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Hahaha...it's a load of pants. That poem is so beautiful, and yet so sad. ;-; *Huggles.* *huggles* thats a sad poem Sezi... That is the most beautiful poem I have ever read. Congrats! I love your layout. It's uber nice. You're quite the poet- your poem is awfully good, very beautiful. ^^ I like the way the opening 2 lines and closing 2 lines have the same kind of rhyme ("usion"). HEY!!! I FOUND YOU BY CLICKING RANDOM!!!I JUST WANTED TO SAY HI AND BYE...SO HI...AND BYE. Well, now! Random Search is dishing up rather tasty treats tonight! Very nice poem. Layout is cool too, as someone else noted. Carry on. I found you via random as well! Fucking awesome poem! Guess what? Random, too! Like the poem ^-^ FFX-2 Rocks my socks! not to be a creepy person who comments in random people's ljs but I really like ur poem. I write poetry too. RANDOM RANDOM RANDOM I really like your poem... I also found you via random search!!! That the 2nd time thats happened to me! But yes your poem....i think veryone can relate... i know i can Rock on

la méchanceté gratuite c nul. pourquoi les gens sont méchants? i'm so stupid. i hate myself. is it me or all the people i talk to want to kill themselves today? maybe i should just do it too.

well,my beautiful G4 flat panel I-mac is a mere shadow of its former self...Norton Antivirus detected a strain of a trojan virus in a file called webcounter (no idea what that maybe either).Said virus seems to have wreaked havoc and numerous basic tasks are no longer functioning....what does one do in a situation like this?Will a complete reinstall of the OS solve the problem?I've pretty much given up being amused/appalled/baffalled by the vast array of crazy english i encounter on a daily basis here,but i did rather enjoy the t-shirt that one of the teachers at school was sporting today.Emblazoned across the front was the legend :DO YOU WANT NEW WAVE OR DO YOU WANT THE TRUTH ?LOUD MINORITY.MINOR PROBLEM.Which is it to be?Bye fxxxxn Bye......

I guess this might have something to do with 10 things I hate about you, but not as much as the others. It is an attempt at a song so please don't laugh!! You're the reason I love it when I’m near you My fears just fade away, You give me the strength I need To last another day. There’s something in you that makes me strong, It’s an urgency to carry on. Chorus:You’re the reason I’m still breathing, You’re the reason I’m still living. A part of me walks away, A part of you makes me stay. Another night, another day, the feeling starts to stay. I hate it that nothing was meant by that kiss, Surely it’s got to lead to something more than this? My head is in knots, How can I be strong? You’re the one I need to carry on. Chorus: You’re the reason I stopped breathing, You’re the reason I stopped living, Your part of me walks away, My part of you fails to stay.Another night, another day, The feeling starts to fade away.Bridge:The dark turns into light,The day comes from the night.I begin to fall for you,The feelings you revealed were true.Chorus:You’re the reason I’m still breathing,You’re the reason I’m still living.A part of me walks away,A part of you makes me stay.Another night, another day,You’re the reason I want to stay.You’re the reason I want to stay.

I would just like to say that I am not responsible for Gap, Inc.'s marketting ideas that appear are obviously misled. I want to kill that fake ass surfer, and the worst part is that the new in-store cd has that little bitch on there saying "toes to the nose" or some other cliche bullshit. In an effort to mock it, I'm now turning into a dude-brah. I'm just going to curb my sheer ghettoness and start saying "dude" and "brah, what's up" in that semi-coherent stoner-esque voice. word? word. p.s. i've gut punched bitches for less. you come into my store when I'm working you're going to apply for a credit card.

There are people who would say that I would burn in the darkest pit of hell simply for not believing in God. Then, there are those, who feel it necassary to claim my damnation, contributed to by my coldness. I stand in defense that I have already been to hell, and it, my friends, is not a place. Hell is a feeling, an emotion. It is a moment or series of moments, sometimes lasting only a few seconds, and other times for weeks or months. There are no adjectives for me to use to describe it. Hell is something you feel when you have it all, when you have everything you've ever wanted, and then it all collapses around you. Hell is the very moment you have nothing. I have been there, I have felt the wrath of this feeling. I slip into it again, tempted to go on only by a few of those around me who actually give a damn. The rest are too blind to notice the screaming of a dying soul.

gosh...*sighz*...lectures and tutorials..almost back in full-swing now . . . pretty boring...classes today were draggy.....
Thinking whether to sign up for the biblical studies course starting on the 8th of jan..this thurs..it'll last for about 3/4 or close to a year..will be quite taxing as the confirmed 8 projects start coming in soon...already have 2 ICAs coming up on the 4th wk...*screamz*
ok...want to sleep now....going to sleep NOW.