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| final farewell |
| 11.24.04 (2:18 am) [edit] |
hello G,
This time that i write its for u! regardless of where this life takes me, what i become or what i don't become, i just want you to know that you will always mean the world to me and that I will love you forever. Things could and maybe even should have been different but there's little that can be done now. You were my life, my friend. you knew me more than i knew myself and i could never see a single fault in you. you will forever remain, my angel.
Sadly though, its time to move on and I know you'll understand this. I hope you're having a nice life and the coming days will just become better for you and as impossible as it was for me to do the same, i've finally found someone and i'm just hoping that this time it'll last. Who knows I might even love her, but i will give it my true shot!
With all my undying love to you and a heavy heart, this is the final farewell till fate crosses our paths.
Yours,
Siddharth
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| should i say "yes" |
| 11.18.04 (1:00 am) [edit] |
that's the question that i need answered! you guys could do it for me or else i'll have to do it myself.
has anyone ever been faced with this dilema (i can already see a hundred of u typing "yes"). well the problem or rather the dilema that i'm faced with is this!
there's a girl ("there's always a girl", swamy says) and she likes me! a LOT! i'm scared of the other 4 letter word starting with L and ending with an E so i'm not typ'g that but u get the picture right.
now here's some trivia about her
1. 1've known her for real long
2. we get along really well
3. she trusts me a lot
4. i can actually make her laugh (that's a first)
5. she's a FUN person
6. she loves danc'g and music (the same as i do)
7. she's no demanding at all. or whatever little i know of her
8. she's tall. taller than i.
9. i really care about her a lot
10. she's broken up with a guy she could consider marrying, about 4 months! (just as i, ok its been a while but i'm still com'g out of it)
and the last
11. she loves me!!!
now because of my scare of relationships i don't know what to say. I think i want to say yes but then again, is she over her last guy. she says she is totally.
HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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| may the force be with you |
| 11.17.04 (12:03 am) [edit] |
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Duct tape is like the Force. It has a light side and a dark side, and it holds the universe together.
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| blabber |
| 11.08.04 (10:44 pm) [edit] |
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That's the name of the project that i'm working on now.
i've set up a recording (voice only) in my room that records everything that I say. There's a motive behind this! i want to be able to speak well, maybe even sing a little, in an irish pub maybe and know, what the heck it is that i speak about all the time.
what do u guys think of the idea??? another one of those Jim Carrey movies...
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| old willow |
| 11.06.04 (7:05 am) [edit] |
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown
For the world was intent on dragging me down
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found"
In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight
With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play
I faked a small smile and then shifted away
But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose
And declared with overacted surprise
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too"
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you
The weed before me was dying or dead
Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need"
But instead of him placing the flower in my hand
He held it mid-air without reason or plan
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind
I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one
"You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.
I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree
How did he know of my self-indulged plight
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me
And for all of those times I myself had been blind
I vowed to see the beauty in life
And appreciate every second that's mine
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy
Another weed in his hand
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man
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