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1.
About someone...

You're reading Souless
I'm Leia.
Call me whatever you want,
Cos it's merely a name.
If you're looking for me
Don't.
P.S.
Yeah I know. Simple blog.
It's just my life story.
Anyway, get to the point.

There is a hidden link.
Find it,
And you'll see the darker side.


2.
About past...

Song of Solo
Within 180 days,
If there is no changes here,
Its when my existence faded away.

Be a witness of my story

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Credit to
Daphne


3.
Witnesses of my existence
Haru Deon

4.
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5.
Tag me, if you're here
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6.
Thanks to Daphne's Original Blog
Designer: %Dj.deck-
Basecodes: Baby_Fiqa
Scrolling codes ;
Inspiration(s): 1 2 3
Music:


Sunday, August 31, 2008 @ 7:59 PM

I don't know what to say...
But...
It seems that somehow,
They're not broken.
At least not completely...

Perhaps I'd been nothing...
Nothing more than just a mere presense.
Nothing but only part of a memory.
Nothing more than a friend,
Who had been exiled from her world...



Perhaps my reason to exist is just entirely for helping other people, and then disappear... it's tragic, eventhough I wanted to feel happy for the one who I love...

Yours Truly; Lorenzo
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Saturday, August 30, 2008 @ 4:39 PM

Missed out a lot of birthdays,
And greetings to them too...
But i guess it's fine.
Since I'm on the verge of disappearance from their memory....
So... let it be.
Although it's a little sad,
But life's this way,
Aren't I'm right?


Life is never fair,
Which probably why everyone is destinied for a different path.
On verge of separation,
Emotional reaction is always huge...
But time do seems to erase this...
Bit by bit...
Till eventually we can no longer remember,
Till we can no longer recall,
And till we no longer feel anything for it.

Perhaps time is a bad thing afterall.
I don't know,
But I just don't like how time works for me.
Time renders a person to disappear from one's memory,
And time changes too many things...
But...
What can I even say to change it?

People change,
Memory get replaced,
But does everything else will be forgotten?



Suddenly, I found a sense of helplessness... eventhough I know there is always someone might need me, I can no longer stand up the way it was...

Yours Truly; Lorenzo
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Saturday, August 23, 2008 @ 3:08 PM

I passed out.

But I doubt I'll be an instructor now tho...

I'm probably going into SRB,

Or rather Special Rescue Battalion.

But it's alright I guess...

Just that... I can't stand people around me.

They kept complaining bout getting into SRB...

They just keep mumbling bout that...

Made me so annoyed.





Anyway, back on track.
Samantha's grandpa passed away.
It made an impact on my thoughts:
Life, are so fragile.
One thing, one incident,
And it could cost your life,
Making you regret, on the verge of death,
Making people around you tears for you...
I can't say much bout death,
Since it's just nature's course.
But still...
It's just hard to accept death.

Perhaps our life is meant to embrace ourselves,
Embrace our dreams,
And love people around us.


Sometimes when I read other blogs...
I'm just envious bout their carefree life,
Cos I can't do anything in that way...
Perhaps I'm meant to take this different course,
A different way from others,
And perhaps, a different life as well.

At times, we tends to be disracted from our original course, our original goals, targets... but in the end, we still end up with the same ending, but with more regrets, and less happiness.


Yours Truly; Lorenzo
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SOULESS
get your codes from: 1 2 3
Saturday, August 09, 2008 @ 3:51 PM

National day again.
It'd been 1 whole year since then.
It's glad that she still remembers people from FHSS...
But somehow, I know something is still remains intact.
Somehow, someone will still stay right at that very place,
Waiting the same person.

I don't know what exactly I'm expressing now...
But it seems I'm just getting hooked up with the past.
Although it'd always been that way...
Perhaps it's just me, who refuse to change.
It's just me, getting left behind by people around me,
And eventually became forgotten.

I wanted to ask:
Is all I did in the past had became shredded in your memories?
Do I ever have a place in your heart?


I no longer hope for anything, because it has already been shattered so many times...

Yours Truly; Lorenzo
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