I'm obsessed with Hunter X Hunter Manga:
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Monday, February 16, 2004
Thursday, February 12, 2004
Tuesday, February 10, 2004
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Thursday, February 05, 2004
Wednesday, February 04, 2004
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
Monday, February 02, 2004
Its about liking what you do. People never really get what they really want or want to do. Sad thing most people never really know what they want to do in life and end up doing a routine job just to say they are doing something with their time.
For the past few weeks , I have been fortunate to like my job. I get too over zealous sometimes, that it makes the best and worst in me. Excitement sometimes I cannot control. People might find it annoying, but what the hell.
It's me. I like what I do. I like to excel most of the time.
That's my drive. That's my motivation.
It's time to shine.
For the past few weeks , I have been fortunate to like my job. I get too over zealous sometimes, that it makes the best and worst in me. Excitement sometimes I cannot control. People might find it annoying, but what the hell.
It's me. I like what I do. I like to excel most of the time.
That's my drive. That's my motivation.
It's time to shine.
Thursday, January 29, 2004
Wednesday, January 28, 2004
Monday, January 26, 2004
Thursday, January 22, 2004
Tuesday, January 13, 2004
If I had lips upon my flesh
In truth had not trembled so,
I'd kiss thee under a thousand stars,
As they fall upon the wind's sweet gentle blow.
Like the waves of the deepest ocean,
Let my fingers run through your hair,
As soft as the thickest clouds there are,
Clouds upon where castles in the air,
My words are deep but true regret,
My words are lost in tranquil air,
Words whispered upon my quiet lips,
Words in speech perhaps I can never share.
And if my eyes were art for itself,
In truth, you are what I see,
Simple beauty for that is life,
Beauty's own excuse to be...
In truth had not trembled so,
I'd kiss thee under a thousand stars,
As they fall upon the wind's sweet gentle blow.
Like the waves of the deepest ocean,
Let my fingers run through your hair,
As soft as the thickest clouds there are,
Clouds upon where castles in the air,
My words are deep but true regret,
My words are lost in tranquil air,
Words whispered upon my quiet lips,
Words in speech perhaps I can never share.
And if my eyes were art for itself,
In truth, you are what I see,
Simple beauty for that is life,
Beauty's own excuse to be...
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