...it's just about 'them' and what they want and what others have to give them. People hurt. They break your heart in bits and go away. People are nauseating. &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"&gt; Fuckin prosthetic heads!!!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y193/noormah/av-814.jpg" alt="" title=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://greendayuniverse.blog.co.uk/2007/03/30/prosthetic_head~2003148/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:greendayuniverse.blog.co.uk,2007-01-12:/2007/01/12/jesus_of_suburbia~1545117/</id><title>Jesus Of Suburbia</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://greendayuniverse.blog.co.uk/2007/01/12/jesus_of_suburbia~1545117/"/><author><name>Noormah</name></author><published>2007-01-12T10:35:05+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T11:00:38+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Son of Rage and Love...The Jesus Of Suburbia...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Jesus Of Suburbia is not just a song, it is a whole belief for&lt;br&gt;
me. It is, infact, my favourite song ever. It's about a guy who lives in Jingletown with his mother who is negligent and has a boyfriend known as Brad. Jesus Of Suburbia does not have anyone...and his life has been wasted watching television and experimenting with drugs. As it is said in the song,his younger years were spent "On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin".He's frustrated as his life seems purposeless and he's trapped and bored and longs to escape.So, he decides to leave his home.Disillusioned with life in Jingletown, he begins to transform into a character called "St.Jimmy." As the song "Holiday" suggests, Jimmy begins to learn about political injustice, and in his frustration,he starts annoying others. But soon he realizes how lonely he is in spite of The City's crowd which is mentioned in "Boulevard Of Broken Dreams." Because of his loneliness, he loses his way on the "Boulevard Of Broken Dreams" and he even loses his mind. This is where he tries to change or re-invent himself as the notorious "St.Jimmy" who is criminal minded and rebellious. He ends up with a split personality.He adopts a new lifestyle and the underbelly move under his influence.But his dual lifestyles are painful and he starts doing drugs again to try to escape the pain that he feels,which is mentioned in "Give Me Novacaine." Soon, Jimmy meets Whatsername who seems fascinating and he gets attracted to her.Jimmy thinks of her as a rebel...and soon they begin to go out and Jimmy falls in love with her.But differences begin to grow between them. Whatsername send him a "letterbomb" and explains him about her 'self-destrictive rebellion' and tells him that she can't take it anymore. Whatsername, then leaves Jimmy.Eventually Jimmy decides to let go off his identity as "St.Jimmy", which he had been using as a crutch. So, Jimmy kills himself. The Jesus Of Suburbia, then gets arrested at East 12th Street and his life begins to fall apart.In the end, he decides to return to Jingletown with memories of Whatsername.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y193/noormah/movingjesusofsuburbia.gif" alt="" title=""&gt;  &lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y193/noormah/jos.gif" alt="" title=""&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
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