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(Sunday, March 23, 2008/8:46 PM)

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*EDIT*
oh yes hachikuro ferris wheel.
you'll get your present for real this year.





it all ended so nicely.
if only life would go like that.

yeah. i kind of mean it.
it was a nice ending.
it was a good ending.

and well, i'm a deep thinker.
then again anyone would know how the last part goes.

...
*writes in answer for question 2*

now. where was i.

suspense.
shock.
horror. and.
love. maybe.

those are the important parts.
and that's not just all.

laughs.
conflict.
build-up. and.
the calm at the end.

so what really matters is not a part of it.
it's the whole thing.

i wish those big-shots on the highway would for once look at the world as a whole.
then maybe we could all end nicely.

well so.
after that i had to go for piano.
i need to regain the style i played with last year. i think.
and then it ended.

...
*writes in answers for questions 3 and 4*

and then i was at the bus stop where i once saw perspective.
but a new glass pane had been built into the pillars.
so that is just a memory now.
and that's why i write this blog. it's too keep it.

i look at an ad at the stop and look closely.
i look at the green.
i look at the obvious blatant mistake it portrays.
i look at the tie.

and inside i sort of feel like i've gained something important.
well even if accidental, it sure did a good job laughing at a certain something.
oh well. i write this blog because only i can decipher the profoundness.
so if you can't read it. oh well i guess.

i go back home.
and another lovely end.
the clouds so calm, just like that.
the footprints in the sand.

the initial wrong interpretations.
and the realisations thereafter.
i guess this is all for the greater good.
but still, i can only say it ended wonderfully.

h2o rocked my soul. ahahaha.


i look forward to more ends.
i hope they are as nice
but they don't mean the road stops here.
so i bid goodbye to them.


the scars that were left behind won't go away.
now we must depart.


to our own separate ways.