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Saturday, January 31

Sucker


a neighbor gave me these for christmas. if my tennis team see me wearing these, goodbye world! lol. its cold right now. jeez.

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Sunday, January 11

Specchi.

And all the attachments I have with this world of ours maybe of no sense at all, I choose to reflect on the attachments of my physical body to my spiritual soul and towards my moral self. For it may seem nothing could last in this world. But it really doesn’t matter anyways. For what is important for me is what will last in my heart. And I want happiness to stay in my heart forever. For I refuse to be lonely. Even if everybody seems to come and go, I will always have a piece of him or her inside me.

And I have this really weird feeling that everything happens for a reason. Even the loneliest of events happens for a very good reason. I choose to believe. For I choose to be happy. I will never dwell on my past mistakes but rather learn and go on. For I’ve loved and lost, lived and learned. But still, I won’t give up. For I refuse to be lonely.

And though I cry today, I refuse to cry forever. For my soul wasn’t meant to be lonely. I may be alone at the moment, but not for long. This I know. And somebody may come again but is destined to leave anyway. I wouldn’t care. For the fact of the matter is, I will keep myself intact. She will never leave with the whole of me. But I will celebrate the emotions I felt, for I am human. And I refuse to be lonely. And detach from it all for it’s a hateful world. But I refuse to hate. Love is what I should feel for every molecule and every particle in this universe.

And I may be senseless. I am meaningless. But I refuse to make myself trivial, for I am significant. These words have no meaning. No sense, no direction. Meaningless. But not me. For I refuse to be lonely.

And though my refusal is futile, I will never give up.

I choose to be happy.

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Saturday, January 10

bridge


i was biking when i saw these clear scene. lolz.

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Thursday, January 8

Puffy


would you believe he can talk?
replay's believe it or not.
lol.
im surely bored.

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Monday, January 5

Nuova Luna


"Some men see things as they are and ask why. Others dream things that never were and ask why not." --George Bernard Shaw


A friend once told me that the darkest side of the moon is whenever it's new moon. tonight, by some intergalactic forces that influenced my inner most being... i have decided to create a new world. a world afar from the people that knows me well. and maybe through these, i can identify myself. who am i. and why am i here. i am not angry at anyone, its like drawing on a new set of paintings on a different canvas. Im speechless right now. Maybe Stephen King is right.. the most important things are the most difficult things to say.

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Myself

    i am a solid,
    trying to do
    a liquid's job.

Thank you

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