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Zanpaktao Wednesday, August 12, 2009 |

A Zanpakutou shape and abilities are based on their Shinagami's soul. Once a Shinami learns his sword's name, they are able to communicate with one another and grow stronger together. They are born with their Shinagami and they die with the Shinigami. They are Zanpakutou.

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A black overcoat
A samurai sword
A wrist watch
Shades

Decisions |

There are so many opinions here. None objective. None without ego. None to help out others. I will have to try it by myself I guess. I shall apply for these London firms for internships only. I don't want to live my life in a place I have no idea about. Plus I dont want to be a trainee. I am not comfortable with that. I will tell them this is what i want to do. If they want me. they will take me. This was never my plan of action. Maybe I need to reconsider my plans. Maybe not

But sometimes I wonder that if I know that I dont have to do law all my life, then why should not I go see the world for two years , do some work and get paid very good for it. Thats why maybe I should have applied.

But then why do I wanna do an LLM. I am kinda of confused. I am kind of scared to be confused.

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Lost Sunday, August 9, 2009 |

I am lost. I have lost.

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Happy 21 Thursday, August 6, 2009 |

I turned 21 today. Everyone I possibly did wish me. There were people around me. They celebrated my birthday. One good thing was that not many random people turned. I missed my family. I have not seen my family for the last 4 years on my birthday. It is not easy. What did I do when I turned 21? I sat in the library for almost the entire day. Went to Surya with Sanjit, Surya and Lalu for dinner. I could not drink. I spent a sum total of 2 hours there. I wanted to give myself a birthday gift of sleeping. That did not happen.

I woke up the next morning with a heavy heart. I woke up cursing myself. I never wanted to turn 21. I ran to class and missed my attendance. Walked off from the class in pissed off state. I went to class for next hour but after that I refused to go to that wretched place.

The 'old' me. I have killed him.

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Monday, August 3, 2009 |

Fidgety
Scared
Shaking
Hallucinations


Why am I writing so much? And I am writing nonsense... on and and on...5 posts in one day..Fuck

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Walking |

A pale shadow of the past
Is all that is left
A hundred mistakes
and a long life of regret

It is not possible to weep anymore inside
But it is not his place to do it outside
Today is not his time
A million seconds to while

When will I see him again
Dancing in the rain
Laughing like a clown
On a merry go round
Singing in the shower
Till the milk turned sour
To be hugged by my mother
Knowing that somebody loves me forever

I want to go back my way
I know it will take the pain away
The destination is faraway
Will you please hold me tight so that I don't sway?

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