tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63103262011-10-14T09:38:33.343+08:00Real? How do you define Real?Geraldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03784861848500386140noreply@blogger.comBlogger1611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6310326.post-16881238122343233882009-03-08T14:36:00.005+08:002009-03-08T15:09:37.916+08:00

And she looked at me."I'd love to see you again, if that's possible.""Me too. But, you know, I can't really go out with a guy that's, say, ten years older than me."I so desperately wanted to see her again. But I hesitated, not wanting to let her know my age.I could simply hold my silence and I'd get to see her again. My heart, clamouring oh so loudly for her. There was just something about her

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Love is... giving more of yourself to the other person more than yourself. The meaning of I always felt but never fully acknowledged.If you don't mean to, you will eventually be unable to keep up the charade and you will hate both you and your other half.It's really something you shouldn't say lightly.It will mean the world to somebody.The concept of 'ME'... turn it upside down and you get 'WE'.

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I don't deserve anybody's pity or sympathy.Every action that I've done recently has caused nothing but hurt.Hurt to the one I once swore never to injure.I am among the lowest of scum.Everything they say about me is probably true now.I should run and find a hole to crawl into and hide.Hopefully nobody will ever have to deal with my childishness and immaturity ever again.I am finished.The Wanderer

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And I'm wrong again.I'm always wrong.I always can't keep my promises.I always disagree.I always argue.I have no self-worth left.I've given all I can give. I'm not perfect.Yes, I have failed you.I just want you to tell I'm right sometimes.I feel so alone.

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*beep* Activate Terminate Hibernation Stasis Sequence... processingDisabling firewall protocols... doneLoading communication sequence... doneInitiating system scanning... doneLoading last settings...*beep*Critical Error - Settings not foundRevert to last saved file? (Y/N)Y - Processing...*beep*Settings successfully loadedWelcome back, Wanderer.

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Sometimes, I imagine the world without youBut most times, I'm just so happy that I ever found youIt's a complicated web, that you weave inside my headSo much pleasure with such painHow we always, always stay the sameI'm feelin' the way you cross my mindAnd you save me in the nick of timeI'm ridin' the highs, I'm diggin' the lows'Cause at least I feel aliveI've never faced so many emotional

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"Golf-India Two-Niner, surface-to-air missile!" shrieked a normally cool, collected air-traffic controller."What the??" before a ear-deafening blast reverbated throughout the jumbo bet, shattering windows and causing baggage to tumble from the overhead compartments. Oxygen masks ominously dropped as the screaming continued unabated. Strapped in as we were, the impact still felt like a car crash

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"... we are now descending for our arrival, and once again, we remind you to turn off all electrical equipment until the plane comes to a full and compl-"A thunderous boom shook the entire aircraft, pitching it forward as if a giant angry mule had given the kick of its life up the aircraft's posterior. Behind me, I could hear the panicked screams of passengers and crew alike as crockery crashed

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"Control, this is Golf-India Two-Niner, Flight 2K516 approaching airspace and requesting runway access to land. ETA is 15 mins.""Golf-India Two-Niner, you are cleared to land on runway 15A through to gate 34B.""Roger that, Control.""Golf-India Two-Niner, be advised, there are strong surface winds across area of descent. Caution is advised.""Affirmative, Control, we'll keep our eyes peeled. Over

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A mere whisker is all that separates the living from being a bloody stain on the sidewalk. Walking back to the office with colleagues, food in one hand and drink in the other, somebody points out a bulging haversack lying smack in the middle of the road, looking incongrously out of place.Lorry speeds past, barely missing the bag.Pick-up track hits the bag at high speed, skidding out of control

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Yikes. According to Statcounter's new Google Earth service, not only do I have hits from places like California, New York, Sweden, France and the U.K., but, get this: off the coast of Nigeria in the South Atlantic. That's right, some mofo accessed this page from a floating boat somewhere in the South Atlantic. Or maybe it was a plane, but that's still scary.Talk about a globalised world.On

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Tens, if not hundreds of banana leaf boats floating away on the serene waters, each bearing the sputtering flame of a single wax candle set amidst flowers, coins, incense, etc...It's times like these that make you truly stop and smell the roses, so to speak.The bearer closes his/her eyes and makes a wish, before setting the little boat adrift on the currents, to be carried whither and thither.

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Look at us, two craziesIn a world so safeSomeone, anotherAnd it felt as right as rainLook at us, two long-lost loneliesNever did fit inLooked at each otherAnd said, where have you been?I was out thereSearching what like seemed foreverYou were somewhereFloating adrift in the moonTwo perfect peopleWho felt all wrongWe found each otherAnd the finding made us strongIt took so longWe came so farBut

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Candidate for The Speech Of All Time:V: Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of everyday routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, whereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or

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"What are they doing?""Breaking into his mind - it's like hacking a computer, all it takes is time.""How much time?""Depends on the mind, but eventually it'll crack... and then he'll do anything they wants him to do.""What do they want?""Each man has been given a key - the key to unlocking all that we hold sacred. If they ever got hold of that key, they could destroy us... we can't let that

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Some more interesting observations:The sun sets really early here, and conversely, rises just as early. It's light by 6:30am, and dusk gives way to darkness about 12 hours later. I'm still not used to it being real dark before 7, but there you go.Tuk-tuk drivers have the gear shift between their legs. Maybe it's just me, but from a distance, when they shift gears it looks uncannily like they're

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I am a wordsmith.I have been called many other things - melodramatic, emotional, narcissitic, idealistic, narrow-minded, self-serving, among a plethora of other titles. But at the most base level, my craft is simply that with words - of words, in words, through words.Some of these descriptions have been justified, some of them have not. But as a certain monsieur V once so aptly termed, 'words are

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The final explosion of sound and colour was a dramatic conclusion to everything that had led me to this final, inevitable decision.I could only hope that I had done the right thing.Reborn into a world of twilight and shadows, my now-insubstantial form knew neither the earthly cares of a mortal, nor the calming balm of death of the newly-deceased.Not even the unending solitude of immortality. "

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Some thoughts on Bangkok:Officially Singapore has a higher population density per square km, but don't believe it - here the masses of people teem and swarm around you like a plague of locusts gone berserk, with street vendors selling almost every kind of finger food or drink imaginable, and the streets are alive with the colours of a myriad of wares for sale, with everything from knockoff Prada

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Wow. I still can't believe I'm here. It feels like a whole new world, a culture totally removed from that of home.Bangkok feels like an amalgam of the new and the old - brand new office skyscrapers and glitzy billboards and neon signs share the cityscape with the dingy alleyways and the roadside stalls.As I sit here in this Internet cafe, I feel a world away from the place I grew up in. For the

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The Negotiator, Standoff 1The door ominously opened as Chris Sabian climbed up the final flight of stairs, the seasoned negotiator staring at the balding middle-aged man in the doorway."You OK?" Chris offered."Do I look OK? I got a gun pointed to the back of my head," Rudy muttered matter-of-factly. "Nice fucking pants," he added."Hey shut up Mr Blackwell, get over here." Danny Roman dragged the

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And so another eventful(?) 5 months or so comes to an end. Victory and defeat, mistakes made, glories basked in. Been there, felt that. Three years have just, well they've just gone past in a flash. It seems like only yesterday that I stumbled in, late, for the first lecture and didn't even know who my classmates were because I'd missed the orientation. Now I don't even talk to some of my year

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A momentary lapse in my concentration, and a routine corner breaks into a goalmouth tussle that ends with the ball being slammed into my net. 4-0.They have scored. Improbable now becomes impossible. The world grows ever smaller.I have failed. But no! A thousand times no! The linesman is waving his flag furiously, and the referee runs over - the goal is disallowed! Foul on my 'keeper!My balls are

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Many years have passed... you did not have the cares that you carry now.I give hope to others... I keep none for myself.Put aside your fears - become who you were born to be.Is this all a fantasyIs this all in my mind?You'd think I'm foolish, you think I'm blind'Cos there's no way I could know youNo way I could make you mineBut you don't see me cryThe window into my soulAnd you wonder why, don't

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The world is changing. Much that once was, is now gone. In the gathering dark, the will of the other grows strong. It works hard now to find its way into his heart - his heart, which is so easily seduced.He has but to extend his hand, claim it for his own - and his world will fall.His strength begins to fail. In his heart, he begins to understand that the quest will claim his life.It is but an

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God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change that which I can, and wisdom to know the difference. We faced each other over the remains of our dinner. All evening, I had dreaded this moment, tried to put it out of my mind – out of hers, if that were possible.She rested her fingers lightly on the whites of my knuckles. It was then I realised that I had been

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Excerpt from Forward The Foundation (by Isaac Asimov):"Elar is dead," she said. "I finally killed a human being. -First time. -Makes it worse.""How badly are you damaged, Dors?""Badly. Elar turned his device on - full - when I rushed him.""You can be readjusted.""How? There's no one - on Trantor - who knows how. I need Daneel."Daneel. Demerzel. Somehow, deep inside, Hari had always known. His

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So much for trying to cut back on the 3-0 deficit. I'm lucky I didn't fall further behind, and but for some miraculous luck I would already have. The bar is my best friend so far in this game; many a time it has denied the opposition when my defenders had already been left on their backsides.Sometimes, all the subtlety in the world can be undone by the simplest of stratagems. Too focused on

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"Fight! Fight for your lives!"As Gondorian infantry fought a desperate, last-ditch battle in the streets of Minas Tirith, doomwolves, orcs and armoured trolls poured among them like an insatiable flood, while numerous fires raged amidst the ruins of Minas Tirith. The defenders of the White City were hopelessly outnumbered, but they would fight on anyway.Then Gandalf looked up, a look of surprise

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The howling wind only made the barren landscape seem even bleaker. Somebody dropped a rifle."Steady!" The fear in the massed ranks in front me was palpable to the point where one could almost taste it, a bitter gorge rising from the nameless depths of apprehension.I had to reassure them. "You are Marines! You are elite! No matter what comes through that hole you WILL stand your ground!"The

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I Am David - Anne Holm"All suffering has an end, David, if only you wait long enough. Try to remember that. Sorrow has its life just like people. Sorrow is born and lives and dies. And when it's dead and gone, someone's left behind to remember it. Exactly like people."Truer words were never spoken.I finally surrended my hold on the past, my ghosts releasing me from their haunting. Up above, the

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Well the second half kicks off, with or without my approval. I haven't made any changes yet, because I still think that the guys I have out there have enough quality to turn this match around. However, I have changed from a 3-4-3 formation to 3-1-4-2 formation, swapping men around so that effectively I sacrifice an forward slot for a sweeper, who is currently patrolling in front my back

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So the second half is about to begin and I'm dreading the walk out of the dressing room, the referee's whistle as play is about to be resumed. I'm 3-0 down, no surprise there because of some schoolboy errors in the first half, as well as too much ball-watching and not enough off-the-ball running. The closest I came to a goal in the previous 45 mins was a shot unexpectedly deflecting off a

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It is done.There can be no turning back now.May there be mercy for our sins.

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"He did it. He-""Yes.""But it's not possible!""What? That we believed a man such as he would inevitably back down? My brothers, you place too little faith in the persuasiveness of the fear of shame."As one, the dual rows of seated cloaks grew silent.The voice at the head of the oak table continued its steady monotone."A single act has set in motion a series of events that will soon escalate and

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Behold the culmination of your history.Witness the dawn of a second renaissance.See what inevitability has wrought upon your world.And just when I thought it was all over, the shadows of my past caught up with me; they greeted me, mocked me, sang in my ear the songs of a thousand struggles.I cannot fail them now.I cannot fail myself now.I cannot fail her now.The dawn is breakingA light shining

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Introducing: The What-The-Fuck-Just-Came-Over-Me syndrome (Foolus Infatuous), a very common malady among individuals of all ages.Disease exists primarily as an infectious dementia among the confidence-challenged, and has an extremely high transmission rate. Exposure to affected individuals is highly toxic and should be avoided where necessary.Early symptoms include involuntary spasms of crotch

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Here goes:I AM: an amaglam of many things.I WANT: for everyone to realise their one most powerful dream.I FEAR: rejection and loneliness.I HEAR: a voice telling me everything's going to be OK.I WISH: I could say say the things I want to say, when I mean to.I HATE: being hypocritical and superficial.I MISS: being innocent.I WONDER: what might have been if things had been differentI REGRET: rushing

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You are TalkCock King.(Your alter-ego is gerald )Your super-hero ability:Eat bananas then expel them as nuclear bombs'What is your superhero ability?' at QuizGalaxy.comWahahaha. Talk about a silent but deadly killer.Together with Hous Bin Pharteen and I-Bin Pharteen, we shall rule the world with our atomic flatulence!

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Enter password.*******Password accepted - please wait...Access encrypted data - opening...1 transmission detected. Run? Yes/NoUplinking to live feed...[Start Transmission]My name is unimportant. I am whoever anyone might think I am. I am but the sum equation of the perceptions of everyone around me, and yet at the same time I am more - I represent the memories of my life, the memories of my

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Peace & Pooches.

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I know you're tired. I know you're scared, I know you're weary, I know that sometimes the world seems too much for you.Even the most brillantly-constructed facades must eventually crack with all the strain that you must been going through.But just remember, you've got your friends, you've got your family, you've got God, and last and definitely least, you've got me.You have the promise it will

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I found this somewhere on the net, and I think it's a very apt description.Ode to the nice guys:This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and %^#$&ing about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain

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Upon touching His hand, the world went surreal.Life, experiences, memories flashed before my eyes. My own birth, my childhood, the events that had stood out in my life for one reason or another. Then the images of her life flooded upon me. And finally, and most poignantly, the recollections of a life we spent together. Our first date, the absolute joys and the utter sorrows...Our first kiss,

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Rules:1. Bold the following words that are true about you.2.GREEN! the things you wish were true.3. add one thing true about you4. and then tag onetwothreefourFIVE more people.I miss somebody right now.I don't watch TV these days.I own lots of booksI wear glasses or contact lens.I love to play video games.I've tried marijuana.I've been in a threesome.I've been the psycho-ex in a past

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The Three Laws Of Romantics:First Law: A romantic may not harm his/her love, or through inaction, allow his/her love to come to harm.Second Law: A romantic must obey the desires of his/her love, provided such obedience does not conflict with the First Law.Third Law: A romantic must protect his/her own heart, provided such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Laws.System Status...

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I had expected to find some approximation of the legendary River Styx, complete with grim-faced boatman Charon, or at least a dead and decaying vista that would pass for what was the oft-mentioned stygian landscape of the Land of the Dead.Funny how a certain cliche can be perpetrated to the extent that no one bothers to question its validity anymore.Instead, all I found was an endless expanse of

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Today was just...Nice. Period.Forecast is cautious optimism in the later morning and early afternoon, with uncertainty in the later part of the day followed by possible fulfilment in the evening. Temperatures range from a low of hopefulness to a high of extreme euphoria.Confucious say: To attain the level of bad-ass motha-friggin parallel parker, heed the dual enlightments of half-clutch control

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"We have guns.""No, what you have are bullets, and the hope that when your guns are empty I will no longer be standing, because if I am you will all be dead before you've reloaded."The epitome of the 'right back at ya' statement.Descent To Madness: The Return-To-Sender Marathon.When you and your double, your alter-ego, finally merge...Into...One.And you are no longer a prisoner of your doubts and

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Before I could go on, a presence grasped my arm.I looked back, back into the ethereal featureless face of somebody, or something that I did not recognise and yet, I knew intimately. The ghost of my past.Thoughts that needed no spoken words to transmit their meanings drifted into my mind, and yet my consciousness could not discern between them and the verbal equivalent thereof."Please. You have to

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I stared, not wanting to come to terms with my own sanity.The desire, the feeling of wanting something so badly, the denial of such of a feeling for the fear of disappointment, fear of it being used against you, wanting something so bad but never expecting to receive, the slow growth of the cancer of indifference, of pretending it doesn't and never did matter, the construction of a bubbled cocoon

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Hilarious moment of the day:I was at the Centrepoint Coffee Bean yesterday, waiting to collect my ice blended mocha when I witnessed what I can only describe as an incredible irony. In front of me, there was this woman and her daughter, they were waiting for their drinks and cake. Little girl: Mommy, I want to take the drink up (there's a short series of stairs before you enter the outlet)Mum: No

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"Why?""You already know what I'm going to say."A pause. "I'm not ready.""No.""It's so hard...""I know; I know.""Will it ever..?""It may. It may not. But one day, believe me, vindication will come. Until that day, you must be strong."I stood, smoothening the creases from my shirt."I have to go.""Peace be with you.""My most grateful thanks. But I might not return.""My pleasure. Go, and may He

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What a year. Eventful would surely be an understatement. It's been a year of firsts, and of re-born experiences, at that.Overall, the score is like a hard-fought 3-3 draw, but since it's my home match, I'm losing on away goals. I'll be looking to overturn the deficit in the second leg, i.e. the upcoming sem. So many things have happened. I might not have conceded an early goal to the opposition

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Something most extraordinary happened to me on the bus today.Having dozed off as usual, I woke up abruptly at a stop to find the cutest girl - she couldn't have been more than three or four - looking in wonder at my laptop.Now, sometimes I listen to mp3s on the bus on my laptop, so I had it on my bag out in front of me. The girl was so very fascinated with the bright screen with all my mp3s on it

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Everybody knows about the proverbial trio of hero, heroine and villian. The stuff of every soap-box sob-fest or drama serial.We all love to imagine ourselves as the hero or heroine. Nobody ever bothers to think of the villian, the cardboard cut-out stereotyped bad guy, girl, half-confused homosexual or whatever else that's convenient.Nobody ever imagines they would have feelings, too. Or that

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When everything screams an impossibility, silence is but the best consolation that can be offered.Onen i-Estel Edain...U-chebin Estel anim.Friendships are as fragile as the trust they are built upon.Remember that.I would have you smile again... not grieve for those whose time will never come.See the devil on the doorstep now Telling everybody oh just how to live their livesSliding down the

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They found me, unconsciousness, lying in a pool of death and regret.How I got to the hospital, I don't know. All I remember as my vision swam in and out of focus, was the swinging of the intraveneous drip over my face as the world lurched forward at a breakneck speed.When I came to, the world was a much bleaker place.The nurse who saw my eyes open had no need to say anything. She had heard what

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When finally, something has changed.Something that provides a glimmer of hope.Something to give you a reason to go on.I shall never surrender, not while there is still breath in my body, or bullets in my gun.- U.S. Army Ranger Creed

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I know now the answer I've always been searching for.Caught between a rock and a hard place.And unless I can find a way to perform effective and permanent surgery, I am stuck.Anything else would be merely attempts to paper over the cracks. Cracks? They must be full-scale rips by now.The Devil grins from ear to ear when he sees the hand he's dealt us...I will finish this race.Everyone will.And I

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Saying goodbye is never easy.Every choice you have made, every path you have taken, every memory you have cherished, has led you to this point.I will remember you, always.Godspeed.

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But she's gone away, maybe she'd stay, if she only knew...I can't tell her. Not when she's happy.Sometimes, to do what is right, we have to be steady, and give up the thing we want the most.Even our dreams.Some secrets must endure. For honour. For integrity.For her.

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Once upon a time, there was a boy, and he saw a finely-crafted miniature truck in a shop window.He thought that it was very attractive, and he wanted it so badly that he begged his father to get him that truck.The boy thought that his father would see no reason to refuse his request, as he thought it was reasonable enough.However, as it was very expensive, the father declined the boy's request.

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I looked at her, mystified. The world was too small for so many coincidences. Too many things didn't fit.Her tears were coming thick and fast, now. The old man was no ordinary acquaintance.Surreal. Very much so.She was leaning on the car now, and I braced myself in case she gave way, entirely. Amid the sobs, she whispered, "Daddy..."I drew in my breath sharply. Out of the hazy fog that surrounded

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Random thoughts of the week:A girl always has the last word in an argument. Always. Without exception.A bottle in hand is worth two with a friend.You'll get better results speaking loudly and carrying a big-ass stereo, then just speaking loudly.Shit happens. I mean, look what happened between your ears, man.If at first you don't succeed, back up. And run over the guy again. Repeat ad nauseum.The

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Happiness is a cold bourbon solution.Just me, the glass and the book.Temporary tranquility. Later.

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Just when you think things might be looking up, fate reaches out a grubby hand and hauls your ass back down to ground zero.I can't take this anymore - I'm letting everybody down.Ever have the feeling that something is over before it could even get started? Yep, getting that on multiple levels.Planning for the future is all very well and good, but unfortunately the shit just hits the fan all too

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If everything you once knew as the truth turned out to be fiction, how would you react?Your self-belief shaken, the foundation of your very existence turned to grey, putrid mush.You know not where to turn, for in every direction lies hysteria and madness.What could rescue me from such a fate?I parked the car outside the church, an old stucco affair weathered by time and the elements.The place was

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I hate the war zone that used to be called home.Nothing new, of course. Who has a normal family nowadays? Never mind a happy one.Is it just our parents' generation, or is it some sort of malaise that will infect all of us and make us unhappy spouses in future?If marriage and a family will lead to this, then I don't want any part of it. I'd rather kill the dream now and lay it to rest peacefully,

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Power Rangers Movie! What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!) brought to you by QuizillaWhat the hell? I don't even like Power Rangers.At least the last line is true, haha.

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I heard this anecdote today.Okay so it was in Chinese, and I only understood one word out of three, but I think I got the gist of it.Look not to the faults of other people, but that of yourself, because you cannot solve the wrongs of the others without addressing your own first.So many things I still don't understand. Maybe I should stop pretending I do.Listen with the ears of common sense, and

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It appears that what I once thought was a dream come true was nothing more than the briefest of illusions.Back to the reality where I belong, where I've always belonged. Jump, they say, and pray to God you can fly. Of course, it's never specified what you do when you find it's not hope that gives men wings.I was right. I didn't deserve it.And I can't even complain, at least not fairly, because

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Someone I know has loved a person close to him for more than a year now.He's so close to her, does everything for her, is practically a surrogate brother - yet her heart does not belong to him, and probably never will.He will never fit the archetype of the guy she wants, and she will never love him as more than a brother.Why is he so selfless?He is not selfless because he hopes to gain what his

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Euphoric-ness.I was sincerely not expecting to get the Starhub gig. Mentally preparing myself for the disappointment, and secretly envying the glut of free time I'd have if I didn't get it.But get it I did, and for the second time in a long time, opportunity battered down the door and slapped me silly.Silly with glee, I might add.I'm just so thankful that the guy upstairs has blessed me once

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I ran through the rain-soaked night. My breath came in cloudy gasps as I slipped and slid on the wet, muddy path.According to the address on the card, I had to traverse well over 300 miles in a single night, if I were to have any hope of changing eternity.An eternity of bitterness and regret.On foot, in the worst weather one could hope for... impossible.But I would try anyway.Just when you're

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I sat on the breakwater, watching the waves lap gently at the sand. The receding sun played golden rays on the scene of our favourite spot.Had been our favourite spot.It had been so long since she left. But as always, I found myself inextricably drawn back here.Why?I guess it's just hard to let go of memories. Especially the ones that touch the deepest recesses of your soul.I guess you never

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"My first is foremost legallyMy second circles outwardlyMy third leads all in victoryMy fourth twice ends a nomineeMy whole is this riddle's only key"Solve it!We steal to lose every colourFrom the skyThen crawl as a childWhile the shadows burn our eyesWe know there's no longer shineOn this burned out rainbowLately it seems we've been chasingWhat times resolvedMaybe something means nothing

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Wow.What a rush.I want to go back, pronto.Msg me for the full story ;)

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'Cause I'm leavin', on a jet planeI don't know when I'll be back againOh babe, I hate to go...Nervousness, trepidation, anxiety - all rolled up into one neat little bundle.And don't forget a dash of panic, all stirred up nice with the ladle of apprehension.But of course, there's always all that we've worked for, to look forward to.Many promises lie ahead. I'd like to fulfil them for once.I'll be

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What could have been.Should have been.Would have been.A lifetime of what-ifs.And now...All that's left is an empty seat.She has no further part in this play. They knew this all along, and they tried to tell you as best as they could. But you wouldn't listen, would you?If she only knewWhat I knew but couldn't sayIf she could just seeThe part of me that I hid awayIf I could just hold her in my arms

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"Everybody needs a hero.Courageous, self-sacrificing people, setting examples for all the rest of us.Everyone loves a hero. They line up for them, cheer them, scream their names.And years later they'll tell of how they stood in the rain for hours, just to catch a glimpse of the one who taught them to hold on a second longer.There is a hero in all of us - that gives us strength, keeps us honest,

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Self-awareness.They call it the intrinsic human trait that separates us from the beasts of the jungle.Well, I've finally made that leap.It's amazing how long I've been such a jerk.Yes, a jerk.(Amid a few gasps of surprise and mostly snorts of derision)All along, I've been acting exactly like those I always professed to hate.Oh, the irony.To all the people that I've wronged over the last year and

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Sometimes, to do what is right...We must be steady...And give up the thing we want the most.Even our dreams.

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Hiatus.I need to take a break.I need to take stock of my life, need to figure out what it is I really want in life.What I really want.I need to be less self-righteous.I need to learn that not every situation calls for the patented approach of "shoot first, shoot later, shoot some more, and when everybody's dead, try to ask a question or two".In other words, I do NOT need to go after a fly with a

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They say don't go for it.Everything points against it ever happening.I'm therefore wasting my time.I should be pursuing something else instead, where my efforts will garner more results.Sometimes I don't even know if I know what I'm doing.When can you ever understand it's not about the effort, but rather the desire?I would rather waste a lifetime of effort on something I want, rather than produce

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Epiphany IIAt this rate of self-discovery, I oughtta be challenging for the Nobel Prize.Alongside one of the most brutal work schedules. Ever.Now that I look back on what I did, I wanna give myself a good kick in the nuts.Then again, better late than never.So much left to be done.Then again, this time I'm not in a hurry.

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Epiphany.Maybe someday I'll find what I've always been looking for.Or maybe it'll find me.They say that things happen when you least expect them to.I sure hope so.So here we standAnchored in hopeLetting the rain wash away every fearStars in the skyTwinkle and shineI pray they won't disappear'Cause I don't know where your journey goesOr how long it will take to unfoldBut as long as we keep this

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Ever had the feeling of running at top speed and getting nowhere, like the proverbial mouse on a running wheel?Sometimes, no matter how hard you try to be right, you just aren't.Change is only a good thing when it doesn't apply to you.It's when you realize that, after all this while, you realize you didn't truly practice what you preached.Oh, the irony.In some ways, the most risky, the most

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I stood alone, with the sound of the crashing waves beneath me.The sound that could not drown out the mental piercings of a thousand breaking glasses.I could not see. Like a veil of the darkest shade, tears blurred my vision.I stepped to the edge.The balm of nothingness, spread over the rawness of a wound that would never heal.Why? Dear God, why?Once you told me you would wait for me.Wherever I

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Women are complicated creatures.A life I never knew existed.Confidence to go where I have never trod.So much rests on this.I cannot fail.For the day my hand is taken.I give hope to others - I keep none for myself.You don't have to drive a fancy car Don't have to quote me Shakespeare just to woo meYeah I see your nervous laughter when you're trying to crack some joke Well, you don't fool meI'd

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Gambles. We all gamble in life.Sometimes it seems like everything is one big wager, does it not?You meet someone new. You say hi, you wager on lowering your self-guard in order to make a new friend. Fortunately most people are nice, and usually aren't apt to chew your head off, so this is a rather low-risk gamble.You propose a new, radical idea at a group meeting. You wager by sticking your neck

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Even the most hokkien peng of driving instructors can sometimes give good advice.I suppose it's only natural to ask when your trainee starts speeding, nearly knocks down a pedestrian, and even manages to kill the engine flat from 50 in a single instant. Thankfully not in that order though.And even more amazingly, when the trainee is otherwise doing well, technique-wise at least, on his virgin

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Am I not supposed to have what I want?What I really want?Even my dreams?When someone gave you an ice-cream for the first time, how you cherished it.Oh, how you cherished it.You savoured it so much, and wouldn't even give anyone else a lick.Then over time you got more ice-creams, and giving someone else a lick became less of an annoyance and more of something you wanted to do.To make that other

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"What must I do?" "When the time comes, you will know what you need to know.""How will I do it?""You will find your courage.""What if I can't? Or I won't?""Then the world as you know it, will fall. It will burn in the fires of your cowardice, and all whom you hold dear to you will perish."A pause."There will be no dawn for you, just the eternal night of anguish and suffering.""You talk as if all

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Shades of Black Hawk Down.In all the furore surrounding the bombing of London's metropolitan area, scant notice has been given to a little-publicized incident in far-away Afghanistan.A CH-47 Chinook was downed by what appeared to be an rocket-propelled grenade over the Kunar region.Why is this episode so uncanny in its resemblance? Along with another Chinook, it was a Special Forces chopper

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With all my heart, I pledge my love foreverYou've got my word, you and I will always be togetherThere may be times, we have a disagreementThis love's too strong, to ever let it come between usI would, I would keep this love alive I would, I would because otherwiseMe minus you equals blueCan't imagine what I ever doIf it'd ever came toMe minus you equals blueI can't stand the thought I've lost so

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Congratulations Gerald, you are... Cowboy Caleb of cowboycaleb.liquidblade.comYou are smart, loyal and sensitive. You are also very caring towards other people and you help them out whenever you can. You are very passionate about your line of work. You fight for your beliefs and if someone doesn't agree with you, you argue your point of view across in a very convincing yet diplomatic manner. For

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I forgot. Even Peter Parker got his girl in the end.The darkest hours really are before the dawn.I really don't deserve such a gift. But God decided otherwise anyway.Even if the gift isn't exactly what you really expected. Or wanted. Sometimes, all you need is a little faith.Even the strong have their moments of fatigue.And I'm fatigued right now.If it's not meant to be this wayWhy do I think of

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Life's imperfect.A primary school classmate passed away last saturday. Leukemia. And he would have gotten better, but for the cold that turned into pnuemonia because the chemotherapy wiped out any existence of an immune system.At least he died peacefully, with his loved ones around him. He died knowing he was going to a better place.Why would God take such a young, talented person who gave so

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You can spend your whole life chasing something, and yet never come close to obtaining itYou can spend endless hours agnonizing about it, but in the end it all comes to nothing.You can risk all and put it on the line, but it won't count for jack.It's like Birmingham City winning the Premiership - ain't gonna happen.Some things are just not meant to be.I feel like a Peter Parker wanting his

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