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Monday, February 18, 2008

i love lying on the recliner in front of the swimming pool at Jedi's house at 1- 2am in the morning,
where we'd talk about all sorts of things: life, clouds (what's on the other side of them and living in them), love, relationships, insignificance, happiness/sadness, life without either, beauty of the sky, being blind/ deaf, what the world exists for........etc. the list goes on.

all the answers in the world, waiting for our discovery. and when we're stumped, we fall silent and stare at the sky, hoping for some sort of enlightenment.

the quiet night sky against our screaming minds, the calm soothing(yet freezing) breeze against our frantic hearts, the surprisingly warm water of the swimming pool against our cold already numb shell. not forgetting Santa Claus (my Giogovski) kissing the moon, much to our delight.

all this put together, &suddenly we're happy kids magically alleviated from our misery.

how truly wondrous! we should do this again, next time we'd wish for a starry night. :)
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one republic- stop and stare

Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be, oh

Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you're 'here' not there
And you'd give anything to get what's fair
But fair ain't what you really need
Oh, can u see what I see

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