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Thursday, May 06, 2004



Airplanes are breeding grounds for pensiveness.
Flying across the oceans and continents, i came to the funny realization that many things about me come in twos. Two places i call home, two accents, two people i trust almost completely, two personalities, two different ways of being and pairs more. And this all amounts to too much confusion on my part.

I wonder if my reasons for living separate lives is the same one God had when He told Noah to take the animals into the ark two by two. (Not that we ever could tell, for being God takes away the requirement for reasons one can comprehend.) Strange as it might be, perhaps it was an unconscious ploy to keep loneliness abay, or perhaps i just can't decide who i like better. Honestly speaking, i think whoever invented the idea of finding yourself and knowing who you are was overly intoxicated.

This lil' island can prove to be slightly claustraphobic, but so can a trojan wall built around an unsuspecting prisoner.


As a side note:- whoever wants to meet up, please give me a call or drop me a line.

sherry @ 7:30:00 am
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