just came back from the mountains around a day ago, it has been a rather chilly way to get pass the few days before and there is the throat infection that bugged me for the last 2days that seems like someone pinching my throat every time i swallow anything. The days would have been much better if not for the f**king guard at the gate and i would swear to use jus 100 to get 10000 4 1/2 years later and throw my identity card at him. you better watch out!
and btw, i do notice a new resistant in the bodies of the females, they seem to be resistant to cold. how can one ever be so joyful and happy in just a sleeveless top + a skirt in a temperature of 15-17 degrees?! Im seriously comtemplating that are they from the poles, hmmx.
anyway, just a few days more and it would be 2007. another year had just flew past without even dropping by for a sip of coffee. soon, we will be biddding goodbye to our dear 2006 and there come 2007.
"if someone loves you,
love them back not only because they love you,
but also because they are teaching you to love and opening your heart and eyes
to things you have never seen or felt without them."
(ripped from solasura-honz)
As you envelope my mind,
thoughts are all about you.
I hope that you could walk into the ghost of me.
My heart have been delievered to your doorstep, do you accept this mail?
Could you pull out some time for me
and give both of us a chance to be together.
Waiting isn't a problem,
losing you would be the biggest trauma I would get.
May this day where our hearts bond together come soon.
Love is patient and kind; it is not jealous or conceited or proud; love is not ill-mannered or selfish or irritable; love does not keep a record of wrongs; love is not happy with evil, but is happy with the truth. Love never gives up; and its faith, hope and patience never fail. Love is eternal.
A recollection of poetry
"Twilight funeral"
Blackened and cold is the dusk
A veil where the shadows watch
Behind the dim requiems of light
When blindness envelopes our eyes
Silent and unholy is the dusk
A hole where the demons smirk
Beyond the clutters of human life
When deafness embraces our ears
Sable nothingness is the dusk
A shroud where the ravens flock
Tainting the purity of white clouds
When darkness devours our hearts
Inevitable death is the dusk
A cloak where the daggers hide
Under the facade of tranquility
When mortality is but a quip
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