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21 November 2006 @ 12:37 PM
// Silhouette serenade
Have you ever imagined how it'll be like when someone you loved died suddenly and somehow no one knows how he had died? You'd spend the next few months in denial and bewilderment, not grief and sadness because you'd be wondering how he managed to vanish off the face of this world without anyone's knowledge, and how can God be so cruel as to take him away from you. And then there's a catch. Jesus came to you and allowed you ten minutes with that person every day provided you can't ask him about his death. He would come back as a mute too, so all you two can do is cuddle and cry together with tears of happiness, familiarity and probably sorrow. That person would appear in a fixed place, say, from under your toilet sink and you've got to be there waiting for him lest that would be the last time he'd come to visit. Every day.For twenty minutes.Until the day you can't take the ignorance of his death with his daily visits as a living reminder; when this miraculous privilege becomes absolute excruciating torture, or when you realise that you don't need him anymore. I had a dream about this yesterday night. Fortunately or not, I woke up after Visit #2 where I was still in shock and denial, so I didn't have to find out how everything ended. I think it's time to stop sleeping at 3am every night. Hahaha.
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#1 superhero
Zelanie Jael Soh.
26 November 1989.
Hope SG.
Singapore Management University.
IB survivor.
zelly.fiedd@gmail.com
Forgiven.
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I'm finding my own words, my own little stage
My own epic drama, my own scripted page
I'll send you the rough draft, I'll seal it with tears
Maybe you'll read it and I'll reappear
From the start it was shaky and the characters rash
A nice setting for heartache, where emotions come last
All I have deep inside, to overcome this desire
Are friendly intentions and fairweather smiles
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21 November 2006 @ 12:37 PM
// Silhouette serenade
Have you ever imagined how it'll be like when someone you loved died suddenly and somehow no one knows how he had died? You'd spend the next few months in denial and bewilderment, not grief and sadness because you'd be wondering how he managed to vanish off the face of this world without anyone's knowledge, and how can God be so cruel as to take him away from you. And then there's a catch. Jesus came to you and allowed you ten minutes with that person every day provided you can't ask him about his death. He would come back as a mute too, so all you two can do is cuddle and cry together with tears of happiness, familiarity and probably sorrow. That person would appear in a fixed place, say, from under your toilet sink and you've got to be there waiting for him lest that would be the last time he'd come to visit. Every day.For twenty minutes.Until the day you can't take the ignorance of his death with his daily visits as a living reminder; when this miraculous privilege becomes absolute excruciating torture, or when you realise that you don't need him anymore. I had a dream about this yesterday night. Fortunately or not, I woke up after Visit #2 where I was still in shock and denial, so I didn't have to find out how everything ended. I think it's time to stop sleeping at 3am every night. Hahaha.
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thank you, god
At this moment there are 6,656,482,412 people in the world.
Some are running scared.
Some are coming home.
Some tell lies to make it through the day.
Others are just now facing the truth.
Some are evil men, at war with good.
And some are good, struggling with evil.
Six billion people in the world.
Six billion souls.
And sometimes - all you need is one.
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