Do you remember the first time you have watched star trek, Lord of the rings, Harry potter, X-files, superman, Spiderman, bewitched, charmed, Casper, Sabrina the teenage witch, Dracula…etc

How did it feel? I bet it was one of the most intriguing feelings one can experience at young age, ‘ he is flying’ , ‘she is changing her appearance’ , ‘ how can he walk on the water’, ‘ he can crash cars’!!

I never forget when my dad handed me ‘Alice in wonderland’ book, I used to believe everything in it, and cry why I cannot shrink like her, I also remember ‘Aladdin’ and the Jinny who could do anything for him,

A friend yesterday asked me if it's wrong to say that she is so much in love with her boyfriend that she met online. and my answer was NO.

I also spoke to a friend 3 days ago and asked him why isn't he in love, and he said it's not for me, I have other things am interested in, when I asked him  do you like art, he said Yes I love it, but I am bad at it, so am focusing on 3d modelling.

Why do we give a

If you are one of those close to me you will probably know that my ultimate dream since I was 8 or younger was to live in Japan.

The first time I was exposed to the word Japan was from a magazine about electronic products my dad brought to our house because he was keen to make me interested and my brother about the concept behind these video games that we are playing which belongs to a Japanese manufacturer.

My dad is an Engineer and so he has a great interest in electronics and technology. I grew up so attached to the electronic world, I used to go in a lucid dreams of me having a house fully functioning with a button from my remote control, I used to absorb and le

Have you?

I haven't ..and I want to see it alllll....

There is a book am reading that says 10 places you must visit before you die..and ahmmmm...I hope I can do it! am so excited and open to life.. I want to see more and more and discover new places....

If you are like me, you will feel the song :)

Can you live with the thought, that my dreams will never be the same, when we meet for the first time, and how it will all turn? My heart will never beat the same, my eyes will never see the same, and every single minute of the hour. Will remind his presence.

My darkest fears will spill from my tongue, how he can satisfy the fire without being consumed, fight the fears to only tell the world, that we are not a lie.
Can our love be without a second thought?

I know how you taste before I even sense it.
You will never be a fading embrace

I know you’re true

I know your smell

I feel your touch

I feel your words

Locked within my head
"Noah" racing through my thoughts

In the smile that rides

We grow stronger
The dreams
Could it mean
That you and I
We may still meet
Before I leave this world
Before I take a new life
Could you still be the one
As I am of you

is it my destiney to hold you ?
am I supposed to be able to control
Whispering sweetly that we are meeting
Between the worlds
The only place we can be
Is it wrong of me to think
That I could never take you away from happiness
But I still selfishly want you
I can't change
But I sure wish I could
I can find others
But they can't replace you

I simply don't need to

because your enough
They can't seem to mend the void
That our hearts have left in my soul
Your sweet smile haunts me
And only grows sweeter in every passing nightmare
I could kill for you
Bend and break wills
For you
But I could never forget you
If all else fails
I wish I could merely hold you
Holding close
I will clutch these dreams
A testiment to my dedication
I will hold them
I wish they were really you
Tenderly breathing in my arms
Telling me you love me too

His long, lean face wrinkled as he leaned over and shot from his mouth foul spittle left from his chewing tobacco. The man smelt of sweat, horse and the open range with a rather battered felt cowboy hat perched upon his head. Worn and tattered clothes hung loosely on his lanky body. He was a homely looking man with sandy colored hair that had a slight wave to it leaving a clumped mess to fall to his shoulders. His hazel eyes seemed vacant and lost.            The lone man pulled the remaining chew from his mouth, stuffing it into a small tin can. He then reached for his saddle bag that still clung to his worn saddle. From there he pulled the instrument that gave him his name: a harmonica. The finely crafted metal glimmered in the light from the small campfire and the sound that resonated when the man put it to his lips was like that of a beautiful song bird. The lonely twang rang through the prairie lands like a lost lovebird calling to its mate.            The lone man did not stir, but kept playing his harmonica as the stranger’s companions rode up behind him. 

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