i m gone away....
Monday, October 31, 2011
problems in love
Biggest Problem In Love:
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Good Guy Gets Wrong Girl...
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Good Girl Gets Wrong Guy...
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They Fall In Love...
&...
Good Ones Get Cheated...
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Now The Good Guys Thinks,
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All Girls Are Fraud...
&...
Good Girls Thinks,
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All Guys Are Flirts..
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When Good Guy Meets
Good Girl,
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They Avoid Falling In Love...
&...
Become Just Good Friends...!!
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Good Guy Gets Wrong Girl...
...
...
Good Girl Gets Wrong Guy...
...
They Fall In Love...
&...
Good Ones Get Cheated...
...
...
Now The Good Guys Thinks,
...
All Girls Are Fraud...
&...
Good Girls Thinks,
...
All Guys Are Flirts..
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.
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.
When Good Guy Meets
Good Girl,
...
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They Avoid Falling In Love...
&...
Become Just Good Friends...!!
Sunday, October 30, 2011
illusion
“Belief in the absence of illusions is itself an illusion.”
A man’s face is hidden among the beans. Find him!
Boarding a bus or just got eaten by a giant shark?
3 identical cars appear to be 3 different sizes.
Duck is easy to see. How about a rabbit?
6. Count the elephant leg
Count the number of horses in the picture
Weird Portrait. Count the number of faces.
Man on the ground or on the air?
Spin Illusion
Taking a dump and driving a truck at the same time.
Is it strange? (look at the pillars in the middle floor)
Track the flow of water....unusual???
time warp
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if you forget me...
i want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
story of life...
‘A story is something told, it is something that really needs to be said. But though we feel its force and resonance, it is often hard to say what a story means. The most we can say, perhaps, is that a short story is about a moment in life; and after this moment, we realize something has changed’
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