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[Sep. 15th, 2008|07:47 pm] |
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With words I thought I'd never speak,
Awake, and unafraid.
Asleep, or dead. |
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[Aug. 7th, 2008|04:25 pm] |
that i'm too busy studying to update, i shan't.
Well, too late now.
A day wasted spent reading Breaking Dawn, gotta catch up now.
(Happy?)
(We should go into advertising.)
ONE SMALL STEP FROM MAN, A HUGE STEP FOR MANKIND.
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[Aug. 1st, 2008|09:35 pm] |
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Likeable young American hambuger is helped by French fries to become a Happy Meal. |
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| ATTENTION! |
[Jul. 30th, 2008|10:56 am] |
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| | The beautiful sound of Jiaqi's voice | ] |
I hereby declare that Jiaqi is the most awesome-est friend ever (: (: (: |
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| That's what's missing. |
[Jul. 21st, 2008|06:47 pm] |
I long for the cool air, so cold to the point that my ears dropping off, for the flowers that smell like spring, for the swimming in the lake, for the longs days where the only thing to do is sleep, for the short days which even then, are never stressful, for the summers where it's bright til 22h and my body clock is messed up, similarly with the winters where it's dark at 5 and again messes with my body clock, the fishing with plastic bags, the gross and itchy lake bug bites, for the cows and their bells and their moos, the long walks over the hills with the class, the picnics out of nowhere, the roasting of croissants in the deserted forest, next to the river, the drinking from fountains, even those where there are algae at the tip, the sunset watching from the balcony, the view of the lake from the castle, the hot milo from the bank, the migros which sells lard and spinach which tastes super awesome, the brother who is always takes so long to do work and bring clear the rubbish, the bathroom which is always dim because the light hasn't been changed, cold air from the master bedroom and skipping to quickly shut the window before i freeze, the crowns of flowers, the iced peach tea (!!!), the waffles which are so hard to find cause the man never seems to be there, the never-ending sky full of stars, the mont blanc.
But i know, that i won't for, by His grace, when i am weak then i am strong. |
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