AidahBurne
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Sunday, April 15, 2007
'How would you like to save the world?' -Linderman. ::::::::::::::: Have it been any of your dreams to one day be the saviour of the world? I don't mean literally save the world, like a hero, like how Harry Potter, Spiderman, Batman and the likes of other heroes saves the world. Just you, you helping the world in some way to make it better. I do not know how, i suppose a doctor, a nurse would see themselves as saving/helping the world in their field of duty. Law enforcement would see it as helping the world when they locked up the villians.  [God, help me, but i do like the villians of Fox River.] so, have you? ever dreamt of helping this god forsaken world someday? yes, somebody needs to do something about Global warming. people are dying here, incase you miss the ever so important clue that something needs to be done. the world is retaliating in the drastic fluctuations of temperature and weather. well, by the by, i don't mean helping the world in just the single issue of global warming. we could save ourselves before we save this world. so much that needed saving. so little brave souls to accomplished it. we could all do our part, one way or another. one day, i will find my part. to date, i am still lost. lost in my own world, lost in this cacoon and blanket of security i have spunned for myself. one day, i swear to God, one day i will. ::::::::::::: i realised something that deeply shakens me. something so profound that i nearly breaks down in confusion. then i told myself that that isn't the end of the world. although i sometimes believe it is. things happen plans changed, don't i used to like to carve this sentence on my 4e4 classroom desk? don't i always doodle this very sentence in my spare foolscap whenever i'm bored? don't i used to like to vandalise my skin by writing in ink this very sentence on my arm? well, don't i? sometimes, i felt as though those ink i've written on my skin, the ink i scrubbed clean before bedtime, i felt as though it has truly stained me. i've asked myself whether the ink i thought i've done away with has finally decided to seep through my skin and run through my veins, mixing with my blood? and finally, i've caught myself at certain times, agreeing to the fact that, yes, that sentence has finally decide to haunt me. yes, i am the haunted house. the sentence, my ghost. 'things happen plans changed' a sentence from a movie, and look where i am now? :::::::::::::: i really have no explanation for the above paragraph. well, i am an emotional wreck after reading a very emotional book. serve me right, one might say. but i disagree. the book may be a work of fiction but nobody can deny the truth from which the book is based. it is a good book, riveting, excellent. i don't think my words would do the book justice, but try reading the Kite Runner. friends, we did read it. when we were in sec 4, we read the first chapter of the book. although, i am not sure if some of you remember. well, for me to be able to shed tears while reading it, it has to be able to bring out certain emotions which it did magnificiently. but, it has always been easier to cry over a fictitious character than to face what is in store for us in reality. :::::::::::::::::::  Post Script; i thought ths picture fits my entry and the ambience im projecting. and cold IS my soul. i made a move at 9:04 PM
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