You come from the Ocean. You've always been drawn
to the sea, the sound of the waves, the crystal
blue water, near the sea is where you belong.
Where Did Your Soul Originate?
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You represent... hope.
You're quite a daydreamer and can be a hopeless
romantic. You enjoy being creative and don't
mind being alone at times. You have goals, and
know what you want in life... even if they are
a little far fetched.
What feeling do you represent?
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Your element is Spirit. You are above most Earthly
things or like to think you are. More
mysterious than any of the other elements and
twice as dangerous. You tend to be a loner and
whatever you belive in it verges on fanatical.
Be careful because Spirit has no true substance
and can get lost.
What's your element
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Water Goddess. You like peace and serenity and are
usually content with life.
What element would you rein over? (For Girls)
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dont ask me about the promos. go away.
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You're Most Like The Season Winter ...
You're often depicted as the cold, distant season.
But you're incredibly intelligent, mature and
Independant. You have an air of power around
you - and that can sometimes scare people off.
You're complex, and get hurt easily - so you
rarely let people in if you can help it. You
can be somewhat of a loner, but just as easily
you could be the leader of many. You Tend to be
negative, and hard to relate to, but you give
off a relaxed image despite being insecure -
and secretly many people long to be like you,
not knowing how deep the Winter season really
is.
Well done... You're the most inspirational of
seasons :)
?? Which Season Are You ??
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SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease;
For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twinèd flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barrèd clouds bloom the soft-dying day
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river-sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
--Ode to autumn by John Keats
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Lord, grant me the courage to change the things that i can, the serenity to accept those that i can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
sometimes i wish things turn out differently. sometimes i wish i never left my comfort zones, the nice warm fuzzy circle of friends i had. sometimes, on nights like these, when all are busy slaving away at their work or indulging in token moments of rest, i sink into a reverie, retrospection. i find myself wondering about the what ifs...what if ive went to rg instead of ny? what if i got into rj frm the 1st 3 mths? what if i chose nj over ac? what if i never left ac?
jumbled, disjointed thoughts. i live in a world of reclusion. or i wish i did.
an oyster, happily existing in the light of its pearl.
to those ive neglected and left behind, i wish for you to know you are not forgotten. especially to the utopian class: 1aa3 jan-march, i miss you guys. lots. i wish the world's any oyster that's centred around us.
i wish there are shooting stars tonight.
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hiding behing greens reds and blues. feathers, sequins, glitter. today im a mermaid, flaunting my sparkling tail. tomorrow i will be an elf, parading in sure-footed confidence.
no one knows anyone. she may be your friend today, a fiend tomorrow. this is a world where yesterdays don't count. this is a place where todays dont stay.
everyday's a masquerade.
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take me back to old china, where we like lovers of an ancient chinese legend can relive the untainted charm of romance. writing our whispers on rice paper, we exchange them at dusk, our fingers brushing past one another's, the burning we feel can only remain silent within us for now. the streets are decorated with paper lanterns, each confining a soft glow of light. if we lived in the past, i could only wish to have your face reflected in the gleaming waterfronts, to feel your sigh in the lightness of the wind. the stars will look like a million jade pendants in the mid-heavens, hanging from a piece of silk, draped across the vastness of the sky. i could only wish that the world around us would rise as the mist in the biting wind, disappearing the moment we close our eyes in embrace.
snipped from rachel's blog. different people, similar sentiments.
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Don’t take my silence to be ignorance.
Don’t take my peace to be compliance. If u have guts, say what u want to in my face.
Fortunately for you I don’t stoop down to YOUR level.
I stone u in my head.
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