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Think about the love inside the strength of heart
Think about the heroes saving life in the dark
Climbing higher through the fire, time was running out
Think about the chance I never had to say
Thank you for giving up your life that day
Never fearing, only hearing voices calling out
Let it all go, the life that you know, just to bring it down alive
Be Strong
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Don't be shy. Cause I'm not. heh D:
I thought I saw the bumble bee.
Ah well. It's gonna be just you and me.
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Stay put where you are. Keep your soul and keep your heart. I'm loving y o u.
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Hello, I am Jessica.
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do F a s h i o n related work/studies.
have a MAJOR CRUSH/INTEREST/FLING with branding and marketing related works/studies
am an art person. maybe has a flair but the talent is shaky and unstable. but recognises the depth of personal potential for arts. (:
I'm kinda brilliant. Mental note that aights? (:
Loves: Almost everyone.
Hates: Nothing really. Until you really know me i guess. (:
Jess kinda rocks; like big time ._.
who are we to judge?
11:04 AM Sunday, October 22, 2006
let me tell you a short story.there was this woman who abandoned her daughter for another guy. years gone by, and the girl grew up loving people the wrong way. basically, a warped demented woman. she thinks that her best friend should be her pet, in her sight every moment. but the twisted and deranged lady became a superstar. now comes the climax. the superstar, NANA, has this best friend named nana coincidently. she went to look for the mother and, wonder what the mother said? the daughter is none of her business. meaning she refused to acknowledge NANA's presence. what came next was that she asked nana not to find her again as it disturbs her very much and is afraid what she says will affect her current family life.fuck. thats the first thing that comes to my mind. if you gave birth to that daughter, you jolly well be a mother and raise her up beautifully. why give a life, yet ruining it by not giving her the right life? have you ever wondered what trauma and torment you allowed your flesh and blood undergo? have you ever thought her yearn for a mother's love every single night?have you? have you not?but come to terms with the mentality of the mother later on. things are not what it was made to seem. if she is a superstar and the mother acknowledges her daughter. what she does will hinder her daughter's fame and career. and it also hurts deeply to not acknowledge your own daughter. it hurts pretty much.but fame and glory. what is left of it when one grows old? how long can it last? it is like a woman's beauty. it dies the very moment it blooms. you reach zenith and there is nothing else left to replace the best. you decline. why on earth must humans succumb to materialism? they pay homage to money and status and yet they can scorn old people who pray to empty porcelain statuettes. why despise the art of culture? when you yourself sacrifice your soul to the worldly desires? at the end of the day, we are nothing more than an empty shell. what can be more is liquidated. nothing more is left to be said. wrong values everywhere. and right values faded into the backdrop. doesnt matter, does it? have we lost?
indeed.
we have lost ourselves, in the midst of everything. dont say values are useless. they may not be true. at least they provided a guideline. something to provoke me think. to let me die for.
i know what i am. and i am what i am. and you?cried and grew.
Don't be shy really. I know you are itching to say something. Just try to sound clever aights? (:
Let it all go, the life that you know, just to bring it down alive
Put your heart here. D E P O S I T
We have soul, though not all are soldiers.
In memory. Let's try tracing back history and continue to make wonderful history worthy of mention.
Call the police. They are helpful though they sound sick of the world. (: They may just keep you safe.