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Saturday, June 17, 2006

"If you focus on sandbagging the beachhead, you can ignore the tsunami that's approaching. Try it any other way and you'll go crazy."

~My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult~

Is it really?
A good read nonetheless.
(thanks kim for spoiling the ending. lol. kidding kidding.)

Sometimes you wonder
if there is such a thing as the right or wrong thing to do.
When something is done with strong enough a conviction
Wouldn't it seem right then?
The catch here...
Seem.

The hardest thing is trying not to waver.

And at times you think that you can and you have.
But in actuality you're simply just not thinking it.
What is known to us as fear is not on the mere surface.
It runs alot deeper than that.
It is embedded, entrenched
and embelish by our darkest demons.

Just thinking.

A good friend once told me that i seek freedom through constant motion,
in a poem he wrote me amongst the many.
"Portrait of a Wildflower" he named one.
No one could've had me better described.
Sadly all his beautiful words were erased because i lost my phone.
A memory where i stored everything that i don't think will ever be replaced.
One that doesn't fail like this one (points to head) does.


A little update.
The Omen wasn't half bad.
Maybe it was bacause i didn't have to pay.
Ha.
Alright i'm a cheapskate, so sue me.
But in all honesty,
the company was worth much more than that.
Heh.

Still on the job hunt.
I need to find me a new direction.

she spoke at
2:47 AM