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Life is made up of a million of moments,
but we live only one of these moments at a time
As we begin to change this moment,
we begin to change our lives
Monday, September 21, 2009 3:23 AM

I finally finished my book --Vanishing Acts! :-D (And it's 8days late fr return. Damn.)
Here are some interesting quotes that came upon and felt, hmm.. Yes.

Memories aren't stored in the heart or the head or even the soul,
if you ask me, but in the spaces between any given two people.

Memories are like a still life painted by ten different student artists:
Some will be blue-based; others red; some will be as stark as Picasso and others as rich as Rembrandt; some will be foreshortenened and others distant. Recollections are in the eye of the beholder; no one held up side by side will ever quite match.

As i read, absorbing everything that Andrew had said, i ponder what it's like fr my dad and I. Instead of stepping each other's foot like that, i wonder if there'll ever be an episode where we both take a step back and look into each other's faces and features in detail. How time took his youth away, how much i've grown under the care of his and how we both wasted too much precious moments on bickering and lifting our ego. Till now, it's still the same?

Sometimes there aren't words, because the truth can be more difficult than lies.

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