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Feb. 16th, 2012 | 09:36 am

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Feb. 5th, 2012 | 12:10 pm

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born
play
fight
fun
laugh
cry
high
see
grow up and die

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Jan. 4th, 2012 | 01:14 pm

We walk at an easy pace, hardly speaking, not for lack of things to say but there is no need.

I got so much thoughts whenever I am out, walking, beside the bakery waiting for waffles, in a queue for my food, in a bus. I wish to pen them down somewhere, in my phone or anywhere but I always put it aside. Then I tried to type it here at least but it wouldn't come up. Memory black box alert?

Daydreaming in another hand, aside from visualizing or imagining or whatever the likes near to it, is different. It is free. It is the nicest thing you could ever have if you concentrate all your mind's juice and power on. It gives you wings. A child can daydream.. A poor man can daydream.. it give them wings, it puts them in a state where time doesn't matter.

Daydreaming can kill your days too, bit by bit, slowly... it builds the ego, it builds the person you genuinely wish to be but you couldn't. Sometimes we present to ourselves a model or X which we can never get or a subconscious or part of us could never get. And we daydream, and we spend a huge amount of days thinking of it. Attainable perhaps, but requiring much effort, time and money perhaps.

But how can we reject the gift of happiness from these daydreams.

Humanity and life is a cruel reality. You wish you know what is in store for you. You wish you hadn't have to sleep eat shit bathe work and follow the rules. What in the world -

The nicest things in life is to live without the need to look at the time for the whole day, and never have to have pauses in conversation, because there are lack of things to say.

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xmazz 2011 singapore orchard *

Dec. 25th, 2011 | 10:44 am

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ave a blezzed xmas and a gr8 yr ahead :-) *** *** ***

*** is snowflakes. I have seen actually seen one in person so

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Dec. 4th, 2011 | 10:40 am

I've heard that there's a kind of bird without legs that can only fly and fly,
and sleep in the wind when it is tired.
The bird only lands once in its life... that's when it dies.

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I used to think there was a kind of bird that, once born, would keep flying until death.
The fact is that the bird hasn't gone anywhere.
It was dead from the beginning.




// Days of Being Wild, 1990

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Nov. 14th, 2011 | 10:48 am

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'It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky then. That made blue be your color. You had your knife there with you too. When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt you when you woke up like this. You crawled up out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked toward it. "If God is our Father," you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin." Why didn't anyone else understand these important things? You got to your car and tried all the doors. They were locked. It was a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat. Out across your field
, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You began to walk towards them. Now red was your color and, of course, those little people out there were yours too. '

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Sep. 28th, 2011 | 11:06 am

Some songs are amplified greatly by senses which tend to show a timeline attached to its essence. At a certain time of life where the song was a hit or a personal favorite. And one day, after 7 years, you find yourself whistling unconsciously along with it..

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Aug. 1st, 2011 | 09:52 am

Watch the full episode. See more Chicago Tonight.



The story of a Chicago nanny who took more than 100,000 photos she never shared

From the 50s to the 90s

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how to radge yourself inside out

Jul. 29th, 2011 | 11:17 pm

1. Make a playlist of songs from a really happy moment of your life or cherished or sad or close, sentimental yada yada from somewhere more than 3 years ago.

Movies and series are nice, but music moves faster

2. Stop listening to your music player for more than one week. The longer the better.

3. Find a time somewhere in the day or sometime where you are in your comfort zone, and preferably without anyone. Play the songs in instruction #1 through your headphones or earpiece at full volume. Put your player and earpiece on the table. Do not put it in your ears.

Finish it off with your favorite snack. Remember to drink water.

Enjoy.

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The kids are all right: Photographer Paul Trevor captures Liverpool's lost innocence from the 70s

Jul. 8th, 2011 | 10:15 am

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