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Balanced all the while
On a gleaming razor's edge
A perfect sphere
Colliding with our fate
This story ends where it began
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Azwan - Takeshi
20th March 1992.
A 21-year old body with a mind far beyond comprehension.
History:
-Qifa Primary Sch
-Bukit View Secondary Sch
-Ngee Ann Polytechnic
-Specialist Cadet Sch 15/13
I'm a:
-Shinobi
-Anime Otaku
-Photographer
-Traceur
-Audio-visual Freelance
-Instrumentalist
-Artist
-Skater
-Biker
Things I love:
-Anime
-Photography
-Speed Biking
-Music
-Elsa (elec guit)
-Belle (acoustic guit)
-Dust (semi-acoustic guit)
-Skating (land/ice)
-Badminton / Tennis
-Drawing
-Parkour
-My cat
-Siti Nurhidayah Binte Osman <3
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I don't dare to kill even an ant.
p.s Kill animals and I'll hunt you down.
I may be quiet most of the time.
But if you're willing to talk, I may talk for kilometers. =P
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"A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.” - Ernest Hemingway"
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Monday, July 16, 2012
pretty rose field
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Hey guys!
I'm back from the short break.
Had a performance and a birthday BBQ yesterday.
Super great!
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Anyways.
My purpose here today is to tell you guys a story.
Friday, June 29th 2012, was my fault.
Friday, June 29th 2012, was my fault.
And I won't fuck this story up again.
Here goes, Bismillahhirrahmannirahim:
There was a guy.
He was asked to walk into a field of roses.
The goal was to pluck the finest rose he saw, and to eventually bring it back home safely.
Accompanying the goal, was a rule.
He could only walk straight, and not turn back.
He could either pick a rose he saw, or continue walking straight.
So he walked
And he walked.
Alas!
He saw a fine rose, which he liked.
Thus he plucked it and happily walked home.
He didn't notice a rock underneath him.
He fell, and so did the rose he was holding.
He got blinded by the large thorns that pierced into his eyes.
He had no choice but to scavenge for another rose and hurried home.
Thankfully the rose he dropped was still able to grow.
It grew into an even finer and prettier rose.
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Years passed.
One fine day another guy walked in.
He so, searched and searched.
Patiently.
His eyes gleamed when he saw the beautiful rose.
The same rose the first guy accidentally dropped.
He knew there wasn't any reason for him to go straight any longer.
He plucked the rose.
He was so happy and thankful to have found that rose.
Only this time, he was very careful, and took care of his and the rose's well-being.
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Moral of my story:
The second guy in the story I mentioned.
That guy, is me.
The first guy was blind.
Yes he was.
The first guy was blind.
Yes he was.
Just so you guys know.
I am still in this journey.
I am still walking home safely with my beautiful rose in hand.
And I won't stop walking till I'm home.
And I won't stop walking till I'm home.
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Here's me and my beautiful rose. <3
Pray for us please, everyone.
I'll make it home safe...
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-Az1
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