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"There is no rule on how to write. Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly; sometimes it's like drilling rock and then blasting it out with charges."

-Ernest Hemingway

The Start of Fall

January 22, 2010

Don’t trip me. Or else I’ll fall.

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The Angry

January 20, 2010

I don’t need to hear them now. Shut up. Now Just shut up. And f*ck off!.

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Words are not Meant

January 18, 2010

Words are just words. It’s either they are meant when said or not. I believe the latter.

Because right now it’s not easy to break the wall that guards the broken pieces.

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The You

January 15, 2010

 

And sometimes, you just need to grip on tightly and leave the world behind.

I know you. You are a good person. And I love you for that.

You just need to filter the words that are coming into your ears. Leave only the good ones. Let your nerves seep in the good thoughts and your past memories, but let only the happy ones to come in.

You are a unique individual. And no one can take that away from you.

You are alive. Do something. Dance in the the rain.  Love. Talk to strangers. Adopt a pet.

Live life carefreely. No one gets out of it alive anyway.

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My First Dance

January 7, 2010

I’ve finally found my perfect wedding song. Now I just need to find the groom.

And I imagine it would be all perfect. My first dance with my man. Dancing as if there would be just the two us under the spotlight.

Moon river. Henry Mancini. Accompanied by the best quartet in town, a pianist friend, and a singer friend.

Now what I only need is to see the world through heart-shaped sunglasses.

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