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    Journal: across the tide
    Mood: Thinking...
    Hmm. I thought that I wanted to write something, but maybe I should go check out Stunt Academys.. or maybe you should help me.. what should I do , where, for my future?? The eternal struggle of youth.. I guess it is a futile question, because it seems that no matter what you decide, the world seeps you into it's current, and if you swim across the current, all that does is take you right around the world and back to where you started.
    So far I have managed to get on in my life without having to make any painful descisions... I had to choose between chemistry and agriculture... lol... every other descision I have made, has just seem to evolve in such a way that the descision has become ineveitable.., like I came where I am now to stay for two months, I was then asked to stay for a year.. so I am, then I took a couple of courses that required me to stay for another year... and so i will... nothing to painful, the descisions seemed to make themselves... and know I am youngly and foolishly in love.. maybe I will never go home... who knows.

    So, should I just wait for the world to sweep me up, taking me where it will, or should I cut across the grain, and deign to make a descision now...
    Hmmm... I'm off to look up stunt academys, or dance school, agricultural chemistry, bio-chem, astrophysics, engineering, or maybe... to please mum, maybe even med-school.

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    Thanks for your input on my last one. You have good taste - I like your handle and your pic because I think Kiera's face is like living art (dramatic description I know, but I'm good like that).

    I'm a good critic if there's anything you'd like me to review. Thanks, good to meet ya,

    | Posted on 2007-12-16 09:43:25 | by tjsmith5 - [ Reply to This ] -
    People are souls. There is no "soul" that leaves the body when a person dies. The soul, the person, dies.

    I was not meaning this to apply to heaven, just the sky. I really love birds, and so I decided just how one would truly show their love to them.
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