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i'm merely pathetic
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Dec 14, 2010 11:40 am
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there are things we have control of
and there are things that we do not
learn not to sulk when things dont go by the book
save yourself from ill feelings that would make you crook
stand back and watch yourself
observe how your cards are dealt
have you not learnt any from the past
when you retract seemingly aghast
step out ... make your baby steps
crawl if you must for you can not leap
find your happy place
look back and re-trace
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and i quote ...
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Dec 10, 2010 1:06 pm
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we are the Maria, the Terrence, the Ralf Hart
we are the Milan, the Yugoslav, the Filipina named Nyah
in the midst of surfeit abfuscation
we all want one thing in common ... redemption
tho most of us have severe attitude
we are all subjected to life's vicissitudes
whatever is our purpose of existence in life
we all want to be treated special and be loved
therefore, i guote ...
"All my life i thought of love as some kind of voluntary enslavement. Well, that's a lie: freedom only exists when love is present. The person who gives him or herself wholly, the person who feels freest, is the person who loves most wholeheartedly. And the person who loves wholeheartedly feels free." (an excerpt from Maria's diary)
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"I'm teaching you because i discovered something I didn't know before. The giving of gifts. Giving something important rather than asking. You have my treasure: the pen with which I wrote dowm some of my dreams. I have your treasure: the carriage of a train, part of you childhood that you did not live. I carry with me part of your past, and you carry with you a little of my present." (conversation between Maria and Ralf Hart)
quoted from the book Eleven Minutes
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almost real
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Dec 5, 2010 1:15 pm
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on my shoulder, your head i tilt
it's not broad, but it's a long trip
hand gently stroking your shiny hair
other hand on your lap ... oh what lovely pair
silence we enjoy, words need not be spoken
hearts beating in unison, in almost perfect rhythm
kisses to your forehead, to your eyes, to your cheek
you tilt your head, i oblige to kiss your lips
gentle, tender, luscious
i shiver, almost delirious
time with you is so precious
the dream is getting onerous
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uncontrollable thoughts
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Nov 28, 2010 11:53 am
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fresh, crispy air on the last week of spring
i find myself getting back to the old swing
a two kilometre jog then a ten kilometre bike ride
trying to empty my thoughts with every single stride
on the left is a calm, tranquil river
on the right, wetlands where birds gather
so peaceful, so serene, so tiring it may seem
but i powered on with nature as part of my team
was i successful in emptying my mind
i'd say i was not, more things i find
without digging deep, they just surfaced out
so i concentrated on full energy burn out
tired, but depleted i was not
exhausted perhaps, i laid on my mat
thoughts keep coming again and again as i lay
tho situps was the intention to end my day
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gone but not forgotten
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Nov 26, 2010 11:52 pm
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gone were the days when i received comments in rhyme
gone were the days when in fff you spent a lot of time
gone were the days when you were the much love moderator
gone were the days when you chatted with your brother
tho those days were gone, another chapter would emerge
from net to reality, our eyes would soon engage
i can still remember when i said, "in due time"
that time will soon come, the pleasure will be mine
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always in my dreams
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Nov 25, 2010 11:23 am
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a well defined nose, a well shaped brows
elongated face, wrinkles hath no place
dark black hair cascading over your head
the window to your soul ain't bad at all
a good set of teeth, natural and unbleached
a simple smile, yet a smile to die for
looking like a model of a product ad
a toothpaste, a soap, a shampoo for dandruff
a tiny part reminds me of cindy
not the fastfood but the model, that is
i know it's a long long shot and beyond comparison
but it's my dream ... and in my dream you were born
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excited ?
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Nov 16, 2010 12:07 pm
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excitement is slowly building up
heading north east of my map
over kilometers of land and sea
very little to take as i pack lightly
no doubt, anxiety is also within me
not being around for years a plenty
catching up with friends and relatives
days aren't enough for the caring i'd receive
places to go to and great food to eat
halo halo and siopao are my only treat
my mouth is watering with this craving
tell me a place where i should be heading
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halo halo
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Nov 10, 2010 12:05 pm
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every excitement is paired with anxiety
could one meet the other's expectancy
there are people pleasers
there are those who dont care
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a snippet of madness
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Nov 10, 2010 11:16 am
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i felt drained in the last few weeks
and it's not even about beating any meat
things could sometimes get overwhelming
and by golly, it almost sent me into resigning
it was not the first time i acted on impulse
it didn't matter in the past whether true or false
i was and still am stubborn as a mule
never was / am i seen to be any cool
i have mellowed over the years
no longer afraid to shed any tears
generally, an emotional person
best known for egg shell retraction
guarded at times to avoid hurt
but in being guarded, others get hurt
i always hear, do things in moderation
but who's the judge when it comes to a relation
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melbourne cup
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Nov 1, 2010 2:35 pm
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i'd be on sidetrack to watch the sport of kings
a trainer aiming for his 13th unprecedented winning
it is dubbed as the 'race that stops the nation'
if i was a betting man, i'd bet my yen in millions
premiers, ministers, executives, datus, and sheiks
employees, sparkies, chippies, commoners, and punting freaks
all equal in the eyes of a well trained bookie
who'd put in a smile as he gladly takes your money
gamblers or not, first timers' luck
fingers crossed, wishing the winner we back
there'd be losers ... there'd be winners
there'd be sulkers ... there'd be grinners
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