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Monday, June 04, 2007
There are two tragedies.
 

George Bernard Shaw once wrote: There are two tragedies in life; one is to gain your heart's desire, and the other is to loose it.

As Hansel said to Gretel, drop these breadcrumbs so that together we could find our way home because losing our way would be the most cruel of things. This year, I lost my way.

And losing your way on a journey is unfortunate but losing your reason for the journey is a fate more cruel.

The journey lasted 8 months. Sometimes I traveled alone. Sometimes there were others that took the wheel and took my heart. But when the destination was reached, it wasn’t me who had arrived. It wasn’t me at all.

And once you lose yourself, you have two choices. Find the person you used to be or lose that person completely.


Because sometimes you have to step outside of the person you’ve been and remember the person you were meant to be. The person you wanted to be. The person you are.


As far as I’m concerned, Shaw was a punk cause you know what?
Tragedies happen. What you gonna do, give up? No. Quit? I realize now that when your heart breaks you’ve gotta fight like hell to make sure you’re still alive. Cause you are and that pain you feel, it’s life. The are confusion and fear, that’s there to remind you that somewhere out there something better and that something is worth fighting for.


George Bernard Shaw once wrote there are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your hearts desire; the other is to gain it. Clearly Shaw had his heart broken once or twice.



This year I got what I wanted and everything I wished for but in a way I lost even
more.


Shaw was right. As we strain to grasp the things we desire, the things we think will make our lives better.. money, popularity, we ignore what truly matters. The simple things like friendship, family, love. The things we probably already had.


So... Yeah, losing your hearts desire is tragic.
But gaining your hearts desire is all you can hope for.

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Saturday, June 02, 2007
Curtain call
 

It's been another year... Another sch00l year filled with b00ks, w0rk, music, laughter, drunken nights, happy days, stormy cl0udy weeks, h00k ups, break ups and d0wnfalls. Wishes and h0pes replaced by
questi0ns and c0uld've beens. Mem0ries left f0rever, to either t0 haunt 0r t0 cheer up...


As this one comes to an end, we're all left to wonder, has it really been worth it?
The drama, the trouble? The tears? The pain and stress?
Well... [It was.] And I'd like to think it still is...

We're all growing up... I've done my fair share of that this year.
Enough, for now. I can't go any further... not yet.
So many things changed, we changed, I changed.


I changed... I changed.


So many things happened. So many things are happening.
I need time to breathe. To think properly, clean up memories and organize thoughts.


After all, it isn't g00dbye, right?
It's 0nly g00dnight... Only g00dnight.

x0x0x0x0x0x0x0

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Friday, June 01, 2007
Lost in translation
 


[someone get me out of my mind, please.]

Sometimes I wish the world would take a moment to breathe.
Just pause for a few moments and take it all in, and breathe it out.

I know I'm caught in it, this whirlwind of hysteria and paranoia...
I know I'm in it, and just cant figure a way out of it.

No matter how much pulling and pushing and toggling i try to do, I seem to be stuck...
Stuck in this phase, stuck in this time, stuck in this mind...
Just stuck.

I don't know what to do, and I'm running out of smiles.

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Saturday, April 28, 2007
Hmmmm...
 

Wow. OMFG. i found some old nice nice nice pictures of my class from bernadette!

Hey you all! I havent written in here in ages!
I guess I've been pretty busy with life, school and my other blog..
School's been pretty hectic lately, and i cant wait for June!!!
Life... hay... What can we say?

Im scared to tell the world I'm Ok right now,
cause I'm scared it might take it away.
Although rough patches here and there...


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I'm just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and I'm waiting for my rocket to come.

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