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Others may think that they  can see the true you, but you might be turning on the charm in order to  hide something you don't want to talk about. Trust your intuition now;  don't divulge your feelings until you're more comfortable with what you  have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972962-5421639542503196252?l=wx909.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The breeze calms my breathing, as I start to realize I stand a top a high rising mount. I can look down at a village I do not recognize. But a vague feeling of knowing it is a place special to someone I may know creeps in. I feel lucid, a velvet comfort, I realize the place I have visited is not real. In the back I can hear Tibetan chants slowly spreading a wide sense togetherness. I suddenly become ill on my one true weakness. It sounds so obvious here in this place where I metaphysically stand. It is so easy to pinpoint that which holds me down. But up there in the surface, It is so hard to maintain concentration. That small doubt of a problem which always takes me further into an abyss of sorrow. A self-driven no-sense place of masochist desire for an untamed mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am no longer standing. I hear drumbeat. I lay down, face up, in the middle of a forest. I have my eyes closed, but I can feel it is rich in green. The feeling of the comfortable soil beneath me and the plants growing at my sides. It is as if time has stopped for me. Yet, everything around me moves much faster. As though I have become a constant in this vast unwithering realm.&amp;nbsp; But it is now time to let go. Time to surface. So here I go. Going back up,. Then off to sleep,.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just to close my eyes and fade away,. It's a great feeling to escape,. Wish we could do that so bad,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you get better sweets,. (My babygirl is sick),.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video is a mashup from the movie It's all Gone Pete Tong, great marriage with this song, seeing as though the song is featured in the movie,. great flick,. So enjoy,. Headphones recommended,. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eyes Wide Open, I'm dreamin',. +.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nhv76ZwV8P0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come and catch me baby, I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;Come catch me, babe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and save me, baby.&lt;br /&gt;I'm callin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and be with me, babe.&lt;br /&gt;Come as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come catch a fire, babe.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me fade away.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come catch a feelin'.&lt;br /&gt;It's electrifyin' me.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes wide open.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreamin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free fallin' baby.&lt;br /&gt;Awake before I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;Free fallin' baby.&lt;br /&gt;Awake before I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;Awake before I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;Awake before I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;Awake before I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;Awake before I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and touch me baby.&lt;br /&gt;I need to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;And come hold me babe.&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And come catch a fire.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me fade away.&lt;br /&gt;Come catch a fire, babe.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me fade away.&lt;br /&gt;Come catch a feelin'.&lt;br /&gt;It's electrifyin' me.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes wide open.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreamin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free fallin' baby.&lt;br /&gt;Awake before I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;Free fallin' baby.&lt;br /&gt;Awake before I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and touch me, baby.&lt;br /&gt;I need to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;And come hold me babe.&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and touch me, baby.&lt;br /&gt;I need to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;And come hold me, babe.&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972962-7755568870484487608?l=wx909.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;to contemplate the discrete moments we share
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;luv u sweets,.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything you've done,. you drive me to do more,. you've stood beside me through the good the bad and the ugly,. I can't describe how special you are to me,. I know I got my faults,. (you know that all too well),. But I do thank you for seeing past all that and being there for me,. Love you for who you are, and I find myself spending my time thinking about you, all the time,. To me, because of the rocking girl that you are, loving you comes naturally. We have good memories and so much more to come,.
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&lt;br /&gt;+
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&lt;br /&gt;+
&lt;br /&gt;+
&lt;br /&gt;+
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Now,
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I do not claim to understand much of what life gives you. I can attest though that more often than not, bitter~sweet is the taste of what we go through in our daily grind.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Wait,. This may be an all-too-late good-bye to the old,. and let's see what the new calendar brings,. Type-post,.
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&lt;br /&gt;But here I am,. half past January bleeding out words of regret of not saying anything at all,. (My sweets is on the other side of the phone line,. sleeping,. hopefully resting that complex mind of hers,.) I myself in need to type,. even if it's not much of anything or a lot of nothing. The main point of me bringing up this&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; je ne sais quoi&lt;/span&gt;,. a fragment of whateverness if you will,. (god,.(that's another topic),. have I not overcome my mind's block throughout all these years?)
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;focus,.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;.&lt;. breath .&gt;.&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;.&lt;. follow the breath .&gt;.&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;ok&gt;ok,.&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;What I wanted to say is,. Last year is gone, it had laughter and tears,. things were concluded and gaps were left,. I say let this year come as it may,. with it's tasks &amp;amp; distractions, celebrations &amp;amp; wounds,. What matters is live the days towards a better way,. love more,. feel more,. understand more,. 2011 is the year of the rabbit,. I say, Grab this rabbit year by the ears and make it your bitch,. Let the obstacles come and let's handle them,.
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I haven't figured out yet what I want to do exactly, but definetly its a thought that keeps revolving in my head. Would be nice to do a couple of them. And see what happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That reminds me, just as last year I was able to purchase the camera (Canon 450D (Xsi)). I gotta say the camera has been a great, it was definetly what I expected and more. Except one thing, that the Kit Lens is a nightmare with dim light. Blurry unfocused pictures even with the highest ISOs,. It was expected. Sou hopefully that'll change soon. Its been really good for our short trip &amp;amp; at home with my Baby Girl &amp;amp; the unfocusable Rodri (he doesnt stay put),. But I can see how this hobby turns into a profession for most. The creative value is great. Goot thing my sweets like photography too, but we havent been able to get to do more creative portraits, I say it would be due to that Kit Lens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to another topic,. I hate this anxiety thing. I love how sometimes it takes a backseat in my life. That's good an all. To forget about it and you live a few moments in life as though you kinda feel like you were normal. But sometimes it comes back with a vengance. Yesterday I came back home after spending sometime with my girl (as she did the paper we need to turn in on friday (which btw kinda felt useless there, not doing anything myself) I played with rodri on my girls phone ( apparently for him to play on her phone means I gotta strictly play sometimes too). I digressed with one too many paranthesis,. Anyways,. yesterday I had one of those moments were you're just one hairpin away from total uncontrol collapse crapified feeling of "leave me alone",. mixed with gotdamn it feels good to excercise and move around and sweat,. It is that moment, when you stop just as you got to the very last part of excercising. And your heart is beating like crazy. That moment when its at I'm pumping beacuse of excercise and right next to,. Damn this is how it has felt when I had my worst anxiety attacks. Such a sweet &amp;amp; sour feeling,. u.u,. damn I dunno why I'm so fixiated with this anxiety so much,. Even I'm tired of listening to my head talk about it., but at the same time., feels good to let it out,. anyways,. back to dispatching parts for my fellow customers,. hoping my mind helps me find out how I'm gonna get out the current routine,.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if the Mail2Blogger doesn't post this,. 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As there are far too many genres to go over in such a rainy Sunday morning, I stuck to, Ambient, Chillout, Trip-Hop, culminating in a thought about Trance &amp;amp; Progressive. And basically I cannot say much about tracks produced from 2009-2010, there are a few which you could catalog as Club Anthems there are really great tracks such as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man on the Run &lt;/span&gt;with&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dash Berlin, Cerf Mitiska &amp;amp; Jaren&lt;/span&gt;. But so far my heart holds true to 2008's epic list of great tracks. As 2008 by far had an arsenal of hymns as no other year I can think off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 17th, 2008 (my brother's 24th birthday) Armin van Buuren released Imagine, his third studio album. Which alone would bring great classic hymns. To name a few in sakes of me enjoying releasing my thoughts. I'm talking about such masterpieces as the collaboration with&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; DJ Shah &amp;amp; Chris Jones &lt;/span&gt;in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Going Wrong&lt;/span&gt; becoming the first single of the album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Audrey Gallagher&lt;/span&gt; in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hold on to Me&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sharon&lt;/span&gt; in the massive second single&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In And Out of Love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; JAREN!&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unforgivable&lt;/span&gt; as the third (my favorite) single,. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cathy Burton&lt;/span&gt; in the absorbing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rain&lt;/span&gt;, a great track which climaxed exquisitely @ minute 4:20,. And cannot forget &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never Say Never&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jacqueline Govaert&lt;/span&gt;, which I list last ironically cause it was the last song that I came to enjoy (dunno, I would always skip it, until that one day,. haha) and also it was the fifth and last single of that album,. wait,. no,. the last I really list is the fourth single which was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fine Without You&lt;/span&gt; in collaboration with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jennifer Rene&lt;/span&gt;,. but I always skip that song (I'm not compatible with the first 15 seconds, Even though it becomes a great song after @ 1:15),.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,. Thats just Armin Van Buuren,. I haven't even spoken about the grand Above &amp;amp; Beyond followed by themselves as Oceanlab,. Markus Schulz &amp;amp; Dauby with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perfect&lt;/span&gt;! Dash Berlin with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Till The Sky Falls Down&lt;/span&gt;! Super8 &amp;amp; Tab with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helsinki Scorching&lt;/span&gt;! another great song that blows my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the cream of the crop and just monumental song I heard every single day for months on end @ 5am as I got my things ready for work. A song that I could say accompanied me in my time of focus,. (which is a kinda bitter &amp;amp; melancholic thought, as lately my morning rutine,. my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daybreak ritual&lt;/span&gt; is null,. aka a wreck,. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beauty Hides In The Deep (The Blizzard Remix)&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Doppler Effect&lt;/span&gt;. Such a hypnotizing track, the play on the vocals is just astonishing to say the least, in my mind it only comes close to ear candy,. an audible sugar high,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that was just to name a few (as Maxi Jazz would say) :)&lt;blockquote&gt;"with such vigor and zest"&lt;/blockquote&gt;And for the moment listening to another great track, as I finish this, what almost just became a very late Review of Armin van Buuren's - Imagine. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaskade&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angel on my Shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wow, also  from 2008,. who knew? :p)&lt;br /&gt;Who's name is Ryan Raddon&lt;br /&gt;and should be 37-38 years old, making great tracks,.&lt;br /&gt;Which just comes to show &lt;s&gt;you&lt;/s&gt; (me), there still time,.  hah,.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is! (if there was any after all this mayhem) is that even though that was a great, wait, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREAT &lt;/span&gt;year to Trance (as a verb and Genre),. And I hope to keep those songs playing even when my hair is gray or most likely gone. You gotta also give a chance to what comes ahead. Lets see how Armin van Buuren's - Mirage (his 2010 and fourth studio album) completes our lives for whats left of 2010,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real point is music makes our lives just a tad more enjoyable/comfortable in such a wide and dynamic range, a vast &amp;amp; universal spectrum of emotions get embraced with tempo as the guide. Sometimes,. even though silence &amp;amp; nature's sounds are great,. sometimes,. it's not enough,.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972962-7996282627631854113?l=wx909.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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