When you don't have to listen to lyrics, the songs are quite the same. They're the same songs that talk about love, lost love and loving every thing else. It's simple as that.
As we dined and talked about whatever came to mind, we were eventually hypnotized by the belly dancer. How they can move with such precision and energy is beyond me. She shook every part of her body effortlessly and with a smile on her face for what seems to be almost an hour. Even I was tired without having to move an inch in my seat.
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There's a certain moment in time that I love. The time wherein everything is suspended and I can't help but smile. It's hard to explain but words won't do justice to the feeling anyway.
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I just found out that J loves to watch the History Channel. He gushed over the attack at Normandy while I remembered bits and pieces of it during History class in highschool. *shudder* After one bloody recollection of the factual events, we then watched the same bloody beginning of Saving Private Ryan.
War is something that I hate to think about. The lives lost and how history just repeats itself - over and over and over again.
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I hate writing when I have to do it using crappy pens. The type of pens that is more than 0.7, iffy inks and flimsy grip. Today, I went to Staples and bought myself 12 black pens, 3 red pens and one eraser.
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