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[grav.i.ty]: We Will Cross That Bridge (When We Come To It)
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A junkie sans sanity. Wednesday, April 10, 2013. We Will Cross That Bridge (When We Come To It). We’ll let out the ghost and face it. We will say our heart desire. We’ll light up ourselves a fire. Blow off the smoke. Let wind scatter fogs. Let it gone to the dogs. Let our hearts rush. Let the rain wash. Let the wave bring it ashore. Let less be more. Lot the truth show. We will cross the bridge when we come to it. Or let it burn then nothing’s more to it. 2:37 am April 10, 2013. View my complete profile.
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[grav.i.ty]: Electric Vampire (Boom De Yada)
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A junkie sans sanity. Friday, May 17, 2013. Electric Vampire (Boom De Yada). 3:11 am, Friday 17. Now I am typing this entry under scorching warm night, to chuckles of those people of African tribes who sleep under the star and grow phototrophic towards the sun, instead of green they are melanin-rich. First world problem. Yes. So far, zilch, nada. So leaving is anything but arbitrary. PS this entry written under influence and fueled by hunger. Late night hunger pang and bullshit like that.
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[grav.i.ty]: Old Dog, New Trick & Unleashed
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A junkie sans sanity. Monday, April 29, 2013. Old Dog, New Trick and Unleashed. Like a domesticated and caged wild animal released into natural habitat, perplexity ensue with incapacitating deliverance. I am liberated from such guilt and requirement, some sort of sweet release with bitter aftertaste. MY MEDICAL STUDENT YEAR IS ALMOST OVER. INSHA-ALLAH, GOD-WILLING THIS TOO WILL END SOON. I am such melancholic bitch. Counting the day to goodbye. BRAINSTORMED BY Aniron Orion. But who doesnt rite :D.
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[grav.i.ty]: Personal Renaissance
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A junkie sans sanity. Saturday, March 30, 2013. The end is nigh…. You know the feeling when you finish your favourite TV show marathon on its final season and suddenly you are left hanging empty. What’s left is recurrent thought questioning your purpose of existence. By the end of this, you can finally be someone or something you long to be, your transpired dream they say. But like running cross-country marathon, those concluding distance towards the finish line is the outmost ordeal you have to face.
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[grav.i.ty]: Don’t Explain (Be Obtuse)
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A junkie sans sanity. Friday, April 19, 2013. Don’t Explain (Be Obtuse). Every day, or. Never afraid to get caught staring. A champion of being shy. A winner of being obtuse. A master of long-flirting. Game so extended no one else play. Title per Nina Simone’s. BRAINSTORMED BY Aniron Orion. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. MBBS IMS MSU (Malaysia) Year 4. Mock Examination: Short Case Distribution 8/6/2012. Julia Stone - It's All Okay. Scribble, Squiggle, Doodle Dee.
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[grav.i.ty]: Ad Dictum
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A junkie sans sanity. Saturday, March 02, 2013. Caffeine and me is like air to lungs, we have such affinity to each other. It can survive without me, better given O2 concentrated, but I can’t. I am an obsessed lover who has been writing about it like a faithful worshipper. World without caffeine is like planet sans orbit which in case, we’re done for. I’m burning my incense of sanity, on the altar of addiction. Get down own my knee and pray for absolution. BRAINSTORMED BY Aniron Orion.
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[grav.i.ty]: All Sorts of Beautiful, Some Kind of Wrong
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A junkie sans sanity. Thursday, April 25, 2013. All Sorts of Beautiful, Some Kind of Wrong. To be honest, I had this title for quite sometimes now. It just suddenly crossed my mind at some random moment of clarity but I don’t know what to write about it. When the stress is impending, my writing productivity (as act of displacement) inexplicably mounting. I rather write than study. And I found out that whenever I am with my Netbook, my urge to write blog entry is intensifying. BRAINSTORMED BY Aniron Orion.
