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I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
Ill cross the stream – I have a dream

I have a dream, a fantasy
To help me through reality
And my destination makes it worth the while
Pushing through the darkness still another mile
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
Ill cross the stream – I have a dream
Ill cross the stream – I have a dream

I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
Ill cross the stream – I have a dream
Ill cross the stream – I have a dream

4 days ago was arushi’s third death anniversary… we remember you, we always will.

i feel nostalgic because of yanni. when you are so full of happiness and so complete, you feel passionate… i dont know if that makes sense to those reading, but thats how it feels to me… what i had was definitely some form of passion… i mourn for the loss, but i would never want them back, because it can never be the same again… that magic is best left untouched.

what does he think when he makes that stuff… it feels so personal, so perfect, so correct… how can it be for everybody? its my own private secret… my heart beat responds to every note… even the light intensity in my room changes with the tempo… it calms me, it makes me sad, it makes me happy, it makes me crave, it makes me want, it makes me honest, it makes me write stupid philosophical illogical crap… it makes me me. it makes my heart ache, it makes me cry, it makes me smile, it makes me wish the simple things in life… it sheds away every little unnecessarily complicating thing… its the end of life, puts everything in summary… its the return to innocence… its magical… its everything, everything all at once. and its not technically the most breathtaking one, its not beethoven or mozart, not very complex… its just… there! right there! so good, so true, so simple, so honest. its yanni…

motivation vs. procrastination –> neither satisfied –> frustration

side note:
those who pronounce adolescence incorrectly, please note that it is pronounced as aedulescunce (u here is pronounced as a mild form of “a”), not adawluscunce.

AND, there is no such word as “comperer”. you are a compere. not a comperer.

i have been getting some vaccinations of late… hep b, varicella, dt, meningococcal… meningococcal is wayyy painful. and my mmr serology turned out to be positive! its shocking! i cant believe my parents actually got me immunised for mmr!

http://www.relfe.com/plus_5_.html

la la la la la la la la la

sigh

aim #9 in my “life-list” will be attained in about a fortnight… not strictly though… as in, it will be a family possession… more accurately in my dad’s name. oh well, i’ll achieve this aim properly some time… but till then, this aint too bad.

i often see cryptic one-liner (usually) comments (advice, analyses) talking about closure, struggles, darkness etc. on various blogs (no reference to any specific blog)…
when i dont know what they are all about, they irritate me; and when i do know, the melodramacity often astonishes me… one gets standard moral science quotations put apparently powerfully in 4-5 “raw” words. is such advice ever useful to anyone? they sort of remind me of my least fav book in the world, the monk who sold his ferrari (which, as i have said before, feels like a compilation of moral science quotations plus a loser attempt at a story… you want to talk about moral science, talk ayn rand, with great stories plus interesting moralities).

which is not to say i never comment in a similar manner… you’ll often see me come up with some similarly pseudo-powerful and “raw” and “thought provoking” questions/analyses… half the time just for the heck of disagreeing with the blogger (probably related to the trash bit of my complicated sense of superiority), rest of the time its either because i cant think of a less powerful way to put it, or because of my unconscious attraction for unnecessary style and flamboyance.