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Sunday, February 25th, 2007
I always gaze at the sky as I walk
So that if you fall from the heavens one day,
I will be there to reach and hold you
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Wings
Sunday, February 25th, 2007
God forgot to create my wings
But it is alright because…
I will fly on the wings of my imagination
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Funny equations for Year of the Pig
Thursday, February 15th, 2007
Human = eat + sleep + work + enjoy
Pigs = eat + sleep
Hence, Human = Pigs + work + enjoy
if, Human - enjoy = Pigs + work
in other words,
Human that don’t know enjoy = pigs that work
Men = eat + sleep + earn money
Pigs = eat + sleep
Hence, Men = Pigs + earn money
if Men - earn money = Pigs
in other words,
Men that don’t earn money = Pigs
Women = eat + sleep + spend
Pigs = eat + sleep
Hence, Women = Pigs + spend
if, Women - spend = Pigs
In other words,
Women that don’t spend = Pigs
Summary:
Men earn money not to let women become pigs!
Women spend not to let men become pigs!
Men + Women = 2 Pigs
Wish all the pigs happy forever.
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Anger
Sunday, February 11th, 2007
I am angry
Angry at folks of my inner circle
Angry at their stupidity and ignorance
Angry at their weak will and inability to figure things out
Despite my incessant pleas and persuading
Despite my setting an example
Simple things yet made so complicated
By human beings’ sheer stupidity and egoes
Causing suffering to one and all
I am pissed, very very pissed
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Depression
Thursday, February 1st, 2007
Don’t wait till a person sinks to rock bottom to render help.
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Kiwi
Saturday, January 27th, 2007A rather touching film on a flightless bird’s attempt to experience the one thing it can never do - flight
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Runaway
Tuesday, January 23rd, 2007
I’ve walked away with my future
and cant let go of my past
I’ve walked out the door
this goodbye is my last
the fog sticking to my once dry sweatshirt
I’m losing sight
of what is right and
I’m starting to believe
that my life is a useless fight
I push my legs harder
I’m carrying myself away from what is real
all the people who say they care
make it too hard to feel
found on the side of the road
laying as if dead
the friend who cared the most
wonders what the girl never said
the man, badged and sporting black
tears apart the teenagers life
asks her what was going on
what caused her so much strife
she tells them all her problems
and her depression without choice
tells them of her family
and if they care to hear her voice
all the memories come back to me
all the memories, close but far away
they help me realize
what made me run away
– by Julie Hobson
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