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I have said this so much it’s becoming meaningless but actually I’m becoming glad that David Gray and also The Wallflowers aren’t actually too successful. It means their stuff retains some intelligence and isn’t overplayed. They (Gray and Dylan) are actually great songwriters.

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Just saw it; it was okay, actually!

Getting an A in music will haunt me for the rest of my life, won’t it?

Won’t it?

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 Of course, getting straight A*s would have been nice but I made the decision to get this exact set of grades two years ago when I chose to do Music (Mr Parry said that you should be “a bit better” than Grade 5 on your instrument; I didn’t have any grade at that point) instead of Technology. You know what? I’m glad I chose Music.

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Saw Evan Almighty today; was okay but unfunny. Got Core 1 result, was good. Expecting V for Vendetta graphic novel tomorrow, will be awesome. Will start writing song about Harry Potter innuendo tomorrow.

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Dead centre.

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Originally uploaded by Farhan Mannan

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I have completed the video for Requiem in C# Minor and here it is - YouTube, bringer of stuff, brings the stuff![youtube=http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=xV0iq4VdFYY]Please forgive me; I’ve never made any sort of video or anything before and I don’t understand how to use iMovie (I think that puts my IQ at around 60 but hey)!The highly nonsensical and cheap lyrics are here:

Verse 1:

Needs of the many versus needs of the few, well

You cover it up and you start anew

There’s nothing more now that I can do

But stand and watch your dreams come true

Chorus:

It’s such a shame he had to die for me to live; I’m sorry

But we always knew that he had nothing left to give; I worry

Everything I used to be is gone and now my soul is empty

And I don’t think that there’s anyone broken enough to help me

Verse 2:

My prayers have been answered and the answer was no

I hate to say I told you so

His days were numbered and the number is up

And I have nothing to lose now but the blood in my cup

Verse 3:

I look for the sunrise but I see night fall*

I listen to your voice but I hear nothing at all**

Why don’t you label me and tell me who I am?

I can’t believe you don’t know I understand

* I don’t have very good temporal awareness

** I’m not just tone deaf…

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I just logged in to the Edexcel results thingy and it caused me extreme distress - I initially thought I had got an A in Maths and the same in Biology but luckily it was just a sample page. That freaked me out. Oh dear.

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Once again, the theme of extreme duplicity rears its disgustingly malformed head in my life. My favourite two states are feeling extremely isolated (c.f. social alienation, being alone in some awesome place e.g. mountain) or extremely connected (c.f. internet, Christmas).

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I have to admit, I didn’t feel very heroic. The last sleep-deprived, nervous smiles we all gave each other were so strange. The commander’s voice, of course, was never heard, but the small but significant pauses in between each digital command told us that his heart was also heavy.

Number Four was grinning although he knew that if he failed this mission, it’d be the last mission he’d ever fail. He’d messed up too many too many times. He had always been good at coming to terms with those simple, soul-crushing truths. I felt like he’d never quite been what he’d meant to be, but he was one of the best pilots I’ve ever seen and I have to say I was glad he had missed whatever his true calling was for this. I didn’t believe that things worked out for a reason but I did feel an overpowering feeling of linearity, exacerbated by the commander’s driving countdown. Actually, we all knew that if we failed, this would be the last mission we ever failed. The group would be disbanded. After a few minutes of Number 6’s characteristic tactical genius, punctuated by silly laughs and statements of unfunny black humour, we knew that if the Core wasn’t taken out, the AA would not go down and as we swept round to escape, we would be taken out. As we smiled sadly and shifted in our seats, waiting for the bleep that would signal the start of preliminary launch preparation, we realised one by one that even if we succeeded, it would be the last mission we would ever succeed.

[snip]

It has been sixteen minutes, and the time is now 0312UTC - now I am going; goodbye. There is no-one left to say “I love you” to - how terribly sad indeed.

Ed: The CABAL Core was indeed taken out and, of course, the strike was the last order they ever carried out. The only EVA unit recovered was that of Number 9 which has, of course, yielded the above log. I, of course, am now leaving. Number 9, of course, should, of course, have, of course, felt a hero because, of course, he was. Of course.

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Just saw it. Although the acting and continuity were sometimes a little off, it was better than I expected. Meh.

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