Random fandom part 1

I know, I know. It's early in the morning. I just wanted to see these men aka their movies and dramas. These men shaped my ideal one. It doesn't exist though.

Delicious Down South: Homemade Pasta for the Holidays

Delicious Down South: Homemade Pasta for the Holidays: Christmas Day has come and gone and a few days ago, we have just welcomed the year 2012. While most of us are probably still clearing our pl...

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Phyllis Grande: Writer. Production Designer. Editor. Filmmaker.

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2012 UP Lantern Parade

The grainy, lowres photos from UP Lantern Parade 2011 aka my first lantern parade after I graduate. Seeing this makes me nostalgic. And I finally get to have a picture of Oble with me. 

Oble

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Poetry #2

Violin Romance #2 - Beethoven

He never wanted to wake up,

that man.

He lies in his bed, dreaming

Dreaming of a dream of

a life once seen.

For there is no more life

No more happiness

No more nothing

Nothing to hold on to

Besides the faint beating of

her dying heart.

He lies still and allows

no one to enter his internal slumber

For he enjoys the sun in his sleep

the warmth.

And there's no more sun,

only darkness

Darkness that goes through 

the pretentious light.

For he won't forgive himself

For there is no more hope

No more light

No more warmth

No more happiness

As he blames himself for her death

And nothing else.

Poetry #1

Moonlight Sonata

And beneath the moonlight

there was you.

It was a never-ending love story,

like the never-ending rain

and the never-ending solitude

of a love foretold

of a love forbidden

of a love never to be spoken of.

It was like the canopy

like the river cleaning itself

and making its way to the depths

of the sea

to the depths of your heart

of your soul.

For your heart is a heart of stone

and you have chosen to be free.

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The Momentary Spirit: She is a free spirit.