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Friday, June 16, 2006. Love is never overrated. I've never been in love, yeah, I know, but there's still my family and all my friends around me to prove it. Well Is there any other reason why a person would do erratic things completely out of their usual habits just to make that other person happy? Is there any other thing that can make you feel like the luckiest person on earth, when you feel that warm, fuzzy feeling from the top of your head to the tip of your tingling toes? There is no other reason.
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Saturday, July 29, 2006. Perhaps, a simple word with complicated feelings. Or so it may seem. Longing for happy used-to-bes. What, exactly am I longing for? Memories of past friendships, happiness of naivete, maybe. Yet, am I not these things now? Am I deprived of friends, family, happiness and love? These things, things that are swallowed up by a void of emptiness that seemingly can't be filled. An emptiness that may never be filled. By anything else, except, perhaps, by Someone. To let go of him. What ...
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Saturday, February 11, 2006. Saturday, 11th February 2006. How many times have you stopped yourself, looked up from whatever you were doing, and wonder what you're doing with your life? I know I've touched upon this subject not long ago but I didn't go too much into it. Now I really really want to clarify on this thing. I want to save lives. I want to help people. Maybe I can invent more vaccines that needn't be refridgerated nor costly and ship them over to some country short of them, like Ethopia.
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Monday, January 23, 2006. Fine This is the second time I posting in less than the same hour. But something suddenly crossed my mind. Don't you think it's funny how people sort of never miss what they have until they lose it? Scratch that. It's not funny at all. It's plain sad. I miss New Zealand. I remember when I was in NZ, all I could think about was going home, typing, strumming, lying in my own bed again . I was blind to Someone all along, and when I left, I finally realised what I lost. I remember I...
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Saturday, September 30, 2006. When I was nine years old, I discovered the joy of writing. I discovered that I could recreate fantasies in storybooks that I had loved so much. I discovered that it was . a thrill ride, manipulating the characters, weaving imaginary tales, all with a flick of my wrist (sort of). I was ten years old. And I was foolish. To think of myself as blessed with the incredible gift of writing! Ha Now I can only reminisce in anger, at my bogus ten year old self. Sometimes, perhaps, wh...
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Thursday, August 31, 2006. Perhaps, when I draw my last breath, it will be alone, as I lie in a hospital bed, swathed in sheets as the tv glares in the dark, muted. Perhaps, I will die with fright and despair embedded in me, as the car in which I sit, plummets into a tree; and the windscreen smashes, and I am lost forever. Or, perhaps, I will die, without even knowing I have left. I could close my eyes to go to sleep, and never wake up again. I woke up the next day, with amber sunlight streaming through ...
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Saturday, December 16, 2006. And so, each new day begins, with the rising of an old sun. You raise a hand to shield raw eyes from the blazing rays cast upon your walls, dappling it with spectrums of gold and auburn. Dragging yourself out of the warm bed, you shuffle to the toilet and splash tap water over your exhausted face, the cold droplets waking up the dead mind within. And this is how the day starts for most, no? And do we get bored of it? But perhaps, that is our main purpose in life. For survival...
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Wednesday, October 18, 2006. And perhaps it's normal. It is, i guess. no? But yet, why do I revel in this - this world where nothing can reach you? This place, feared but fascinating, where the rest of the world means nothing, where it's just you, the air and the trees and no one else. Songs, ballads. all were made about this faraway place, belting of the emptiness, the heartbreak and the blackness. It is in this world where i sleep in. But it never does. I try to suppress this quiet joy within my empty ...
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Friday, March 24, 2006. When you first opened your eyes, all those years ago, what did you see? Did you see the warm tears in your mother's eyes, or did you see the cold, pale, fluorescent lights of the local hospital? Maybe, that day meant alot more to us than we might think. Maybe, on that day, families bonded, forming binds that can never be broken. What makes a real family? They say blood is thicker than water, and I couldn't agree more. Wednesday, March 15, 2006. What do you really think of it?
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Monday, June 04, 2007. As you strain your ears over a fuzzy radio, peel your drums through thick headsets; no, you will not find the answer there. You throw your ears away - you've had enough of silly love songs, you say. Tell me - how do you save a life? It is love, my friend. How do you save a life? Hark, tell me of anything greater than this gift - this blessing bestowed upon a cursed mankind. As babies reach out to mothers, wives to husbands and friends to their friends; do you not see it? Think not ...
