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January 11th, 2011

08:53 am: Even if history is forgotten, it remains immortal. Superego prevails.

January 5th, 2011

09:28 pm: Whims of my soul
Future obeys the past
Expecting an afterlife
Sleeping on endless nights,
waiting for the sun to smile upon me.
My soul feels pain, my body feels numb
No longer I could live what goes on.
My body bears the whims of my soul.

January 1st, 2011

04:38 pm: The world is my canvas
Our beautiful dreams
Dripped with colors
Seen your smile
Immortalizing it
The world is my canvas

You see, I show
There was light
and there was shadow
Without one, without the other
The cycle is bound for us together

Current Mood: boredbored

December 25th, 2010

11:47 pm: Hell
Hell only exists in the minds and hearts of people because that is where our fears, lust, anger, sorrow, and jealousy dwell on.

Current Music: Sakasama No Chou by SNoW

August 11th, 2010

09:11 pm: a carnival of laughters and hopes
The race has began
The gold coin was thrown on the lake
All the children that heard the tune
Moved out like crabs, stepping another to overtake
It was tragedy
a carnival of laughters and hopes
ended up tears, death and sorrow
for a coin to gain and grope

He thought he saved the world
with all the smiles he made.
In the end, he has lost
the carnival he reigned
He who played the tune
Lost his dignity
He thought he was the king
In the end, all he got was hatred

Only the mastermind wins
He is the superior, the dictator
The source of tune,
the monopoly of appeal and wealth.
The tune never ceases
as long as the sweet melody
lingers in the minds of children
perfectly shaped into boxes

Current Mood: mellowmellow

August 1st, 2010

03:04 pm: Maturity
Maturity is not mainly based on how you dress, act or even talk in front of others, but it is the outlook, or your view of life that tells how much you have grown up.

Current Music: Reel Around the Fountain-The Smiths
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July 24th, 2010

10:00 pm: Fish
There is a fish in the sea that moves friskily. A fisherman casted a bait into the sea to catch the fish. He waited for so long. He gave up and decided to leave. Suddenly, the fish was lured by the bait, bit it and pulled the string as it tried to run away with it. The reel of the rod spun rapidly while the fisherman was preoccupied fixing his things. He never expected it to come at that moment; he thought it would never come. He pulled and reeled in his rod until the fish was caught. When he saw the fish, he realized she was not his fish. The fish felt suffocated in the air, flapped her body, and the fisherman decided to put her back into the sea. He has gone, decided to catch fish somewhere else.

There are many fishes in the sea.

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