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    And me, Ian

    Sunday, February 26, 2006

    --....who?--

    Day by day, I feel more and more worn out by the world...
    How can i live for another 40 to 50 years?
    At this rate, there'll be nothing left of me anymore soon enough...

    When that day comes...
    Should I be happy, or sad...

    Then again, i ask myself:
    Why was the flame encased in ice so thick?
    What was it that froze a flame so wild?
    Now that it is frozen, was it for the better?
    Or was it for the worse?

    2:18 AM

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    Sunday, February 12, 2006

    --Moon--

    Tonight, i'm feeling like this again. So i shall write,
    though an audience i doubt i have.

    Few people live in the world i do, most wake up in the day, looks into the sky and at the sun, where their dreams awaits. Me? I wake up in the night, and wander under the moon... Under that which those without dreams look at...

    Few dares to live the way and path i do. Simply because in this society, it is the path to destruction. Though i still walk this path, where no one else ventures... Who knows what I shall find in the abyss? I tread on this path, for i fear not destruction...
    There are things worse than that.


    But the fact is, i walk a dangerous path.
    And i shall answer it with equivilant caution.
    For those who has once walked this path, good for you...
    Beacause now... You're safe.


    The moon is beautiful as ever tonight.
    I wonder who else is starring at it...

    Then again, i ask myself:
    Why was the flame encased in ice so thick?
    What was it that froze a flame so wild?
    Now that it is frozen, was it for the better?
    Or was it for the worse?

    11:08 PM

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    Thursday, February 09, 2006

    --Sky--

    At night I wonder,
    Under this glittering starry sky,
    With the countless constellations and shadows,
    Before all this I wonder,
    What are we searching for...

    Then again, i ask myself:
    Why was the flame encased in ice so thick?
    What was it that froze a flame so wild?
    Now that it is frozen, was it for the better?
    Or was it for the worse?

    2:31 PM

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    Tuesday, February 07, 2006

    --Confusion--

    That day is not far from now, what should I do?
    The path of choice has come.
    Shall I allow the lines of fate entangle?
    Or to just let it flow past, as if neither ever existed?

    Then again, i ask myself:
    Why was the flame encased in ice so thick?
    What was it that froze a flame so wild?
    Now that it is frozen, was it for the better?
    Or was it for the worse?

    1:26 PM

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    ~Please beware of frostbite while reading~

    The Frozen Flame

    If ice can be melted by fire, why do i not feel the heat?
    If fire cannot melt the ice, why then do corners melt in your presence?
    If the colour of flame is red, why do i see blue?

    The Frozen Flame