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My interpersonal encounters for 2010.This post is less prim and proper as Iwould have it so. Join me as I recountthe good encounters as well as the badones. Reader discretion is advised asI'll illustrate these lovely accounts willutmost accuracy and honesty.I've been working really hard at buildinga strong rapport with Penny's family,making up for my terrible mistakes.And I'm really glad things

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Hello again. It's been a while, I know.And this isn't going to be a happy post.I'm feeling rather empty this Lunar New Year.Most of my relatives have made use of thistime of the year to fly off and relax. Whilemany of us still grapple with the visitings.Don't get me wrong, I do feel that it's niceto meet up with your relatives once a year.Not when you're the only silly head whothinks so. Maybe

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Happy 2 and a half years anniversary, Baby!

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I've been busy lately. Feeling terrible for themore often than not medical appointmentsand other disappearing acts. But I've gotlittle choice. It happens when my time iscoming to an end. Haha and I believe I'vebeen a far better upper study than NicholasLum. At least I didn't just leave you guys todie. He did. Tim and I aren't going to dothat. Count yourselves lucky okay! But Nicwas just lucky to

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There's one person who has beenby my side to keep me sanethroughout my service. Thisperson whom I love so truly anddeeply. Whom I want to spendthe rest of my life with.Someone who had always supportedme throughout. She is none otherthan my big baby, Penny!I love you baby.More than words can ever say.

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Hello. This is going to be my ORD post.Those who can't tolerate the fact thatI'm going to the reserve while you'restill serving, please refrain fromreading. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!Okay, back to my post.I must say that throughout my NSlife so far, it has been ratherbreezy and I have grown from it.Learnt quite a lot from it and Icannot say it's totally a waste oftime. And I must thank my goodfortune for

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I realised that now that facebook has becomeso popular, I shouldn't be having friendsteras one of links! Even more so for the 'obsdays' since it has more or less died with old age.As for highfive, I need to find a link tobring me back. Like the trail of thoughtDumbledore has in his Pensieve, I needsomething to zap me back into it again.It is not the only thing I've lost, too.Friends slowly

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How weird. Blogger's html gotten so fuzzy,the moment I decided to write a post.After a long, long time. 20. Is my number.It's a number which indicates a crossroad,that I couldn't spend another decade movingalong, skip and slip and worm my way through.Think it's not going to work any longer.There are many people in life whom I care alot about. Friends or family, I'm ready togive it all. I'll not

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By the way, I'm officially an SPCA volunteer!YAY!

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Lately, I kinda realised that I don'treally have many friends. Not as many as Ithink I do. It's been a gruelling task toask people out for a game or two. Thingslike that. Some people tell me that itdoesn't matter if you have many friends ornot. You just need a few good friends. Yet,I beg to differ since these good friendsare lost so easily - everything in life isvulnerable, not just life itself.

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I met up with Anna today andI finally feel the surge ofdetermination to earn my first10 grand! Now that circumstanceshave put into motion my ageingambition, all that pessimismshould be transformed into thewonder of endless drive! I needan exciting life again. It'sbeen a while. And even longerwith the 2-year sacrifice. Myaim is to earn my first 30 grandbefore August 2010! It's timeto prove my

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Sigh. The late nights have popped a lotmore pimples and dark eye circles onmy face. No more late nights after tonightman. Especially I don't have the privilegeto sleep in the next day. And the bestpart is, I'll be waking up in about lessthan 4 hours' time!

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I really want to take this chance towrite about my wonderful birthday.Though I actually spent most of thetime in Tekong. Baby, I really enjoyedthe surprise you had for me. I really,really appreciate the immense effortsyou've put in behind the scenes.I love the cake, really. And you tookthe trouble to journey under the scorchingSun, with your arms sore and bruised,carring so many lovely things.

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To my beloved Piggy (2002 - 2009):Dear Piggy, I know you're out there somewhere, in search of a new life.i wish you all the best that may youfind a life so good, better than theone we gave you. Piggy, I love you.You were always full of smiles in youradorable grunts, making everyonehappy. This is what you were born to do.You were never slow to cheer us up,greet us when we come home, teaseus with

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Hello world. I'm feeling just a tinsy littlebit emotional. And you guessed it. I'mleaving Freedom for a while, far awayfrom my loved ones and friends.Right now it's a queer feeling that can't bedefined exactly by mere words. It's theexcitement school kids have for thevery first day at school. Yet, like a littlekid, I just don't wish to say goodbye tomommy. I'm crying my eyes out, wishingthat this

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I will sleep earlier tonight. Promised.I'm going back to Tekong in less than2 weeks! I think. I'm dreading it sobadly. I just don't want to go throughall that shit again. Noooooooooo...Beloved Haikel's celebrating his21st birthday this Thursday!Happy birthday Dad! Hope yan willmarry you soon and then I'll get freedental every year! Woohoo!Birthdays are wonderful. Especiallywhen you're spending it

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I think I'm to blame for several things.About you going home so late, so often.You must be real tired. Partly the reasonwhy you fall ill so easily. Apart from that,you have hardly time for your work. Tothat, I think I have to be more firm andpersistent when it comes to nagging.I remember, you don't really like that.All my life I've been doing things lastminute, stressed or not, I've alwaysmanaged

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Sorry Baby this post came in pretty late.Our 2 years together was a prettybeautiful day, and I received the bestcheesecake ever! Made with love whichmakes me melt the moment I sink myteeth into every bit and pieces. Sweet!I love the part where we sang so manyduets together! Though my mandarinsucked so bad, and I embarrassedmyself everytime I fumbled, I still lovedhearing your lovely voice with

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I don't blog now because I think ifI do, it'll be so boring that you'd beyawning your eyes out now. I sensea little bit of degeneration as I strayfurther and further away from books,but I have no excuse. Almost every day, I drown in the broken english of my beloved boss as I try to correct him. Honestly, I think he might be a little dyslexic given that he alwayshas problems spelling right. Fine,

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Like the seasons, my life creeps surelytowards the cold. My skin feels warm,but my heart not. My tongue tastes thebland snowflakes and they quicklydisappears. The numbness settles,as I slowly feel oblivious about thewarmth crawling away into the abyss.The blood beneath my skin clotsand hardens, like a dam it builds,as the throbbing sinks and floats.My fingers curl as the remaining warmthescapes

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Well, this post ought to be published onMarch 12 this year but due to my lazynature, it never made it. March 12 wasa day of celebration, and also a dayof farewell to the fine gentlemen andbuddies I made during that seeminglylong 9 weeks. Yet, I never marched withthem on this day, threw my jockey caplike the rest. All I did that day was toprepare goodie bags for all of them.Platoon 4 was made up

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War is always the worst choice chosen.

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I find it really difficult to find a namefor the protagonist of my short story.So he'll be nameless with this title,'Masculinity in War'.Man adores war. The moment hedons the cloth of his surrounding,he is a warrior. A warcry bellows,and he dances along with thedrums of the Howitzers, sprintingthrough the narrow space betweenlife and death. Rounds riddlethrough the air, echoing the swirlswere the

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Life has been pretty good lately.Really enjoy myself a lot more now.Plus the fact that I feel a lot betterthan the past. Hope everything willstay this way. Just now Penny washaving issues about my faithfulnessand all that. Didn't feel really happy.It's just hard to convince her that I'mtrue. That she has to realise that alot of things that I've done and aredoing, are meant for her. Not thatI do

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I miss the happier posts, really.So I shall never post unhappy stuffanymore! I've never talked muchabout life in the SAF, mainlybecause there are eyeseverywhere and all. I'm sure youknow what I'm talking about. ButI've nothing for them to catch mefor, they'll probably even quote mesomewhere. Haha. I like my job.Especially when there's someonelike Tim. Tim's a great guy. Don'tthink he'll ever get

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I sense a surging joy within, somethingI haven't felt for a long, long time. Thefeeling like this bestowed upon memelts me. I've felt cold for far too long.And boy am I glad I'm human onceagain. I feel tremendously ashamedof myself for hurting so many people,foolishly thinking that no one wouldever read poor old Bryant's blog. I wasso wrong. Especially for writing nasty,devilish words that

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Dear love.My soul, my body, my mind, myevery part yearns for you. Youare a goddess who lightens thevery soul encased in me. Youare the warmth I yearn for whenI'm cold and all alone. You makeme feel home with your everytouch. You make me think anddream of you whole day long.I think I'm in love with you. Sodeeply. So madly in love. I'llnever get sick of you in my mind,i'll never get sick telling

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I'm getting closer and closer to you.So close that I only want to be seenby you. So much that I want to beone with you. That is why only youcan see my thoughts and feelings.That is why I only want to be heardby you. You have the winds, thewaves, the earthshakes over me.Your single word can send meflying amidst the clouds and thestars, leave me melting in thewarmth. I want you to be the

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You may say it's just the late hoursyndrome. I just can't shake off thatfeeling that I have no place in yourvirtual world. That I'm increasinglylosing importance, even in thisaspect of your life. Your blog is aplace where you talk aboutanything. From the mundane stuffeveryday, to issues that are soimportant to you. Yet I'm hardlyever discussed about, or mentioned.Maybe I'm just being too

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Language is my tool to hurt, to mellowand decide for myself, what is it like toreconcile my heart and mind. I'm thekind of person you'll come to loathe,come to pass this judgement upon methat I'm male chauvinistic,narrow-minded and not entirelyembracing the contemporary dreamsof our world. I succumb to myhallucination, wild imagination,forgetting all virtues of trust and love.Because I fear

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Stowed away in one corner, lies me.No longer the axis.No longer a sign of living.

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I'm asian. And I think like one.I feel so much like crying. Notbecause I'm asian, but becausethere are so many things Iwant to change about the pastand I can't. I feel helpless. I feelthat I'm filled with so much remorseand regret that it pains me. Justhaving wild thoughts running looseon me could kill. And I have no ideawhen I could be truly free from thismisery of mine. I feel angry withmyself,

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Looking at the people around, I can'thelp but to feel a sense of profoundregret for the things that I have notdone and for the times I did not putin my best. And it's all too late to lookback. It's all too late to feel that I couldhave achieved what they did. And Ifeel less like a man day after day.I should have known.

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I miss my freedom.

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Dear love,I think about you. And I find myself smiling.Then people start looking at me. They smiletoo. Baby, you see, you're like a little pieceof domino at the very beginning of my life.Everything just falls in place. How the wholeworld smile after us, seemingly celebrate ourunion. Our union in this life and many livesafter. Touching others' lives and creatingvalue is what we were taught right

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There are some people in my lifeI'd thought were worth it. Worthmy time, effort and love. Kept inmy prayers, constantly thought of -my wishful thinking. Now, they'vegone on with their lives, thoughtlittle of how I've left my littlefootprints in their lives. But they'veleft theirs deeply in mine. So deep,no waves could ebb and flow tomake it go, no wind could blow tomake it go. It seems like I've

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I've been zombie-like lately, haven't beenable to get my unsettled bum down to dosome writing. Life now has been morethan just surreal, Boonhan. For me, I oftenfind myself lacking in purpose. And aconstant search inside has often led meto a labyrinth I can't get out of. Frustratingas it sounds. The people I can rely on arehardly anywhere near me. Estranged.Detached. Solitude. Anything troubling

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Life. The moment our buttocks areslapped and left crying in the newbreeze wrapped in cold, weexperience and feel, build relations,friendships, make ourselves feelcomfortable. This Bintan tripbroadened a little bit on the horizon,once again reminded me that we'reall different, enjoy different things,and that as much as our paths cross,as much as we'd once enjoy oneanother's company, we slash

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This post is for Boonhan, Wenhan, or Ali.In the event that we've come across eachother's lives in a rough, and occasionalfashion, I'd like you to know that for somepeculiar reason, I do care ever so deeplyfor a friend like you. Though it may onlybe a possession of mine, this dignifiedsense of concern is of various aspects -not purely the fact that I do wish that you'lllet go, and come back. The

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Would I be able to turn my head, shoulda swirling bullet graze my cheek?Would I still shake a leg, should ashrapnel dig its way through my calf?War, war, wars. The horrors have onlybeen seen on television, hardlyexperienced. The pain, the sacrifice,the dead, are forgotten and eroded bythe ebbing and flowing changes in ourworld. Gradually, the thought aboutlosing a limb, shedding gallons of blood,

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Bulldozed. Razed. Exhumed.Buried again.

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Let's give Pax Humanica a try.

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I think I'm too kind. I know what you arethinking. I can't be too kind to know that Iam, can I? I give a damn about how youfeel, even if I hardly know you. While I'mcareful with the words I dispense, on thereceiving end, I'm constantly under attackby insensible words, seeminglyinconsequential loud thoughts and notforgetting, your every action. So why,why do I still give a damned damn whenall

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Social Etiquette - Is it really okay?Is it really okay to blast music frommobile phones in public? Is it reallyokay to stare at someone while heis eating? Is it really okay to ignorethese perpetuators? A greaterquestion pops up in our minds -why do they do it? Let's examinewhat goes on in the minds of thesepeople and find out if we're trulybeing too sensitive or too toleranton our part. The likes

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Truth is a dog, that must be whipped.Whip me such honest knaves! Andso the Fool speaks. It is a commonsong for every college to sing - theideals of quality education. Yet thisquality is thwarted by not myopiaalone, but by what wise fools lack.The headmaster has his nose as hisleash, led by some of the greenest.Cuckolded by their foolishness, theythrive beneath the wings of the bigones who love to

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Little Bryant, you don't need this.I deserve them more than you do.Little you, what use are you to us?You belong to the gutters, my boy.You. Yeah, you. You are wrong.I am more right than wrong.'I'll leave then.''What separates Life from Death isJust bravery.'

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At birth, the man in white brutally severedYour cords. Now, you girls have cut offWhat's left. Mommy please, shed no tears.And all I could muster was only a few.One's left, the others gone. Cruel.Their hollow bosoms, deserts ofGobi, have not blood - but on their hands.The boys are ignorant of this, and persist.Miserly think of I, lavish in their judgement.Socrates forgive their souls - not I.For

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Hello Mr. Blogger. It's been a while.And only a while more; I'll be onhiatus till the day my examinationsare over. It gives me great pleasureto cease writing non-entertainingposts. I lack also the desire to writemy inner thoughts and muses;internalising them seems a rightfuloption. A timely incidence indeed.A big thank you to all well-wishersand yes, thank you so much, Amanda!I think I do appear

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I love my baby to the core!Four months and more! (:

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I'm rather worried, actually.About hell lot of things. But I'llcontent with one worry at a time.Since I've just came back frommeeting, I shall express my deepestand darkest worry about HighFive.(A rather rare treat, I would say.)A rise and fall exists in everycountry, corporation and much less -a volunteer organisation. However,I certainly hope that by saying thiswould not lead to speculation in

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My decapited head lies estranged at the turn of eighteen.A solitary figure stands at crossroads over a hundred.No jubilation. No peace. Not within me, at least. My eyes strip these men and women to their families, their worth and answers to the many how-questions. What's left for me?A minister at least. No, maybe a thinker?Worldly-wise and knowledgeable.What about my worth, then?Would I worry the

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I feel weary, like a smooth rubber tyre.You're succeeded by fatigue, as you say.But I've made more revolutions, many more.I skid, I slip, and I fall, flat on my plastic nose.So I'm strong.So you believe it.Maybe it's just dreary.I hope it is just dreary.Worn-out knees, decayed teeth, creased hearts.These will be some of my broken parts.And I just keep rolling on, rolling.Till I'm treasured in an

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first times in life are wonderful (:♥duck.

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Angel of Death. You come fromthe past and invade my present.Your breath marks motion whilemy realm slips into stillness.This stasis blackens, fades frommy previous Light. What are you?You hollow my happiness, mockingme with your pout, your frown.Who are you? Oh, and what am I?

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To you, mangled cur.Hecate won't have his gatesopen for a curse like you. Ifit did, its blackness will beconsumed by your presence.He who sits on Hecate's daiswill not let you usurp the gateswithin. With cleft feet, you writhethrough black slime as you likeit. As you dwell in isolation, inoblivion, hoping not for anotherchance to breathe - but a morecomfortable death. Oh, soeasy - but you think

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Thank you Jane and Fiona forwishing me well! No, not theFiona from my class of course.She'll probably be the last personto. But really, thank you so muchJane for giving me support andadvice despite my failure to giveyou good advice. Haha. I sawUncle John just now on the train.Didn't say hi though. Because I'mshy. Haha. I wonder why I didn'tsee Kai-ma. Oh well we'll seethe both of them tomorrow!

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Sometimes when I really needyou, I just don't know where tofind you. And when I do, you'reprobably looking somewhereelse. Sometimes I just wantthat extra attention, that extraconcern. And man that I am, Idon't wish to ask for it. Even ifI do, would I really get it? It'ssilly, isn't it. Yeah perhaps inbeing silly myself, you wouldunderstand me more. Soundsalien to me though. Sigh, howI long for

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I am Nature. You are human.You walk on my soft sand andnot turn back. I wash them awaywith my ebbing waves and youwon't see them again. Again.Again. Again and again. Youforget but I don't. You take whatyou need from me. Plough me.Pillage me. What you will.Victimise me, will you. I like tosee you stranded on yourfloating roofs, starving andsuiciding. Some gales of wind.Then you try to measure me,

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HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY, MOMMY!I love you, Mom. And you, too. (:

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The hearts of men have been tried andtested by Jealousy. I am no different.My sword is hilted upon anger andyou, the conceited men of crime kneelbefore Death. The edges of this bladehunger for your taste; upon this, it liesbleeding from its master. The reasonis simple; I have tampered with mynature and punished for it. The menhave fallen, for they were culpable.Right now, the black moor stands

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I'm a sole closer towards shagginess!Nearly all my shoes are worn outand my feet are calling out to mesaying: 'when are you getting me newclothes!' At least they told me thatimplicitly via my dream last night.Because I dreamt of a new pair ofAsics running shoes! I really need anew pair to run with because I keephaving worn-out shoes as an excusenot to run! Ah well, I saw Seren too -which

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Ah, there is the splinter.Take it out. You told me youwould try to take it out. It liesetched in my beating heart.Perhaps you can't take itout. So we'll leave it. Is thatokay? It will hurt every littlewhile. Is that okay? Do youcare? I clean this splinter'sblood on my own. Withoutyour kind assistance, ofcourse. Where did thespinter come from anyway?You shrug your shoulders.And I probe no

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I look into the past and feel mygaping wound ooze its redsubstance. The rational mindwould tell me, 'just be carefulthe next time'. The crackedeggshell lies open along itsfaults against my stone. I feelweary each time I think abouthow I let things happen. How Iviciously cut the lights - thosehappy ones. They have alwaysbeen around my blinds. Howcould I let others take you away?How could I still

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A big thank-you to all well wishers!Be it the comments on Friendster,nice messages on the mobile,personal handshakes/hugs, I thankyou guys so much. There are fartoo many for me to mention sothank you all! I must aplogise tothose who wanted to spend a littlebit of time with me but I somehowcouldn't sacrifice that little while.It's pretty much the same oldmundane feeling towards birthdays.I tried

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The old numbers evoke the nostalgiawithin the depths of my soul. Howwould you forget, even when yougrow old? Time tries very hard toconvince you that it's running out.Like the slipping grain you canhardly count. But like suffering, it'srelative. Judged successful whenit captivates. The question is, howfar would you go? Not how far canyou go. Your eyes tell me that theysee because of me. Something

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Fake Plastic TreesA green plastic watering can For a fake chinese rubber plantIn the fake plastic earth That she bought from a rubber manIn a town full of rubber plansTo get rid of itselfIt wears her out, it wears her outIt wears her out, it wears her out She lives with a broken man A cracked polystyrene manWho just crumbles and burns He used to do surgery On girls in the eighties But gravity

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To break the monotony of my boringlife, I should write a little more aboutthe interesting details(right). Thevelvet/maroon sky has beenrumbling for the past hour, with streaksof lightning tearing across the ugly sky.It sure reminds me of those chillingmovie scenes when somethingsinister is about to appear or whensomeone's going to die. Anyway, I laughed more than usual today. Over some really

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There are two blokes in particularwhom I show my utmost disdain for.They have absolutely no idea howto treat a girl proper and how tobehave like a new age man soproper. Anyone, I say anyone whohas their brains half removed,would have that sense not to docertain things. But they are lackingfar more than just that. There is areason why an abnormally largegroup of people find them irksome.And they

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A couple of weeks back, theyorchestrated the porch workswhich nearly made us deaf withmigraines. Today, turpentinefilled our lungs, that every coughwas minimized by our fear oflosing that last breath. I'm surethey think we should have morethan just peace and quiet, morethan just oxygen. Perhaps theywanted to see us hyperventilateand die. Anyway! I certainly thinkthat Mr. Yew had undergonesome

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I seem so preoccupied these days.(don't we all?) Amidst the handfulof suspicions, I plough this barrenland over and over. My eyes rollover to the Heavens, teary, hopingthat they would inspire some rain.I need to start working somethingout. Start doing something dynamic.In my infertility, I dream big. But Ishould quit doing so, instead, Ishould start taking baby stepstowards my success. Prevent

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It's really not easy being on this journey.But I will fight on still.Have some faith, Bryant.

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If you were to marry, marry well.If you were to study, good grades please.If you were to work, a good job is a must.If you are successful, riches would tell.If you are a scholar, no one would tease.If you are happy, nothing would turn to dust.They prefer the blue eyes to the black barefoot. They prefer the stashes to good health.'Blue eyes to see the black barefoot better.''The full vaults to buy

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Today is the day I mug till I drop.Drop it like it's hot, drop it like it'shot. It's funny how aware I amabout the things that I don't do.Yet I feel that I'm less than aware,not enough to be in control ofthings. I guess the only thing I'maware of is my love. It's somethingso apparent and undeniable. HowI wish it was the same foreverything else. It's paradoxical.I feel that for the many things

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It's going to be a long, long day.Thursdays are the most horribledays in the week. You cannotbelieve that we've got like fourhours worth of Econs today.I'm supposed to be asleep now,while Shaun's at it. Couldn'texactly get to sleep becausethere are some things weighingon my mind. Things that aren'texactly in my control, as muchas I'm trying to find solutions toit. I guess it's never a femalething

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I will keep trying, keep trying.To be that strong man youknow inside. To be that sourceof strength, that source ofcomfort. I'll be your refuge -if you remember. If you wereto fall, I'll be there to catch you.It seems like an uphill task -and I'm burnt. Your frowns,your tears cut me deep. Sometimes too, I weep. ButI will keep trying, keep trying.Promise me one thing: don'tever give up. I will be

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Kak stormed out of the class today.Sigh I'm really sorry, kak. I wasreally being an insensitive idiotoblivious to my beloved sister'spains. No matter how subtle andtrivial certain things may seem tobe, you are a very special personin my life, kak! I promise to helpset up everything nicely beforeyou step into class. I promise totake down notes for my own goodknowing that my kak's the bestGP tutor

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Hurray! Today's another happy day!Ask Penny why. (:

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There is a reason why I laugh.Why I smile. Why I cry - tears of joy.Do I still need to explain more? (:

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I've always believed that I understoodthe opposite sex better simply becauseI'm surrounded by them. And simplybecause I happen to communicatewell with them. They tell me abouttheir boyfriends and I laugh at howsilly they are as my fellow kind. Laughat how insensitive they can be. AndI advise as if I'm a know-it-all. TheABCs to relationships - I can write abook about it. My sister tells me

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I'm stark naked in coming to you.Nothing to hide. Not ashamed either.In truth, I love you. And I'm probablythe best man to do so. There ishardly ambiguity in this love. Likethe crystal clear lakes, I see thestruggling webbed feet - not theirgrace. Let it go as the flow of water.For in apprehending it, it wouldn'tflow. Many things come in pairs.Don't forget about us.

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I think I just plunged into a manhole.It's dark in here. Cold too.A little lonely. No one else but me.

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The full moon followed me home.I ran, just kept running. Running.Oh why does it follow me?I'm haunted. Haunted! Hauntedby my weakness. Take my bodyto the test! Let it burn in Hell.Burn burn burn! I'm too weak,frail. I'm ashamed. Ashamed.Ashamed. Am I worthy of beingyour strength, your home? Whenweakness haunts my pride, tearsmy broken skin. The full moonfrowns upon me, I'm ashamed.Not more than

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The Way You Look At MeNo one ever saw me like you doAll the things that I could add up toI never knew just what a smile was worthBut your eyes say everything without a single wordCHORUS'Cause there's somethin' in the way you look at meIt's as if my heart knowsyou're the missing pieceYou made me believe that there's nothing in this world I can't beI never know what you seeBut there's somethin' in

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I could smile just by looking at you.I could laugh just by teasing you.I could cry just by missing you.I finally know what's true love. (:

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Despite being a History student,I must say, 'Let's not look backinto the past.' It's painful, I know.And I also know that it's whatnow that matters, for what's donehas already been done. We'vepaid for them and we should justleave it as that. The dead are notto be exhumed. Truth is, youhaven't been fair to yourself. Andif you were to feel the guilt, I wouldfeel death. So let them go, don'thold

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I'm feeling teary now.

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I've been basking in happiness lately.You should know why, Penny. (:Anyhow, here's the lyrics to the songwhich best describes us:Hugh Grant & Haley BennettWay Back Into LoveI've been living with a shadow overhead I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed I've been lonely for so long Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away Just in case I

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It's snowing. Snowflakes fall uponmy cheeks - cold. Shake thisdome once more! It's a worldwhich belongs to you and me.Hush, it's only us. It isn't snowinganymore. It isn't surreal. Theshaking won't work anymore.Let the old men have theirsquabbles. Let the childrenfrolick in their sun. We have thisuniverse for ourselves. Ouruniverse of Love.

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Life. Emotions nibble away myflesh. This form is transient -so am I. Separate entities weare. The soul persists in living,but the flesh is weak anddefenceless against the lashesof Death. Death. Darknesssiphons away my sight. Heavyeyelids bid adieu. Mortalitybreathes down your neck oncein a while. Kisses. Would youkiss me to grant me death?For the immortality in death iswhere eternity lies - not

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There can only be one reason why I smile.And that's you. (:

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My apologies.

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Now my heart's in two.You won't care how, will you.I'm giving my everything, bigor small, just for the only oneI adore. I feel like a sea urchin.Impaled with pricks I bleedfrom. The pain is excruciating.Death will be my painkiller.My love runs like the river.It may flow forever, the wayyou'd like it to. If you thinklittle of it, it will run dry. Andwhen it does, the earth willbleed. The land

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The death between two notesIs music. In the silenceWe stare, lies faulty corneas.The comfort we seekIs in the very joy of death.I lie on a bed of rosesWith blank eyes, waitingFor that music.

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Mother, my NatureIt seems Heaven has forgotten.To take away its mortals, itsatheists. Mother, tell me whythey will take you away someday.Tell me why the love of mothersdoesn't touch Heaven. Tell me whythe compassionate Heavenserves its duties Man hasbestowed upon, and not showmercy, but instead cruelty?Mother, you are my super woman.You have been kind towards me.Be it love, be it duty. Or

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The fake candles flicker in still air.Mannequins feel warmth in their flesh.The cemeteries empty themselves.The dead once again rejoice.Signs point towards you.I had a blindfold before and you couldn't see too.Thank heavens, for the clouds have parted.For in their translucence, we delighted.The reason, you know.I smile, two years late but never.

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The exchange of fire right in front ofmy crystal eyes had no mercy. Theexact scene aeons ago would haveended in decapitation and mutilation.A brawl was much prevented, adisappointment to many. I wasshaking my head profusely, frowningupon the infantile parents. The menand women sat with their backs onseats, just lacking popcorn for theperfect setting. While in the awkwardness,I was reminded of the

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Aye! Fly the mezzin, lad!

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'Boy, you must learn Chinese well!'Our leaders fear the Red expansion,while we hope not to be left out ofthe bandwagon. Hurry, before it'stoo late. Too late to turn back to ourroots. Why should a heavier pursebe the incentive for learning what wemust? Our children wouldn't knowwho's Confucious, much less abouthis teachings. They peg money toour values, along with paper reasons.The beautiful

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We talk of love all the time. As ifwe know them. But strangers theyare, they'd wish they had nothingto do with us. The men wouldprefer business transactions inthe field of love. Why can't you beforthright about things? The menwould ask. The women would lovetheir game of hints. Pick it up, willyou. Why can't you? Isn't it obvious?The men pretend, most of the time.I don't like guessing games but

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Hmmm.

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