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Thursday, January 29, 2009

anyway, things are already like that.
just make do and work your best of the current circumstance.

escapist.
just not as stupid as to "face fear in the eye" if the fear is larger than the subject.


mused at 10:32 pm
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Tuesday, January 20, 2009

which is your favourite month of the year?


december - a time for silence, reflection, cold love. along tags a barrage of emotions and thoughts of how the future might go.

december - the only time when one gets to sit around in the cold of bed, to snuggle up and ponder.

with a smile which brings inner warmth and with a resting verve which would awake in time to come.

with times that have past zipping through the mind.

with the hovering assurance of one's location; one's presence at the end; just before the starting line.

feels like the only time in the year when the past, present and future ever align in an eclipse -- conjuring a spiralling magic in your heart.


mused at 12:25 am
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Friday, January 16, 2009

when one has learnt to take the blame.
or when one has taught oneself to take the blame.

it shows that


mused at 12:03 am
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Monday, January 05, 2009

apprehension attacks early,
then shrouds your lungs thereafter.

it makes your breaths feels slightly shallower throughout.


mused at 10:02 pm
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Thursday, January 01, 2009

doesn't it feel like two years has passed?

time is a subjective concept.

bad times move slow.
good times move fast.
neutral times move.


mused at 8:47 pm
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every new beginning

masks some regrets.


mused at 12:29 am
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