so i wanted to do this on 4/4/2011.
after the lick of an eyeball.
but, i couldn't wait.
and i kept asking myself,
what if it ever be too late.
(touchwood)
so here goes:

bye everyone. this journal is now friends only/private/locked/closed.

ive started a new one here:

http://sushikin.tumblr.com/

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I loved you on purpose. I was open on purpose. I still crave vulnerability and close talk.

All I got to give is my everything knowing I could still loose my everything.

glisten in my absence
& waste nothing
for nothing can claim us all...
yet nothing leeches on to everything,
but both aeons apart
for icons speak of nothingness,
lest faith is held
yet, i speak of everything,
with no regard to them...
but with love & tribute in your arms
for love,
we are everything to us,
yet nothing to the world...

(c) Deepan Kamaraj aka Dee ( Read more... )

i notice that destructive thoughts come in two strains. atleast, i categorize them into two.

a) im not worth it/ i suck/ i am not good enough and never will be/i should just die

b) people are out to get me/ they don't love me/ they don't understand/its just not fair

destructive thoughts must be stopped ASAP. in order to do that you must learn to ( Read more... )

by Portia Nelson

Chapter 1

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost … I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter 2

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
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enjoy.

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Life indeed can be fun
If you really want to

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So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways 
 

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Merry Christmas, everyone...

~lest i forget: birthday/christmas gifts from bee included a pair of booties, a pair of leopard print ballet flats and a black clutch. nah-ice! thanks dear.

 rubbish! he said, his words pounding their protest on the hollow walls.
between this and that,
only pain lies.
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the boy talked about mother moon,
he even had the audacity to ask
if man was slave to fate
or decisions.
she blushed and shook free her tinsel
hair as he spoke of her beauty,
and fairness.
in another life,
maybe he'd understand
that the ( Read more... )

There is a place in the west of Sarawak which is called Nonok ( Read more... )