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Paradoxical Child: December 2012
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The Epiphany of A Paradox. Saturday, December 22, 2012. We say oh we oh we oh we oh. Maybe, just maybe, if we wait long enough, we would see each other.". Hope is what we tell ourselves when we don't get something we can't get, something we don't work for, something we don't deserve. But hope is something that keeps millions of peoples' lives up and running. And ruining millions of peoples' lives is something that we can't have in our circumstances. Well yeah, there is something called the right time.
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Paradoxical Child: March 2013
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The Epiphany of A Paradox. Thursday, March 28, 2013. My Empire of Dirt. Half past 4 in the morning. We are all tired. Who would have known that this full moon early morning would suck so much from us when we are just to idle and wait for our turn. As I returned from this grand test, I am faced with a reality. In this room, waiting for the wrap up, is a resemblance of a life I had been living. Am I the only one perched up sitting, waiting and wishing? Am I the only one ready to strike? One part of me loat...
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life is a postal block...
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Abrupt posts are the way to go. Tuesday, August 29, 2006 @10:36 PM. I'm escaping reality by blogging. Hoping once again that time would just. But it never does, and i made a huge. A mistake that cannot be taken back. A friend i had hurt. Oh please forgive me. Even though i know you won't from your heart. I hope each day. That somhow that it will never be the same again. Monday, August 28, 2006 @10:31 PM. My hand is friggin pain. It beats for the sound. The light pierce through my heart. Pity is not a sin.
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Angel
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All the world's a stage,. And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances;. And one man in his time plays many parts. Monday, April 26, 2004 / 5:31 PM. Been sick these last couple of days and there's (unfortunately) aloooooot of homework to do.Plus I got to do art which is just sitting in the corner of the study waiting for me to complete.Better go and complete it before Mr WilKie Tan gets angry.Late! Tuesday, April 20, 2004 / 9:44 AM. Friday, April 09, 2004 / 12:35 PM.
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life is a postal block...
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Abrupt posts are the way to go. Wednesday, May 30, 2007 @11:54 PM. Sometimes, i'm so insecure that it drives me insane. Wednesday, May 23, 2007 @9:42 PM. I was too caught once in awhile trying to strive to show how i good i am at something that it became a plain chore just do it right. and this little thing is actaully personal to me and there i was trying to impress god knows who just to show how good i am. it's nonsense really, but after the. I guess that's where the best of the authors and poets came ...
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life is a postal block...
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Abrupt posts are the way to go. Wednesday, February 28, 2007 @4:31 PM. I wonder why sometimes i do things and say something i'll regret later. sometimes, i regret even on the silly little things that i shouldn't even be regretting. they say we should let go, but occasionally we can't. i can't. It feels miserable to feel regrets, something i wish to turn back time just to do it the way i want. Right now it's only affecting me, but what happens if it affects someone else? Sometimes we're afraid,. Then who ...
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; Music is part of my life :D // i am nothing without it.
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Thursday, January 31, 2008. A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art. When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son. But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! Who'll take the son? The crowd was becoming angry...
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.:: the diary of an equestrian ::.
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Wednesday, September 28, 2005. Rider's lodge is having it's annual comp! 3 and 4 dec! D:D:D haha gonna do d walk-trot and 1.1. and maybe 1.2. but their walk trot is d A and B walk-trot! If i'm not wrong, it's like kinda diff from d walk-trot we use. die. how to get hold of a test sheet. :S. I hate it. sooo much like lit! S and too much memory work tooo! I'd rather paint and draw anyday, and i'm terrible at that. nway luv ya all :D. Monday, September 26, 2005. OJ is tooo good 4 me! I'm such a lousy rider!
