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			`Empyreal hopes `Ethereal dreams I have loved many things. Like the clouds in the scorching Summer heat, and rain that freezes the skin; The scent of cool Autumn breezes, and the gentle softness of the earth during Spring; The cosiness of a convenience store at the dead of night; The slight chill in the air after school; The smell of the blackboard duster; The rawr of a faraway truck, echoing deep in the night... And I wanted us to experience them together, always. Click on the wings at the side to navi!^^

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

finally back from camp...wah v tired.
I guess i finally kinda get what get real means to me, about not having facades, or false pretences when i come to the Lord. sighs hahhahha i dun wanna get all christiany and all but in the end, there's not many people you can trust on earth...since all of us are sinful creatures): that's why i choose to find comfort in God.

but nothing's ever goes well forever in this world...so we eventually would make up our own facades for reasons that keeps us safe. It's selfish in a sense. But in the end everyone's selfish to a certain extent, ya? these facades keep others away from our true selves, so that they wont be close enough to hurt us. But then these facades deceive as well...when people like the part of you that you fake out, it dosent mean they would accept the part that you keep others aways from. In the end these false pretences are just to help us be accepted into the society...so those who cant make a facade *up to standard* or don't want to even have one, will just be ostracised.

But when we make up these facades, little by little we fade away from our original identity...and begin to act more of what we make out to be, than what we truly are. These factors of changes are mostly derived from the environmental stress we face...classic example being the .bandwagon. It is because of those type of trends that lead everyone to begin to act like everyone else, in the fear of not being accepted for being different. Just because of all these small little ideas that slowly seep into our heads...we begin to lose our true identity...until we realise that we're just different fragments of other people's character traits pieced together.

As the latin saying goes, nascentes morimur...everyday we die a little.
Everyday we lose a certain personal trait, in exchange for a trait someone else has...for the purpose of being integrated into the society. These start off as facades we wear, but little do we know that it would eventually influence our lives into something...

else.

wishing;
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