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I sit under a white pine Amidst the pink sakura bloom  And watch them sway and  Dance, to the stunning red sky When a magical lingering aroma  Has me senses captive Of hot ramen and spicy gyoka; Like living a serene visual jutsu  My soul finds its craving and My heart is in Japan

2012 Even as an 8th grader, I rarely possesed that ability to assess my strengths and weaknesses, and come to a decision as to how I could fit into society. Seeing my friends dance, I tried to sway to the rhythm... but eventually decided to leave that piece of cake untouched. I sang all the songs(after hours of listening and learning) which were hot back then, and yet couldn't sound half as melodious as the singers around me. Came into rapping as well, somewhere along the way. I recall all my friends listening to Eminem songs and spitting and cursing some sick rhymes. Half of me did want to be that cool, but the other half just wanted to run. Then began the reading phase when my friends kept walking around with a novel on them and kept reading in between class hours. Like always, I spearheaded into it and began my first venture with a heavy dose of Darren Shan. The Saga was a long one, and gripping would be an understatement. I was addicted to something for the first time, and it...

Gliding arms of modern clocks Passing by, as man marches on. Reaching out in a desperate thirst, that Jewels and power can quench alone. Like a deep fault, they had burrowed into Her Slashing their ways through vines and trees. Feeding on witnesses, and camping nearby And, shamelessly, called it Home. Like a cancer, the thirst grew to lust Until it had to be fought and conquered for; Chasing the crown over a burning Earth Ashes rose, a remembrance of the cost. She had been asleep for far too long,  Until the tremors awoke her from dormancy. The prophesized time has come She decided, and opened her celestic eyes. The gliding arms of clocks now stopped Even Chronos stepped aside in fright! The Earth split in two and from within rose Mother Gaea from slumber, in all her might. Massive mountains rumbled at the touch of Her Arms, and rivers and streams flowed Across her divine breasts. Her hair was gold And silver, and gli...