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Friday, November 30, 2007
 But mere performances..

What a strange day spent! I spent a good afternoon at Starbucks today, trying to act mysteriously poetic and sophisticated as I sat in a scarlet sofa at a little corner with a notebook and pen in hand, a tall mango passion fruit blend quietly sitting upon the little coffee table. I love writing, I could just write for hours and hours, I love how the words form on mere paper, I love how the blanks get filled, how the lines cradle the words upon it. Paper is potential. I love how long bus rides somehow have the magical ability to induce certain memories, those which have etched themselves into your memory for those slow, pleasurably torturous future recalls. Every journey brings you to a different journey. Such bus rides don't only bring you to a physical destination, they bring you on a completely different journey, exhilarating, painful, bittersweet, then you suddenly find yourself in the middle of nowhere, not knowing where to begin again. Eventual reality settles, and you've reached your stop - where you ought to get going, to yet again, embark on another journey.

I want to travel the World with him one day.. It'll be so magical, so enchanting, almost like a ticket out of reality. Sigh, I should stop living in fiction and sleepwalking my life away...!! :(

As I took out my diary again today, I found something pretty, and I think I've mentioned it somewhere in this blog before..
Concussion

You.
Knocked.
Me.
Off.
My.
Feet.

Now sense makes no thing to me.
Not by me obviously.. Sigh, I feel like watching Moulin Rouge tonight. Pity, diamonds are not my best friends. Mere rocks. I bet if I press my pencil hard enough I'll get diamonds too.

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So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen


tried to hunch; 11:47 PM

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