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Tuesday, April 24, 2007
An Oasis' Voyage.
It's not far to Never Never Land
No reason to pretend
And if the wind is right you can find the joy
Of innocence again
Oh, the canvas can do miracles
Just you wait and see

You could hear the ocean waves even from afar. The sound is like that of a salt dispenser when shake very slowly back and fort. Its melodious serenity eases any worries and awkward silence between another being or a thought. The sound caresses directly and seeps through skin pores...the winds blowing your hair, there is no doubt of you giving in and falling for it in an instant.

Metaphorically, his heart get stolen by such large form. The never-ending body of water was like the giant of Brobdingnag and he was, as a contrast, a tiny person from Lilliput. The astronomity of the ocean, especially in the one he was acquainted to and mustered perhaps, didn't scare him, instead bewildered him more about the world in general. Maybe it nauseated him at first, a city-slicker like himself was not profoundly aware of the beauty that lies beneath the Caribbean. Times have elapsed, he more and more adjusted to the seclusion of the place he once thought will not give him its necessary justice and said, "I cannot inhabit this place, i am not cut off to such grand adversity".

It was not very clear what came forth to his decision of leaving the city--his comfort zone. When he was young, he dreamed of standing atop a steep rock and over-look the ocean but it never crossed his mind of actually giving up his fast-pace career to sailing the Caribbean seas. The large body of water and the waves that united to his travels did not alarm him at all; the thoughts of being alone however, did, greatly. Although well-adjusted, there were times when he had seek for companion to share his fortunes and short-comings with. His decision of sailing alone was a mistake but even with all the skepticism he had hold, he remained positive of reaching home safe and unchanged.

Every night, he stopped to little docks on towns unknown but continued his travel when the sun rise. He met acquaintances within these places although he never met the perfect companion he wanted to join his journey. After 2 years of sailing the seas roundabout Europe, he retreated to his voyage. He found the best companion was within himself, although he reached home safely, he did not remain unchanged. The grand calamity he managed to topple change him into a human capable of overcoming the fear of fear.

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Tis written unlike no other in my attempt for creativity. Here, you'll find *fragmented fictional and real stories that are relevant to my life in some ways. I don't enumerate things that happens to me everyday nor do i purposely rant about lame, stupid "teenage" cliches. My entries are from memory, past experiences, reviews (food, book, movie) and my opinions on current issues--and no, no politics whatsoever. Grammatically incorrect to a degree but nothing that can make you squirm (or so I hope not).

P.S. Put in mind that I'm a scrumptious-looking cupcake and you know you can never, EVER, resist me...so no hating or you'll never get to eat "us" again! lol

-amoure,
an AA

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YOU, CHATTERBOX, YOU.

BEAUTIFUL STRANGERS.
Awesomeness.
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