Greatest Gift.

To whom it may concern,

Birthday comes yearly for everyone.
But finding someone who will share a lifetime..
That's something else.

Redefine your path.

To whom it may concern,

Redefining your thoughts must have been very hard for everyone. Knowingly mastering the art of self meditation and self realization requires greater task in attain our own perspective goal in life.

How can you foresee your own fate when you yourself do not do anything about moving your life ahead?

There is no other way but to push forward. Looking back means remembering the past. And remembering the past may lead you nowhere.

Every now and then, we stop and pause as we look at the scenery, we tend to find ourselves in a crossroad. never knowing what path we might take.

It's all about the gut-feeling and instinct as we push forward. And Remember we can always backtrail our path in order to start all over again.

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A Solution for Resolution

To whom it may concern,

It is indeed the fall of the decade as the new year strides to its youth. Every now and then, people tends to promise and cope up with their new year's resolution, saying things that they would not even commit, falling into the wrong idea of hope and optimism. Having irregardless fantasy of the future as it holds us back into our own seat.

People are not fond of change in general.

I send this letter to you just in case you have forgotten that your new year's resolution last year was never intended to last.. until you've got yourself into a new new year's resolution that is bound to make a cycle once again.

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A Nomad's Journey

To whom it may concern,


Rested upon the earth that once filled the chalice of life, Khalid, a peasant boy cried himself to sleep.
As he lays to his slumber, his adventure begins, on the land of the Dreaming:

All dressed up, wrapped in a silk-like fabric Khalid marched on the isle going to his throne.
There he is well served and waited, slaves rushed to aid in his assistance, generals stood respectfully by his right side. And on his left side, an adviser stood valiantly.

Khalid ordered his general to assemble his troops for they will do a quick ocular on a place where he was formidably brought up. Where all the slum of the earth lived and greatly survived.
An ocular to determine whether to wipe out the place or simply live it to rot in it's own hellish matter.

SO it began, the race to find the truth and give justice o his existence.
Questions roam over Khalid's head wondering whether he will leave the place be or destroy the place where he was born.

A mist formed throughout the ground of his empire. As if a sign was brought down upon him by the gods.
He stood up upon his throne, screaming for a better sign. A sign that would signify his existence.
A sign that would act as a key to the Destruction of the place he ever loved.

Then something unique happened. He looked upon the floor and saw the mist cleared on object that somehow manifested as a ring, a chained-type ring. Khalid took it. It reminded him of home. A home that even the foul and the obscene would call home. A home that will definitely be a place for a wondering nomad. A home that would surely possess the strength of family. A home that assembles the purity of the soul. A place called home.

Then it snapped.
As if nothing happened he wakes up.
Breathing heavily.
Khalid then figured out that it was all just a sick joke from the Dreamking.


He can never find a home to call his own.
In his mind he surely knows one thing,
''I am my own home..'', Khalid sadly thought, '' I am my own home..''


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Drunkard and Knives

To whom it may concern,


Then again we commit to the memory of the past.
Evey detail every aspect turned surreal as if dreaming tends to co-exist with reality.
Destined to end in a glorious finish, we stop to see the scenery.
However the path may be clouded and misty, we need to sacrifice ourselves.

The infidelity of vices and grandeur resides in all of us.
Its only a matter of time when the grim appears and visits us in our sleep.
It is not a matter of choice my friend, it is a matter of destiny.
Act now, before a stab-like wound so deep continuous to bleed that it may never heal again.
After all the fountain of youth is nowhere to be found.
Might as well live our lives to a greener field the horizon.

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A Reminder

To whom it may concern,

Let every detail set to its finest.
Preparation of the body is much needed in attaining your proper composure.
The assault of the mind directs to the diversity of the soul.
We commit to the Higher Being as time passes by.
Redefining the inner concept of life on why and how and what is the purpose of our reason being here .
We are of course emperors of our own lives that commands our own battalion that divides our own troops that assembles our own pawn to redeem what is rightfully ours.
Remember that a titan was once defeated by the gods.
Let this be a reminder that we have limitations as well.
After all, we are not bulletproof.


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Barbershop Mayhem

To whom it may concern,

This is a story of a man named Scott. An ordinary man with an ordinary life.
Whose routine cycles in an ordinary phase. But his life suddenly changed when he entered the barbershop.

The doorbell rang upon entering, a good sign for a possible costumer or just another vendor to loiter
and pig out in front of the telly. But this time it was Scott.He sat down on the seat.

A barber came along and sez,''what it'll be mate?'',

''hmmm, make me look like tom cruise for a change will you.'' Scott answered.

''But sir, i believe that will be impossible coz you're black, tom cruise is white.'' replied the barber jokingly.

''Godammit Man, just give me a haircut that will fit my personality! You're starting to annoy me! you're just a barber anyway!'', Scott angrily fired back.

''Very well sir, one last thing sir, can i use this scissor whom my great grand daddy gave me when i was a kid, he sez that it's a magical scissor.'' the barber sly-fully suggested.

''Just get on with it you madman! I'm on a tight schedule and give me a massage while you're at it!'' Scott impatiently replied.

The barber began cutting Scott's hair and on the process Scott doze off. An hour passed.

''Sir, it done'', ''Right, here! keep the change''

Scott left the barbershop hurriedly without even looking at the mirror.
 Walking down the street he suddenly felt a massive headache that he stood still and yell for his agonizing pain. people started to look at him and stared in awe. He stood up and ran back to the barbershop!

''What have you done to me?''

''That is what you want, right sir. then you got it.''

''I looked exactly like tome cruise but how come people screams when they see me and run away from me and cries for help?''

''People really sees what inside of you, an abomination, disfigured face with a black heart, you see yourself by who ever you want it to be but deep inside you cannot really hide your true form.''

''Take it back please I'll be good. please...'' Scott cries in fear.

''I am just a Barber sir, and your word is much powerful than my scissors...''