I am standing upon that foreshore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails in the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength and I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other ( Read more... )

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Note to self: Learn to not bother about what people say about you.

I want to try my hand out at typography. :)

The violins resonate. Time is still.

Waves crash onto the powdery shore. Music.

The orchestra begins. It begins.

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Have an idea, latch onto it and mould it into reality.

It's as if the clouds high up decided to part and rays of glorious sunlight beamed onto Earth.
For this is where I stand with my head held up, a new beginning. A new year. It'll be glorious.

Music flows within and around, caressing my ears. Happiness dances around me like twirling flowers flying with a gust of wind.

Boy Lilikoi by Jónsi
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It's the new year. 2010. Life hasn't begun for me yet. I need to sort it out. I need to sort it out fast.

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