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Tuesday, March 11, 2008

the sound of time passing by can sometimes hide
the sounds of beauty that quietly speaks
if we are smart enough to stop and listen
we may hear their whispers carried in the wind
&we may have the power to stop the wheels of time

even for a little while

its sad, how everything is ephemeral
life is ephemeral
beauty is ephemeral
everyone dies
every prettiest flower whithers
in the passage of time
time is the greatest murderer
ruthless, relentless, cold-hearted

there's no such thing as forever
the term forever has been warped by humans
(so that they can forcefully fit it in the context of their short lives)
into merely as long as possible
but even so it has become meaningless
because soon, memories fade, minds change
people cease to care;
humans are natural promise- breakers
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everyone(or no one), gogo check out Gilad on deviantart!(linked)
he's an awesome photographer, he inspires me and makes me wanna pick up a camera.
isreal must be a pretty place.
or maybe its just great photography+magic camera. loolz!

annette told me of acoustic guitars going for $45-50 @ Bras Besar!!!
ahhhhh mewanttt. boo.(or maybe someone can get me one for my bday. heehee)

i need a Good BOOK

yes i do. badly. right now.

friday, oh friday
/binge binge binge drink spamboozle!

zero motivation to do hmwk
zero motivation to study

lost for art despite countless re-mindmappings
my thoughts are all one jumbled mumbled befuddled muddled addled fuzzy wuzzy muzzy piece of abstract

wonky, uninterpretable, impossible to extract.

i pretend to be productive.

she's not here @

11:03 PM