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1545 days ago
now when i finanlly (having said this, most of my friends would still consider it's too early!) settle down, everything's been put to the prospectives! life is beautiful! when i was swimming in the warm mediterranean sea, with little fish of different colours and wonder how can nature be so effortlessly wonderful, even without me adding more drama and acting like a fool... when i stood in the clear water of blue lagoon, when i frolic in the window Azzure, when i trace the history in Mdina and Victoria, when i saw the light flashing on tower eiffel, when i was hypnotised by the wildest colour of tulips in amsterdam, when the sun set blaze on the Aegene sea of Greece where methy meet with reality.... i love life!
1592 days ago
I couldn't forgive myself for i am hurting myself now i just realise all the damage been done by one's own cannot have justification at all I still believe, i still will for it is in my blood to trust it is in my fate to wound so what, people fall we wish to god we can fly but we just fall love is only in the hell when we fall in love, we are in hell
1604 days ago
Whenever i see a feather on the ground, which happen to be quite many in a city like London, I'd say to myself:' hey, an angel!' Yes, that's how stupid i am, believe that the feather fell from an angel, and i am lucky to see it and it must bring me some kind of good luck! Then one day, i was walking in Hyde Park with my man ( call him that because apart from he is a man, I don't know what else connections will be there between us, it was the first date!). It was the cold early spring afternoon, near sunset, the park is chilly yet full of trace of life. Again i saw a feather just on my path, and could not hold back the excitment, saying to him :' Look, an angel! an angel's feather!'. He looked at me, with the kindness and tease in his eyes, 'hmm, think that's the pigeon!' I looked around, indeed all these little fat bastards busy picking on the seeds, the bread crumbles and whatever little treats on the ground. There are so many of them, and the ducklings, the ...
