tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306650018959920972024-02-07T10:27:53.164-08:00Journey~Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804046931745445624noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630665001895992097.post-12641630414067314112019-01-04T09:03:00.003-08:002019-01-04T09:08:22.898-08:00Come home~<h3>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The beeping sound woke me up and I saw my eldest son
by my side, taking care of my body dumps as I was already weak. I breathed
heavily through the tubes I found inserted into my lungs from my nostrils and
my mouth. With just a slight turn, I took a glance to my right where the Vital
signs monitor was.<br /> </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">“You’re getting more stable, pa.”</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">I felt a sudden urge to stand up. With all my might,
pulled the handle bars by the gurney, I sat up and pulled out the tubes but
before I was successful, all the nurses were summoned to my side and I had my
hands tied to the gurney.<br /> </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">“Pa, relax. When you are well, I’ll take you to
Pulau Langkawi, and all the places that you’ve taken us to. We’ll also go to
China to visit Alex.” Said Andy, his eyes watered.<br /> </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">I nodded.<br /> </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">I had a wife and four kids. For the last 40 years, I
had been fighting against a severe depression that has befallen on my beloved
wife. It was a tough battle, but thank god, my kids grew up completely normal
and undamaged. I believe for everything I want, there is a price to pay. For
that, I didn’t mind being hated by my wife, being thrown out of the house homeless
and have nothing at last.<br /> </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Over years of roaming around, there I was, on a
gurney because of a severe pulmonary edema. I have no hard feelings on anything
to be honest, for I have raised my kids successfully no matter how tough. Thinking
of it alone makes me feel good. I mean, who could do that? Raising kids alongside
an aggressive depressed mom. If anyone would, try it *wink*. Well, My wife had
been angry with me ever since 40 years ago, but who cares, I tried to love her,
and I still do.</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Finally it was already time for me to sleep, as I
heard a nurse, while putting off the light, said, “Uncle, dah masa untuk tidur
ya. <i>(It’s time to sleep)</i>”<br /> </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">I reached out to my eldest son and daughter’s hands,
held them tight on my chest. It felt good, seeing them grown up. This feeling is
something that money could never buy. Now there’s one thing that I need to
remind all these kids, “Forgive, and love your mom”<br /> </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br />They nodded and I dozed off … Strangely, not long
after… I was pretty sure I felt the hand of my wife on my chest and heard “Ah
Tek..” <i>(Hey, that was my name)<br /><o:p></o:p></i></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br />I woke up, feeling dizzy and just then I remembered
I slept too late the night before, completing my lesson plans and scheme of
work. Out of all nights, my brain just had to pick a night when I slept late to
give me an odd dream like this. “That was funny huh?” I told myself. It was a
warm winter in North China, and I had a strong feeling that it wouldn’t snow
this year. I showered and got ready for work. Once I stepped out … I immediately
felt the chilling sensation on my cheeks and I looked up into the grey sky. It
snowed.<br /> </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">As I was drowned in pleasure of the snow, my phone
beeped. I swiped it open, it was my sis sent me a picture. Opened it up, was a
heart rate monitor… a straight line…</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br />“Wtf…” I replied</span></h3>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18074107302272241229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630665001895992097.post-12575495329503432742017-11-21T05:50:00.002-08:002017-11-22T06:44:00.727-08:00Wandered 10,585 Days<h3 style="height: 0px;">
So on my 26th year, after years and years of studying and the struggle between financing myself, maintaining my graduation metric, and my shattered love life, I was hired into a job overseas. Gotten my VISA, immediately I packed my luggage overnight not knowing what beholds of the future. Surely, my head tried to advice me to think it through before going, but I trusted my heart which said "That's your future." Having nothing to lose, off I flew, to the middle kingdom which I was hoping to find a new start.<br /><br />I spent the whole of two years, 730 days in the new world without anything more exciting than going around places alone. Little did I find that at this age, to find someone that truly goes all out loving me, or vice versa is virtually close to impossible. At least that's what I thought until one night, I was bored and decided to wander down the street to see what I can find in the store, but instead I found a girl that I never imagined I would be together with.<br /><br />Never have I thought that it would be possible, but time and action proves that it is.<br /><br /><br />On my 29th birthday, I was brought to a nice restaurant. Didn't know what was happening, I pushed the door open. There I saw balloons, which every one blown by the very breaths she exhaled, decorated carefully on the wall, candles she bought and arranged by her very own hands, and flowers she had carefully chosen hoping to give a big surprise to the one that she cares.<br /><br /><br />I've always been the kind that doesn't invest in much feelings, little did I realize that I have always been too scared to love. I have always been afraid of losing emotionally to someone, that I love and at the end I don't get the equal amount of feelings that I have invested.<br /><br />She is the total opposite of me. She taught me love, giving unconditionally, and passion for love again. I did not know what to say or how to react that night when I entered the restaurant, with all the props, decoration, candles she did herself. I was just... moved. Never in my life had anyone ever done that, never in my life had anyone ever taught me how to love and I have finally found it, after 10585 days of wandering on the earth.<br /><br /><br />After 10,585 days, I've found you :) <3 </h3>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18074107302272241229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630665001895992097.post-17505607435108599792015-05-13T07:32:00.003-07:002016-04-04T00:44:26.242-07:00PEEKAY~ "Kind of Spoiler"<h2 style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Came across this movie named Peekay and it is one not to be missed. Plots are well planned and organized and the characters' internalizations were good. It's not like any other conventional movies which just focuses on the advanced technical, graphic, or sound effects but this movie is purely attractive in every aspects of moderation.</div>
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Firstly, I would like to confess personally that I am quite particular when it comes to picking movies that I would even entertain. Same like guys who goes for ugly duckling instead of a barbie doll (PLEASE DOUBLE CONFIRM WITH YOUR MIRROR BEFORE YOU CURSE MY WORDS, IF YOU HAVE DONE IT FEEL FREE TO CURSE IT), what I always seek in a movie was the core concept that it brings to its audiences instead of the amazing visual effects (of course it matters, indirectly) and nerve gripping plots (it's important, though). But this PEEKAY have just its own message to tell.</div>
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It brings audiences' attention into realization of its entire concept, bringing out the picture of how is religion perceived and practised in India through very comical representation. An Alien who came to earth naked and lost his key to a thief, went around searching for it but only to have everybody telling him that the only one who could help him is GOD. Believing that GOD was some person searchable and fathomable, there starts his journey in search for GOD.</div>
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He was called Peekay (Drunkard) by everybody because he went around searching for GOD in every religion's GOD's house, breaking every rules that the religion has unintentionally. Of course his search ended in vain, and guess what, he has his own unique way to find GOD with his own out of norm ideas. Of course he would need some money to carry out his tasks too, and yeah, he has his own weird ways of raising funds i.e, stealing money from dancing cars parked at secluded riverside (you make your own imagination, hehe)</div>
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It is not like any conventional movies which has some serious, strong taste concepts which has insertion of comic relief. But PEEKAY has definitely made me realize that it could be the other way round by having the core concept as a relief to the initial impression in the beginning of the movie that it is just another senseless comedy.</div>
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If you would like to watch a movie which challenges the notion of blind belief, superstitious practise and distorted brainwashing, this is something that you should not miss. This movie challenges a lot of blind practises that we have not even realized it ourselves, of course, through PEEKAY who is as innocent as a child to ask the most fundamental, simple, but hard to answer questions to the religious masters.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804046931745445624noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630665001895992097.post-69154061157385645212015-04-12T10:12:00.000-07:002015-04-12T10:14:41.695-07:00Education<h2>
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We do understand that education is inevitably important to everyone nowadays. To as far as we are concerned, where there is basic needs there's a gold mine. </h2>
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Yeap that's right, with money, all of your major concerns about your education paths are basically cleared off.<br />You don't need to worry about what would be the outcome either, because if you do not suit the course, you could just change to another University, and you don't even have to worry about the hostels and the fact that you will be sharing rooms too. You will stay in a decent condominium with beautiful sky view where even Rapunzel's hair could not touch the bottom.<br /><br />For those who's in lower hierarchy.. I'm sorry this course costs RM17 thousand per semester.<br /><br />oklah... become foreman also good la</h2>
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Lately I've been listening to some of the hot topics which people, specially the group of elites which call themselves oldies of the 80's nagging about how drastic the world is falling into the hands of after 90's who only looks down at the floor. The old pattern way of communication is not appreciated anymore, but rather they would switch their attention to their android and Iphone. But it isn't that bad to jeopardize humanity like what they said, from a non-sided view point.</h2>
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Okay, I thought that the basic of humanity is subjective so it is not just words or what ever it is for display. There has been a lot of researches done on the vulnerability of that notion with the existence of technology, claiming that gadgets like android would project human nature (compasion, etc) into mechanistic form and thus dehumanization (denial of human nature). I would say that's nothing more like a reason for them to deny themselves of the absence of guts and compassion, when we talk about projection, isn't "technology jeopardizes humanity" just another projection of guilt? Why would they think of snapping picture instead of saving people? God knows whether its an initiative or just another stage business to escape the guilt of not having guts. Why don't we just admit it and have a coffee while watching the old man die? Don't have guts anyways, instead of lying to ourselves by keeping ourselves busy with snapping pictures like we care a single bit.</h2>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804046931745445624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630665001895992097.post-69483324354673661712014-10-29T07:07:00.004-07:002015-04-12T09:36:12.327-07:00The Wings called Never~<div style="height: 0px;">
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Their poor heart were afraid<br />They doubt, and they fret<br />They pulled me from the stage<br />and Raised my Wings... in a cage</h3>
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Still I stare into the sky<br />and pondered beyond the void<br />Still I dream a dream that I fly<br />Soaring through cosmic void</h3>
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Still I looked at my Wing<br />Stroking its feather... of Wing that never Flies</h3>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804046931745445624noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630665001895992097.post-1978522580020082592013-12-31T21:42:00.000-08:002013-12-31T21:42:20.305-08:00NEW YEAR 2014<h2>
I know this sounds like one of the topic anyone would post on writing about conventional stuffs like new year, new goal, new target, new me, be myself, blablabla... </h2>
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Everybody has a little something for themselves at the arrival of new year. Old man like me would just stay in the room and wait for the fingers to strike twelve then enjoy the volleys of firework from afar (In fact I have to wallow myself pity in the room doing works) Well a friend of mine suggested something for me to do which I think its a good idea. </h2>
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Take out a piece of paper, write down anything you will desire to achieve in 365 days, seal it in an envelope and at the end of the year check what have you done and what you have not!</h2>
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But most of the people would go for the mainstream idea to go out to where vuvuzelas deafen their ears and where people get in their way to see the fireworks (happens to me most of the time) Youth they call it, perhaps the fact that they can still stand the shrieking vuvuzelas(if you ever heard of one) proves that they are young and I'm not 'nymore</h2>
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Happy New Year</h2>
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Man of Impossibilities</h2>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804046931745445624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630665001895992097.post-7403408379576212092013-06-15T20:49:00.002-07:002013-06-15T20:55:41.648-07:00Bicycle with a RoUnD LigHt<h2>
I listened to a song two days ago, all that came into my mind was the shoulders of a man, wearing a white singlet and brown pants, I was clutching his broad waist from behind. I can't really see everything as a giant helmet is covering my small head. But I know we're on this automatic bicycle with a round light in front and a basket behind the handle. The man said, we are going to the play swing. Yes! I love swing! I always wonder, how can a bicycle have a pipe with smoke, that I used my bare toe to touch it. The second thing I knew was, the man was using a pack of ice to rub my toe... </h2>
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My eyes were teary... but his eyes were gentle~</h2>
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"Once a dude becomes a father, <br /> He becomes the coolest man on earth..."</h2>
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Happy Father's Day~ </h2>
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Cheers,</h2>
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Alex</h2>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804046931745445624noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630665001895992097.post-17372261905791215742013-04-13T13:55:00.002-07:002013-04-13T13:55:38.697-07:00To a Friend<h2>
If there is a ticket for you to do something that you will not be able to do for the whole of your future life... </h2>
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If that ticket allows you to do something that you will never ever regret for the whole life to come </h2>
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If that ticket would cost a minor sacrifice at most in exchange of a last look at something you will not be able to set your eyes at anymore</h2>
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If that ticket is the one you would live your life grieving over it if you hadn't took it while you can</h2>
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Grab it~~~ </h2>
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Chance only comes once in life...<br />I believe a good grandson like you will have the best decision before His blessing~~ </h2>
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Anything at all..... grab whatever you have to~ <br />you have me on your back!</h2>
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Sincere,<br />Man of Impossibilities</h2>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804046931745445624noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630665001895992097.post-82934345458218072362013-03-30T09:20:00.000-07:002013-03-30T09:20:13.141-07:006 Good People<h2>
Once upon a time... there are six good people who came together as one, with just moonlight as blessing, and 100 plus as wine.. everyday they share their precious time together.. </h2>
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No matter rain or shine they walked it through... and at the end of the day... they will settle down, drink 100 plus and everything turned rejoice again... everyday in 4 years without fail they do so... but there comes a time when they scattered... all with their dream and faith... some flew, some posted, some worked, some even faltered and escaped..... some, stayed...</h2>
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at the same place under the moonlight... he look at the table where there used to be 6 cans of 100 plus before... but now he's cheering with a single can... hoping to see the 6 cans reunited again... </h2>
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because he believe.. somewhere in the future world... there is a time when the scattered fragments will come to one again... </h2>
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Man of Impossibilities~</h2>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804046931745445624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630665001895992097.post-8264977822039062102013-03-24T08:34:00.000-07:002013-03-24T08:34:04.246-07:00What the Phony~~<h2>
I remember there was a time when I <br />was so young...<br />so young and innocent...<br />so innocent that nobody was bad...</h2>
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... nobody was good</h2>
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... A world without distinction we call it.. </h2>
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Sometimes I do think that adults are remarkable creatures, They don't know what are they saying but they know what kind of feeling they implant to their listeners. As I grow up, I realize that I've been trapped in a world where I have to void every truth of what I feel, frame my thought to the way everyone wants it. <br /><br />Once upon a time there was this very cute friend who's mouth is only designated for the word "good". So everything comes to him, the only thing he will say.. "good". Some are even hilarious, after robbing him of his goods, (I call that 'rob', well.. in a friendly way) asked him are you okay? What do you expect, again "good". God knows what is he thinking that time. When his friends asked him, he will say... he has to stay positive ~ whoo @@ <br /><br /><br />"what the phony"<br /><br />**note This guy I talked about is not from any live examples I took from my friends** <br /><br />cheers! <br />Man of Impossibilities =D</h2>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804046931745445624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630665001895992097.post-21233392759665765502013-03-16T12:10:00.002-07:002013-03-16T12:10:22.005-07:00A Spectator of a new Chapter<h2>
No doubt in major part of life,<br />we watch others as we move on along with them,<br />page by page we pen down to the diary we kept...</h2>
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But today.. <br />I have come to a point that <br />I only stood there... watching them<br />moving on to the next chapter of their life <br />still<br />...<br /><br />There I stood<br />Making no noise.. I just wanna feel and breathe that every<br />last seconds I could <br />whilst they depart...<br /><br />And the relationship <br />established in 4 years, now parted <br />east and west. <br /><br />Brothers, I could never be what I am today <br />without all of you ~<br />To the one who knows all my pages in life, <br />I cherished the time we had together and how we walked in darkness just to talk of what we had daily.. <br />which is when I experience naked honesty, <br />no word decoration, no mask of phoniness</h2>
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And to the one who I have <br />shared a little small room for 3 years <br />I am certainly positive that your accompaniment through <br />gaming world has brought me thus far<br />My University life was complete with you alongside the <br />journey...<br /><br />No regret, No grief<br />I feel happy that they are flying far, advancing in life..<br />Just wanna take my time, stand there<br />still <br />and say "good luck"<br />**car droves away**</h2>
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Yours Truly <br />Man of Impossibilities </h2>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804046931745445624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630665001895992097.post-71995264016729798742013-01-14T03:19:00.000-08:002013-01-14T03:19:58.646-08:00~ Uncertainties <h2>
I hope this day wouldn't come...</h2>
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<br />Yours Truly, </h2>
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Man of Impossibilities...</h2>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804046931745445624noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630665001895992097.post-61060187427763134132012-12-15T21:31:00.000-08:002012-12-15T21:31:54.572-08:00True or Agreeably Fake<h2>
The sky is seemingly dark and moody all this while since the first episode of our parting. The sun only comes out in the morning, just to be muffled by the windy cloud in the evening consistently everyday without fail. Sometimes I wonder, does everything in life starts with sparks and only to end miserably? I don't know...</h2>
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What do you think of a friend who speaks his mind without any decoration of thoughts and words that of crooks?</h2>
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Bluntness is like a carver's knife, it carves but it does not leaves a scar but the perfection of modelling. Unless you could find another element to replace such an essence to friendship's genuineness...</h2>
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Or you would rather prefer still flowing water which shapes rocks in such gentle friction and at the end of it you feel nothing is confronted. But water does not carve by direction and it may change the rock, taking it out of the proper shape, leaving it run astray... flaunting its bulges wildly.</h2>
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<i>I would say I really wish you could by any chance see this post of mine. After all the years we've spent, is it worth to take out a friend who's being straight and honest to his feelings? Unless you are honest to yourself that you really wanna take him out of your life. But before you do that, I must say that I am still fighting for the dream we once pledged together, and I truly still remember it... have you?</i></h2>
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A carver's knife is sharp by nature but it is blunt at the back, that enables the thumb to control its carvings. Water is gentle and soothing by nature, but you will never know what lies beneath the deep sea. Let us not start even by the scratch of playing in the pool, flowing in the river, fell asleep in the journey only to be devoured by the vast ocean. Piscine Molitor Patel only kept his little life by the existence of the adult Bengal tiger..</h2>
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Once again I would like to ask you, does this worth the pay? After all.. <i>it's just one honest word from a friend...</i></h2>
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Your Friend,</h2>
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Man of Impossibilities</h2>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804046931745445624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630665001895992097.post-73152472146716139142012-12-06T22:47:00.003-08:002012-12-06T22:47:22.717-08:00I am NOT~<h2>
Okay, I'm going to gently clarify a thing in this post as I'm very much swarmed with questions of such many times already... Ladies and gentlemen...</h2>
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One fine night I strolled down the hostel's corridor<br />I took a glance at those lonely lights hanging from the ceiling<br />Somehow its as though, I have the ability to feel its grievance of celibacy somehow. I don't wanna waste anymore time in meaningless empathizing to the inanimate objects so I ran off to my room, and opened the door wide enough for fresh air to rush in.</h2>
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Call me a mental patient of projection ~~</h2>
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I have a lovely neighbor who worked in the hostel's cafeteria. <br />And he is one of the people who you would like to apply the theory of "Queer" to as he has skinny long legs, *if you have any, I bet you RM200 its as BEAUTIFUL as yours, with connotation*<br />Walks like Megan Fox, elegantly scrubbing his gorgeous hair.<br />He stopped right in front of my widely opened door, with only towels hanging on the shy little curve of his backside. <br />Worst still, I actually never took the effort to look at his legs but it came into image from the side corner of my cornea ends, he doesn't have any hair on his legs. </h2>
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I sweated</h2>
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He showed me a cute, one sided, ravishing smile..</h2>
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of which I gave him a poker face...</h2>
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And I was literally sweating like tweety bird already when his mouth clenched into a kind of rounded shape thingy and let out a fricative sound which is like ... "bzzzzuuuchhh" </h2>
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I turn to my laptop and play game, I just wanna ignore him which worked out, he went away.</h2>
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okay... let me clarify myself first and foremost, I'm NOT. I have many good friends, even the best one who is but I'm just not. <br />So what is so wrong about having a best friend who's out of the closet? In fact I'm proud of him because he's out and being himself, but I'm occasionally being thrown questions like, will it be harmful to me, or am I one, having a best friend who's not as straight.</h2>
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*in fact we know how to separate between friends and target* </h2>
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Well... Please don't ask any questions like this again, it chills to my nerve ends when it gave me the imagery of loving my own buddy... =.='' </h2>
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even if one of you do, life goes on.. hahaha</h2>
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Yours Truly,</h2>
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Man of Impossibilities</h2>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804046931745445624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630665001895992097.post-15356910666048815902012-11-19T06:14:00.001-08:002012-11-19T06:14:29.604-08:00A Vegetarian's Story<h2>
I met a new friend today, the atmosphere became really conducive for chatters as I'm a really good chatter***<br />there goes all the ice breaking chats and up to a point this question was posed to me...</h2>
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... why are you a vegetarian? (euhhmagawwwwd... not again)</h2>
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Well.... there are common questions that I always encounter but today:</h2>
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Is it because of religion? (ERm... perhaps? haha...)</h2>
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Is it good for health? (I can badminton 7 hours a day.. u can?)</h2>
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Wouldn't you be bothering your friends when u go out with them? (I can find vege anywhere, so long as I don't eat meat)</h2>
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Is that Ok? (yea)</h2>
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Then you are not sincere enough. (I wouldnt even mind my wife was touched by ex boyfriends before, so are the vegetables)</h2>
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What about your parents, they have health prb? (my father, diabetic)</h2>
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So it proves vege is not that healthy is it? (My father survived 30 years of diabetes till today)</h2>
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Don't you have desire towards meat? (my stomach is rubbish bin... so long it fills)</h2>
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Do you have energy? (you say?) </h2>
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Can you show me your biceps?</h2>
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hmmm... (speechless**) have a nice day my friends </h2>
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Yours Truly</h2>
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Man of Impossibilities</h2>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804046931745445624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630665001895992097.post-85404734763595760612012-11-11T08:30:00.000-08:002012-11-11T08:30:15.032-08:00Count on me~<h2>
11th November 2012 <br />Sunday<br />Cloudy</h2>
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...... happy day ..... ***</h2>
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I woke up early in the morning to do my daily chores. It was really like nothing and it felt just like some other days when I do it but... a little more motivated and energized. I found it coming from a little chilling excitement that came right from the end of my toe, giving my body the stimulation (not the naughty ones in your mind though.. its positive)</h2>
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ahhh..... its because .. I'm Going BACK Today!!</h2>
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<br />I took 8 hours of public transport back and finally reach my house. By that moment, all that I have in my mind was "Home Sweet Home"... I pushed open my house's door... </h2>
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All I see... is your tear... <br />what happened... <br />I don't understand your sadness and hatred...<br />perhaps I'm not a good son at all...<br />but please, let me listen to you~~ I have a pair of patient ears <br />You have no where to throw it, please throw it on me<br />and not else people...<br />Let me be a son at least, for your knowing, I am a son to you<br />a place you would find solace,<br />and a someone for you to rely on<br />mentally and financially (perhaps needs some time)</h2>
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For the time being... sorry I'm still trying my best<br />all I could say is ...let me try... and</h2>
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Count On Me~~hugs*</h2>
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Yours Truly,</h2>
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Man of Impossibilities</h2>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804046931745445624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630665001895992097.post-26261269311709196592012-11-01T21:12:00.001-07:002012-11-01T21:12:11.844-07:00Zumba Babeh~~ @@<h2>
My life is really colorful... I have a set of things that I can do and here comes another one which popped out in my life... from nowhere. Recently I was brought to Zumba dancing class... and I was really bad at dancing. </h2>
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(tell you wat... I've never danced 24 years of my life) ~ =.=</h2>
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Ok... the story is like this... When I was brought into the class, I was really happy... because there were a lot of mirrors around the room so I can look at how have I been growing. And then there's this slim looking guy who happens to be the instructor, Alex too... came in and <i>pasang muzik</i>... and sooooo</h2>
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... the party began... (I thought.. this time I really die oledi)</h2>
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The starting part was quite slow... just need to go right put up hand.. go left put up hand.. and then ah, suddenly starship song came and they go *wiggle-wiggle* like 12/1beat and I got so tension that I looked to the left, my friend dancing so good, and I chose to look right.. another girl dancing so happily, I looked in front, another girl dancing like diva .. T_________T ~!!!<br />Finally I got no choice but to look behind.... the auntie look at me like "what u lookin at?"</h2>
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sigh... Why can't I dance yah....</h2>
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Yours Truly,</h2>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804046931745445624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630665001895992097.post-21223052195878591632012-10-26T12:46:00.001-07:002012-10-26T12:46:50.654-07:00A NiGhT in a LiFe~<h2>
"Artists are people who pays attention,</h2>
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in a few seconds to that particular lines,</h2>
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musics, and scenes which could touch </h2>
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people's heart"</h2>
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Perhaps I can consider myself a someone who's be able to grab and cherish every moment of happiness in my life. I would not forget this night in a Golf Course Resorts' hall, where my juniors had their course night ran. It was a hit, and I am thankful enough that it has made an entry of meanings in my life's diary.</h2>
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Watching my juniors in action, feels like I am really making an advancement in age... lol.. perhaps ... this is the process of aging? hahaha</h2>
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I have this brother who happened to be the president for tonight's dinner and his speech was delivered with shaking hands it reminds me of how I was during my first. By the way, it has a beauty that I see it as a human's nature. At least it was raw, unlike the well-versed performance which seems superficially beautiful, but... artificial. He did great =)</h2>
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All of my BrOthErs came in different packages and they have their own ways to shine. I think they made the whole table illuminates... well... its not that the others were not as good... but they are just too illuminating:</h2>
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A tall masculine guy with good looking outfit and great sense of humor</h2>
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A bright, fair guy with good looking body shape</h2>
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A big sized, cute and charming guy who could speak kelantanese</h2>
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A good looking guy with, maybe, poor sense of joke =P</h2>
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~~~ well ~~~</h2>
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They had a good theater presentation which made me laugh till my intestine turned upside down and I think it is dancing gangnam in there. Okay... there are a few complications here...</h2>
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An introduction to an angel was done using a hot meooooooowy dance... and suddenly a black knight appeared, angel fell in love, black knight wooooooshed away... angel very sad... Black knight appears to be a vampire then he planned to suck the angel's blood thus he went to find her... they did bollywood dance =.= ... then... the Black Knight's wife appeared, he slapped her away... then the angel's husband appeared and slapped the angel away... challenged the Black Knight to a duel... in the midst of fighting... the angel's husband said "oh... why my heartbeat so fas wan ah.... ohhh... " the Black Knight and angel's husband fell in love.... =.=</h2>
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well.... now I really have experienced the Absurdism Theater meant by Martin Esslin<span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 26.0pt; language: en-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: +mn-cs; mso-color-index: 1; mso-fareast-font-family: +mn-ea; mso-font-kerning: 12.0pt;"></span><span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 26.0pt; language: en-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: +mn-cs; mso-color-index: 1; mso-fareast-font-family: +mn-ea; mso-font-kerning: 12.0pt;"></span>... thanks to my juniors. You reminded me of something I have learnt and you have completed the fragment of learning.. giving live experience to it.</h2>
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Again, Congratulations to those who have succeeded tonight's dinner. Everything was, in the attendants view, a great success and we believe many tears and sweats have been shed upon it. Thus, this night, it is beautiful, and memorable.</h2>
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Yours Truly,</h2>
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Man of Impossibilities</h2>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804046931745445624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630665001895992097.post-77885940680784704632012-10-22T07:50:00.001-07:002012-10-22T07:59:24.798-07:00I am StuPiD<h2>
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Recently a friend of mine had told me about a tragic suicide of Amanda Todd due to the case of bully both in virtual and reality. Well of course, it started of in the virtual world when someone threatened her using her private pictures. She moved to another place away from the assault... but apparently threats went on and consequently it had to come to the suicidal attempts, which succeeded at last by hanging herself.</h2>
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I was raised in a village with a vast green field surrounding us... I was a whom people in the city might call stupid I guess... but we don't have all these problems and life was just as happy as it is ... </h2>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804046931745445624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630665001895992097.post-79869419407067713932012-10-18T08:31:00.001-07:002012-10-18T08:31:50.865-07:00Errrr....... Soli ah<h2>
Some of my flen say i write d blog veli deep... no ppl wil know</h2>
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I want to tel u hor.... my inglish not so deep lah... I also speak malaysia and write malaysia... </h2>
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<br />I was strolling down the faculty corridor then suddenly there's my junior, passing by, said <i>"eh bro, BI mcm martin luther, camne nak paham" </i>then there's this amoi said<i> "aiyo, need to write so chim (deep) meh?"</i>... and finally this bro <i>"dey macha, apa lu tulis saya sumo tatau la ..." </i></h2>
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aiyoo... kawan-kawan, i understand ur feeling la... becoz I is malaysia ppl.. but its literature class which changed me mah.... so I will hav to write like dat lor... </h2>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804046931745445624noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630665001895992097.post-62847266688333294352012-10-17T09:10:00.001-07:002012-10-17T09:10:32.091-07:00Long Time no SeE~~<h2>
Long time no see... </h2>
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the pads, giving life to music,</h2>
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the top, caressing your shoulder upon the blowing of soft wind</h2>
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before it landed... just like how you used to be </h2>
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Long time no see...</h2>
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You breathed music into my life ~ still... and always</h2>
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Yours Truly,</h2>
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Man of impossibilities </h2>
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I came upon something when I was browsing through some materials for my thesis. It kept me thinking over the nights, repeatedly applying it to what I have been through ...</h2>
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"The light comes before darkness"</h2>
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<i>I remember there is a story about a kid and an elder brother. The kid loved his brother very much, because he will always buy him something upon his return during the nights. Of course, we've been taught that something good must've been paid with something else. The elder brother apparently was a loan shark, one of the big fishes for the policemen.</i></h2>
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<i>"A flower will bloom, it then will fade..." </i></h2>
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<i>He lived a luxurious life, away from his family and his brother, but it went away very soon when his followers betrayed him... and when things are getting tensed from time to time, he started to take drugs. One day he was found unconscious on the floor over a suicidal attempt... bloods flowing... admitted to the ICU. The boy was really sad... </i></h2>
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Yours Truly,</h2>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804046931745445624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630665001895992097.post-8268382495454655472012-10-12T12:32:00.001-07:002012-10-12T12:33:25.984-07:00Bits of My Life...<h2>
An Abbot once told me a fascinating story about a little poor traveler who wandered into a jungle and eventually being chased by a wild elephant. Having no choice when he had come to a dead end, he jumps into a well in front of him....</h2>
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<i>"Everyone has their very own set of life story to tell. To me, My life is surrounded with loving people who made my life grow and I could never do anything enough to compensate those that they gave me. And they are...</i></h2>
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<i>My Father : Who gave up his entire life leisure to work for the family.</i></h2>
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<i> My Mother : Who gave up her youth age in raising me up as another youth.</i></h2>
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<i>My Eldest Brother : Whom I inherited the name "Alexander" from.</i></h2>
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<i>My Elder Sister : The one who would wake up 5 am in the morning to finish chores for my mom before going to work.</i></h2>
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<i>Buddy 1 : Having came out of closet you preserve the positive attitude and will always be there for your best buddies. </i></h2>
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<i>Buddy 2 : A masculine figure of a fine horse with perfect looking man. </i></h2>
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<i>Buddy 3 : A cheeky spectacle guy with many gestures (weird ones)</i></h2>
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<i>Buddy 4 : You have steady and dependable figure which is majestic looking.</i></h2>
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<i>I would've given up everything just to live a day knowing that you exist in this world... and that I'm not alone ~~"</i></h2>
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...<i> </i>down below the bottom of the well, there is a fierce crouching dragon attempting to catch the falling traveler. Just then, he managed to grab a vine from the wall of the well, but, only to know that there are a few mice gnawing it from the top. The traveler knows that he is going to die soon and felt extremely sad, just then, he felt something sweet in his mouth... looking up, there are drops of honey dripping from a flower. Surprisingly, he thought to himself... "delicious..." and continues to wait for more...</h2>
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<i>Carpe Diem~ </i>"Grab... the moment" ...</h2>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804046931745445624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630665001895992097.post-75300811367951854542012-10-10T10:46:00.003-07:002012-10-10T10:48:18.104-07:00The Untouchable~<h2>
Its a drizzling night when I stood outside, I resort to nothing associated to Walt Whitman...</h2>
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HuRliNg yourself to the nature~</h2>
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A little something about my humble self, I don't Blog. But the something that I've found should be written somewhere somehow. Thus, it is you, who I'm well aware that you are someone Untouchable...</h2>
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like the drops of rain which hits directly onto me, I can feel it...... but the moment I'm so drawn into touching it... its gone... unreasonably</h2>
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the Untouchable which made my world stop just to just have a look at you~</h2>
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Yours Truly,</h2>
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