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magic hours [July 3rd, 2006 ]
Yeap. It was me.
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magic hours [December 16th, 2005 ]
maybe you didn't know i hate people who never kept their words.
so the next time you pass on that theory of yours on people and promises, you shouldn't make a promise you can't keep.
spare me the crap cause both of us know where it would lead us to. nowhere in fact.
a few more days to maybe something great and i already fell flat on my face.

time waits for no one.
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magic hours [December 3rd, 2005 ]

it's raining and i had the green book in one hand. nonetheless the endless unreplied initiatives gone to waste. and the black inked "the journey begins" had just faded. well, it ended. you wrote 'sheryl crow. great world. city hall. 1615. 2345. 2005. absurd weather. caprilious ride. whimsical night.' the market place receipt. and the green bag still lay stiff at a corner of the window.

7 minutes past 12.

good bye.
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magic hours [December 2nd, 2005 ]
[ mood | crushed ]

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intricate lamp posts, and abnormal faces, unfamiliar surroundings was all i needed.
it felt like travelling to another country, turkey was our first choice to be exact.
we shall go and dine there, hopefully soon.

is it me or is the lovehate rship to the weather rather obvious by now?

i saw this familiar looking car at the lift lobby. it was funny how the two contradicting roads were empty when i crossed. but too bad, it ain't you. and then an empty green spot can rattled. sigh.

and nobody said i was stupid, cause i know you blocked me.
just a scum in between your toes.
dude, i'm in your shoes.

i wont be in school tomorrow cause it's just too sad.
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magic hours [December 1st, 2005 ]
asinine, i am a normal human being.
no god with patience beyond the sky limits.
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magic hours [November 20th, 2005 ]
i don't like how i ended the previous night.
but i don't want you to find me either.

hello goodbye.
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magic hours [November 18th, 2005 ]
[ mood | pms ]

if i can put a finger into this mess, i would probably lick it dry. it should have been non-existent in a way. proud of the fact that trust was breached cause the same words lost it's sacred meaning. questions on my doubts and you lash out insecurities which only ends a molehill into a mountain. and at the end of it all, everybody wants the best of both worlds. and nobody's sincerely happy that i want-to-be/am happy. they question and they answer all on their own, but did anybody give me a second chance to explain? is it so wrong to start anew, despite the complications? but that's beside the point. the point is, everything's pointless right now. words are letters from 26 different lines and in the end they make out a meaning. words are just words. where did the spark from the eyes go? or did the cherub with the bow shot itself in the end? selfish, people are. and i wondered why am i still selfish when i relented and gave in, time and time again.

the world is full of fools.
hehe, and i am one of them.

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magic hours [November 17th, 2005 ]
the talk about the past is as exciting as talking about what's about to happen. the merry go round ride is still on and nobody has any idea how long she's going to be on it. and to think she was confident enough to think no more odd feet to walk with, she got wronged every now and then. so stumble, fall and break apart. i remembered lily's words during the fall, and she said, "you have to help yourself. then we can help you". the past play a part for the times ahead, but we also have to reconsider the Now. this is such a hassle that even regret won't bring everything back. screeching tyres on black asphault and i'm up thinking the dream was true. oh well, wishful thinking.

i'm your dirty laundry but beautiful people die to wear me.

magic hours [November 16th, 2005 ]
and your conscience starts speaking a language only raindrops would understand.
brushed off thoughts like the speck on your shoulders.
and your feet grazed on the ground hoping to find a stand.
something worth standing on, belief and faith coincides together like two clouds into one.

the quietophobic disrupted by familiar preys and predators.

and she's one of them.

closure was concluded but she felt like ripping the papers apart.
scaly skin on pavements, how could the sun be so merciless?

and the orange star relented.
it rained and that's all it takes
for trust to come back into the picture.

all parts, no hearts.
all parts, no hearts.

if this is independency, i'll say i am liberated.

magic hours [November 16th, 2005 ]
Love never fails.
But where there are prophecies, they will cease;
where there are tongues, they will be stilled;
where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
For we know in part and we prophesy in part,
but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.
But the greatest of these is love.

1 Corinthians Chapter 13:1-9, 13
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