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Tuesday, December 14th, 2004
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8:56 pm
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A couple of days I saw a beautiful sunset. The day, like all good things must, was coming to an end. The end came quickly... within minutes the sun disappeared but the sky remained lit was good half-an-hour after earth's resident star did the vanishing act.
It grew cooler... much cooler and in the hour of wretched darkness with mosquitoes buzzing in the ears, I wished for the sun to rise again. But then things only happen in the way nature ordains them to.
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8:56 pm
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A couple of days I saw a beautiful sunset. The day, like all good things must, was coming to an end. The end came quickly... within minutes the sun disappeared but the sky remained lit was good half-an-hour after earth's resident star did the vanishing act.
It grew cooler... much cooler and in the hour of wretched darkness with mosquitoes buzzing in the ears, I wished for the sun to rise again. But then things only happen in the way nature ordains them to.
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8:56 pm
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A couple of days I saw a beautiful sunset. The day, like all good things must, was coming to an end. The end came quickly... within minutes the sun disappeared but the sky remained lit was good half-an-hour after earth's resident star did the vanishing act.
It grew cooler... much cooler and in the hour of wretched darkness with mosquitoes buzzing in the ears, I wished for the sun to rise again. But then things only happen in the way nature ordains them to.
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| Tuesday, February 3rd, 2004
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3:14 pm
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His face bore the the signs of the many battle's fought. Each scar -- a grim reminder of his fatality.
Even as his end was drawing near, his thoughts went back to those days when blood coloured the rivers and hate flowed throught his veins. Age had eroded his senses and increasingly, he lived in the past. He could close his eyes and see those terrifying battle scenes pulsing and throbbing in his skull. The memory of the present, in comparison, was too vague to support him.
His friends had been lost to time and were now confined to a different era. He certainly hoped history would repeat itself.
http://observer.guardian.co.uk/sport/story/0,6903,1136532,00.html
http://observer.guardian.co.uk/sport/story/0,6903,1136337,00.html
current mood:  cold
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| Sunday, May 4th, 2003
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5:51 pm
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I like being alone. I like being angry. I like being left alone to myself. I like nobody disturbing my peace. I just need a break....blabbering too much
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| Tuesday, April 29th, 2003
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1:31 pm - true
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Calvin: I am a mis-understood genius
Hobbes: Mis-understood! Why do you say that?
Calvin: Nobody thinks I am a genius!
True..oh so true
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| Monday, April 28th, 2003
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7:24 pm
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Things were getting out of hand..The storm was about to hit big time and there was no place to hide.
To run away from the fury of the hurricane was futile. All we could do was hide and hope.
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12:11 am - The talker
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The bar was crowded not as much as in it's heyday but crowded all the same. The walls were a memory of the times when it was the place to be, the adorning's were rich but now in a state of partial decay.
He entered the place and surveyed the surroundings for a victim.
Someone, anyone..who would listen to him talk. He was a talker, an impulsive talker..one who talked without reason or thought...just talked.
Especially in times of stress and today was one of those days.
His friends usually left him alone in moments such as this, they knew, he was beyond hope and in a bid to keep their sanity intact they would disappear. They did not mean him harm, they were not deserters...but they put their good before his.
So, he had steped out from his neighbourhood to find an innocent victim.
In the crowded bar...few tables were empty but he spied one with a solitary guy on it.
"Just perfect!" he told himself, surprised at his good luck.
His senses came alive, with alertness he moved towards the table. The man was in a sorry state, most probably drowning his sorrows..., he thought.
As he moved towards the table, the to-be victim looked up...his eyes were glazed and watering..were they tears, our man could not say.
"May I join you?" he asked the innocent chap. Without waiting for an answer..he seated himself.
Having made certain that his victim could not escape..the hunter smiled triumphantly.
He started making small talk and much to his surprise he found the man more then willing to talk..Soon they were engrossed in a conversation...each relating to the other...understanding each other. The killer instinct melted away, he was actually enjoying himself.
Suddenly he noticed, that he was hardly uttering a word...the conversation was being dominated by the so-called victim. The hunter had become the hunted.
He wanted to speak but he was not allowed to. The words flowed, fast and straight, without any stop or inkling of stopping in the near future.
He looked around in panic..at the bartender, who had a devious smile on his lips, and the people all around him, they all were smirking. Only now did he realise the trap had been laid and he was the victim. A spider caught in a fellow spider's web.
The words pounded his ears..his mind and his pysche. His love for talking started to slowly dwindle..he realised exactly what his friends were going through. He resolved to change. To change for the better. In so many years, he had never caught a glimpse of how the others viewed him. That day, the harsh reality dawned upon him...
To be ignorant of one's ignorance is the malady of the ignorant - Amos Bronson Alcolt
current mood:  blah
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| Thursday, April 24th, 2003
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2:53 am - hmm
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Sometimes..the hate is deserved
Mostly..it is not
Sometimes...life kills
Mostly...it does not
Sometimes...time waits for you to make the move
Mostly...it is it's own master
- Me
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| Wednesday, April 23rd, 2003
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7:31 pm - hmmm
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| Thursday, April 10th, 2003
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10:58 pm - hmm hmm hmm
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I wish I loved the Human Race;
I wish I loved its silly face;
I wish I liked the way it walks;
I wish I liked the way it talks ...
(Wishes of an Elderly Man Wished at a Garden Party, June 1914, 1-4)
current mood:  peaceful
current music: tick tick tick
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| Tuesday, April 8th, 2003
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10:50 pm
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Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
The Charge of the Light Brigade
I
1 Half a league, half a league,
2 Half a league onward,
3 All in the valley of Death
4 Rode the six hundred.
5 `Forward, the Light Brigade!
6 Charge for the guns!' he said:
7 Into the valley of Death
8 Rode the six hundred.
II
9 `Forward, the Light Brigade!'
10 Was there a man dismay'd?
11 Not tho' the soldier knew
12 Some one had blunder'd:
13 Their's not to make reply,
14 Their's not to reason why,
15 Their's but to do and die:
16 Into the valley of Death
17 Rode the six hundred.
III
18 Cannon to right of them,
19 Cannon to left of them,
20 Cannon in front of them
21 Volley'd and thunder'd;
22 Storm'd at with shot and shell,
23 Boldly they rode and well,
24 Into the jaws of Death,
25 Into the mouth of Hell
26 Rode the six hundred.
IV
27 Flash'd all their sabres bare,
28 Flash'd as they turn'd in air
29 Sabring the gunners there,
30 Charging an army, while
31 All the world wonder'd:
32 Plunged in the battery-smoke
33 Right thro' the line they broke;
34 Cossack and Russian
35 Reel'd from the sabre-stroke
36 Shatter'd and sunder'd.
37 Then they rode back, but not
38 Not the six hundred.
V
39 Cannon to right of them,
40 Cannon to left of them,
41 Cannon behind them
42 Volley'd and thunder'd;
43 Storm'd at with shot and shell,
44 While horse and hero fell,
45 They that had fought so well
46 Came thro' the jaws of Death,
47 Back from the mouth of Hell,
48 All that was left of them,
49 Left of six hundred.
VI
50 When can their glory fade?
51 O the wild charge they made!
52 All the world wonder'd.
53 Honour the charge they made!
54 Honour the Light Brigade,
55 Noble six hundred!
current mood: at peace
current music: I'll C U when U get there - Coolio
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| Saturday, April 5th, 2003
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10:02 pm
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I saw Eternity the other night,
Like a great ring of pure and endless light,
All calm, as it was bright
- Henry Vaughan
current mood: okay
current music: my mind ticking...and ears ringing
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| Friday, April 4th, 2003
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9:00 pm - Dream bike
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8:31 pm
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i like the look immensely....after months of neglect I finally work on this journal..:)
current mood:  awake
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8:02 pm - A new day...
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