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Wednesday, November 21, 2007. Quoting adam sandler. I must be losing my mind. Its one lie after another. That's what life is. I'm suppose to be studying right now but I just can't concentrate. How am I expected to? I can act carefree and jovial but that didn't work. Even if it did, I can only act it. I can't really feel it. What's the point of all of this? Of studyin, working hard, doing what I'm expected to, if none of it pays off? I wanna grow old with you" - Adam Sandler. Tuesday, November 13, 2007.
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Sunday, July 22, 2007. There once was a boy. There once was a boy, who thought he could be anything he put his mind to. Mommy always told him, "boy, you can be anything you put your mind to". The boy smiled and believed. That night, he thought of what he wanted to put his mind to. Should he be an astronaut? No, I don't like the bulky suit he thought. How about a firemen? No I don't like fire he thought. A musician? That'll be cool. But it'll only last as a hobby. A spy he wondered? Friday, July 20, 2007.
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Tuesday, December 25, 2007. Banging on heaven's door. Let us in. Your voice, soothing, an open door. Your deep breath and sighs, enticing me more and more. I walk through those pearly gates. Where our imagination, the key to a truth that eludes and waits,. Unlocks a wild river that flows through our heads,. Our hearts and bodies, oh the magic it creates. Leading one another through each other's thoughts. And all the wars we've shared, all the battles we've fought. Disappear in primal love. To find my way.
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Wednesday, September 26, 2007. I rambled rambled rambled at 1:00 PM. Saturday, September 22, 2007. Dear god, grant me the courage and the sanity to kill myself. Because living is insane. But I suppose you meant for that. Whichever god you are. I'm talking to all of you. Why else would you let wars happen? You preach wisdom and love. Well, if wisdom is gained from mistakes, and mistakes could destroy love, then what the fuck were you talking about? The devil wears prada and god shits on us and our cars.
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Tuesday, January 22, 2008. Changed my blog address. more, sensible stuff written there. not crappy shit. don't know how long that'll last. haha still emo though. I guess i pen things down better when i'm emo. I rambled rambled rambled at 10:28 PM.
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Thursday, October 18, 2007. Footnotes of an author. Like a script he lived his life. Looking for a moment, just a glimpse of the world he saw on screen, in rusty thin papers. By words he lived. And for words he died. And as for that moment he looks for? I rambled rambled rambled at 8:56 AM. It use to be I could write like an artist in seclusion. It use to be I could write like a poet in love. Now that I'm in, well, whatever the hell it is I'm in right now, can I still write?