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Sunday, November 19, 2006

I'm Back!
Damn, I need to update more consistently. How long has it been, half a year? Besides that, I am here!

There's a bunch of artwork that I've yet to post up, and it should be here soon. Anyone who's requested something - it's been done for about three month's now. The bad thing is that my scanner currently does not work, and I'm devastated.

I want to know how everyone else is doing. Anything interesting happened lately?

Poem of the Day


At Noon

Each day at noon,
I walk outside - book in hand.
I glance out at the lagoon,
And think of all it has to withstand.

The wind blows in its disband,
Sweeping against the land unmanned.
It moans and whispers and croons,
Flowing towards me, a melody mistuned.

The water is tranquil and grand,
Gentle ripples here and there are strewn.
Any disturbance is suddenly banned,
Even though we know it to be disrupted soon.

Swells and curves are once more bestrewn,
Scattered and ever changing, constantly made to expand,
It gathers and forms in a miniature monsoon.
As if each change and movement is planned,
The ripples grow fainter and fade into the end of forenoon.



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