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Eighty six four hundred seconds

Gotta tell them that we love them while we've got the chance to say,

When reality was lived as a fairytale;

; Monday, January 24, 2011

Is it true? The loud part of me overwhelmed my other self with it's screams of 'YES!! OF COURSE!! DUH!!'. While the other side just closed her eyes and looked away from me, not daring to meet my eyes. It wasn't true. It never, ever was.

It's been a long time since I've posted :) I'd borrowed this book about reading handwriting and stuff like that. It's really interesting. No, it doesn't teach you how to read the handwriting of other's, but how to read and tell their personalities. I've read mine. And the results weren't really spectacular. Maybe it's because I'm not exactly a pro, nor am I as experienced in psychology as I am not exposed to these kind of stuff in my daily life. I mean, I do not need to analyze handwritten words to put food on my table. It's just an interesting hobby. Sitting there are the table, chewing a pen with a few written scripts in front of you. A peculiar thing to do in your free time, huh? But at least I can get to know another better like that. It's fun to know that you know so much but so little of this person. Interesting :)
And then it hit me, no one ever stays forever. Never would one stay. Just the shadow, a marking, a scar