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Name: John
Birthday: 9/10/1986
Gender: Male


Interests: moments, friends, perseverance, trust, conversations, fierce determination, music, traveling, humanness, fitness and sports (football - as in soccer), hope, collectedness, tough love...
Expertise: being calm, stable. some say i'm just emotionless.


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Member Since: 2/13/2006

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Sunday, January 27, 2008

as idealistic as the word "utopia" suggests, every individual should readily embrace the idea. Sir Thomas More believed it and created Raphael, a figure symbolizing balance and perfection. is every human soul entitled to a personal utopia? if so, are we obligated to pursue such a place or a state? perhaps each of us is driven by an intrinsic inspiration to find utopia. and perhaps that's where


-Jan 14, 2008




Monday, September 03, 2007

(suppose) There comes a monumental moment in life.. one for each, one for all. Upon such epiphany, one's perception commands the direction of growth. but it's one's humility that steers the ship..
                                                                                                                            -73, 09-08, 1138, 27-


Tuesday, August 21, 2007

strings.
if you believe a fortune cookie or a jones cream soda bottle cap carries a message especially for you, perhaps nostalgia strikes you ever so gracefully just the way it hits me. it reads a message that sends chills down my spine. running my eyes through, each letter speaks loudly and clearly to find my footing in a place it was occupied. may be it's there. nope, it's gone. each search for my feet is a moment that no shutterspeed can freeze. but somebody once said a set of eyes masterfully captures every bit.
strings.


Thursday, June 21, 2007

one year

last year on this day, I visited the orphanage of Geyro and the Blindtown in Jos...


Monday, May 21, 2007

from somewhere entirely unexpected (yet close), i found words that so casually (almost brutally) described my place:
3. 10. end. 25. dec.                             



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