tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14475202965000537742024-03-19T20:26:43.749+08:00RAwRWelcome back.Just Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10836172503283496947noreply@blogger.comBlogger206125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447520296500053774.post-54529607899083527212015-10-20T07:16:00.000+08:002015-10-20T07:16:46.569+08:00WhyWhy do people leave<br />
And take my heart with them?<br />
Does it bring them joy<br />
To know that my soul, bedlam<br />
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Were the stars not enough to keep you,<br />
The dizzying heights of bright<br />
Was the ice not slick, the cold not fright<br />
The Christmas tree, a bit too slight<br />
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Why do people cry<br />
It wrecks my sane facade<br />
I wish that we could talk it out<br />
Without the tears on the esplanade<br />
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Were the promises not enough to keep you<br />
Futures, the ones that won't come<br />
Could our unrelinquishing grip<br />
Exhausted ambitions, fingers gone numb<br />
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Why do people go<br />
While I'm all alone, cold<br />
Do they hear the crack<br />
The sigh<br />
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Of a chasm gone untold.<br />
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the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.</div>
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Do not ask me where is home,<br />
That is an answer I do not know.<br />
Is that the land I choose to go<br />
The starry nights far from my abode<br />
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Is it the culture that strives to be?<br />
The assimilation, desensitisation,<br />
De-nationalisation - Of my identity?<br />
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Is it the place where family is but,<br />
A past in the mirror, a future to come?<br />
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Why do I not know home?<br />
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Why do I not know home?<br />
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Why do I not know home?<br />
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Because home is not but a place,<br />
Where you are warm, where you are safe.<br />
Home is not but a place,<br />
Where you keep a job, your worries erased.<br />
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Home is in the heart,<br />
Of the valleys and springs,<br />
Traverse the cobbled path<br />
See what street lamps bring.<br />
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Home is where the stars whisper<br />
And the moon beckons.<br />
On the wispy gales of sleep,<br />
You're counting down the seconds -<br />
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The seconds to adventure,<br />
The minutes to knowledge,<br />
In the hour whence you've travelled,<br />
Ignorance has fled the gate.<br />
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Home is your whole world,<br />
Therein where your feet stand<br />
Past down the empty vineyards;<br />
Cathedrals; churchyards;<br />
You gain strength<br />
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Home is where you grow,<br />
Where humility is stowed.<br />
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Therein should my legs give way,<br />
Know this!<br />
That I'll always,<br />
Walk until I see the light of day.<br />
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<br />Just Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10836172503283496947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447520296500053774.post-3140151455883506452015-03-28T09:26:00.002+08:002015-03-28T09:26:56.305+08:00Oceans<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/aqsL0QQaSP4" width="560"></iframe><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;">I want you</span></div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Yeah I want you</div>
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And nothing comes close</div>
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To the way that I need you</div>
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I wish I can feel your skin</div>
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And I want you</div>
</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
From somewhere within</div>
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It feels like there's oceans</div>
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Between me and you once again</div>
</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
We hide our emotions</div>
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Under the surface and tryin' to pretend</div>
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But it feels like there's oceans</div>
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Between you and me</div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><br /></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
I want you</div>
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And I always will</div>
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I wish I was worth</div>
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But I know what you deserve</div>
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You know I'd rather drown</div>
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Than to go on without you</div>
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But you're pulling me down</div>
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It feels like there's oceans</div>
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Between you and me once again</div>
</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
We hide our emotions</div>
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Under the surface and try to pretend</div>
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But it feels like there's oceans</div>
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Between you and me</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
I want you</div>
</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
I want you</div>
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And always will</div>
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It feels like there's oceans</div>
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Between you and me</div>
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</span>Just Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10836172503283496947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447520296500053774.post-15872798871120814602014-06-22T23:51:00.001+08:002014-06-22T23:51:21.576+08:00Choices<div style="text-align: center;">
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"You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world,</div>
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but you do have some say in who hurts you.</div>
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I like my choices. "</div>
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- John Green,<i> The Fault in Our Stars</i></div>
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<b>Cassius:</b></div>
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"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,</div>
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But in ourselves, that we are underlings."</div>
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Julius Caesar (<i>I, ii, 140-141</i>)</div>
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Just Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10836172503283496947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447520296500053774.post-24416681926010978582014-06-16T01:17:00.001+08:002014-06-16T01:19:10.629+08:00My Coherence, My Insanity, My Clarity<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>"Our memory is our coherence,</i></div>
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<i>our reason,</i></div>
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<i>our feeling,</i></div>
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<i>even our action.</i></div>
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<i>Without it, we are nothing."</i></div>
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- Luis Bunuel</div>
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The past reverberates in the hollow halls of my heart.<br />
Every picture, every item, every moment.<br />
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You can never find love.<br />
It finds you, when you least expect it.<br />
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It guides you by the hand, patient yet firm<br />
Until the muddle you encounter in the murky depths of confusion<br />
Centrifuge into a point of clarity<br />
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Words said, actions done, yet affection was the glue that kept this ship from sinking<br />
We trudged on into the unknown abyss<br />
Eager yet contemplating<br />
Jumping yet afraid of falling<br />
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For the first time in my life, every second was magical.<br />
The simplest ramen dinners<br />
The Sunday mornings<br />
The cakes that lasted all afternoon and evening<br />
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I'd never want to turn away.<br />
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You asked me why I did it. Why of all days, why on the most important day.<br />
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I lied.<br />
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And you hurt.<br />
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And I said it was anger, that you were leaving.<br />
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And you hurt.<br />
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And I took it for granted.<br />
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And you hurt.<br />
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And I smashed it all.<br />
Justified my dank actions against a backdrop of self-pity.<br />
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And. You. Hurt.</div>
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Once you're gone you will be off to chase a lifetime of dreams encapsulated in a job that will bring you around the world.<br />
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I will never know what it will be like. I will be stuck here, alone, forlorn, living in a place you hate, hanging on to shreds of memories that once so beautiful, stink of regret and sadness<br />
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Now you're gone.<br />
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And I hurt.</div>
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<br />Just Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10836172503283496947noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447520296500053774.post-55723107045705766162014-06-07T04:34:00.000+08:002014-06-07T04:34:10.576+08:00RISKS<div style="text-align: center;">
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To laugh is to risk appearing the fool,</div>
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To weep is to risk being called sentimental.</div>
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To reach out to another is to risk involvement.</div>
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To expose feelings is to risk showing your true self.</div>
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To place your ideas and your dreams before the crowd is to risk being called naive.</div>
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To love is to risk not being loved in return,</div>
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To live is to risk dying,</div>
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To hope is to risk despair,</div>
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To try is to risk failure</div>
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But risks must be taken, because the greatest risk in life is to risk nothing.</div>
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The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing, and becomes nothing.</div>
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He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he simply cannot learn, feel, change, grow or love.</div>
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Chained by his certitude, he is a slave; he has forfeited his freedom.</div>
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Only the person who risks is truly free.</div>
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<br />Just Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10836172503283496947noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447520296500053774.post-65826571242513721122014-01-02T06:53:00.000+08:002014-01-02T06:58:20.610+08:00至少曾勇敢地爱过...<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">若没有当初那些错</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">我应该还不懂珍惜的理由</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">不甘寂寞 狂妄在人群里走过</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;">才认清爱的面孔</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">而你是风雨之后的彩虹</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">竟让自由漂流的我想停泊</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">所有经过 在别人眼中多荒谬</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">却是铺排着你我的邂逅</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">手颤抖 别惶恐 我陪你找回爱的节奏</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">路有多陡多折磨</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;">你依然有我的承诺</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17px;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">爱情 里头其实只有你和我</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">其他的认不认同都是泡沫</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">哪怕 再多负面形容 冷言嘲讽</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;">不该把爱的权利剥夺</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17px;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">爱情 里头真的只有你和我</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">就算是梦也至少曾拥有过</span></span></div>
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Just Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10836172503283496947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447520296500053774.post-7328499557096364292013-09-20T05:44:00.000+08:002013-09-20T05:44:14.151+08:00Youth<h3 style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 15px; text-align: center;">
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Just Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10836172503283496947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447520296500053774.post-56086539798835347962013-09-02T09:07:00.004+08:002013-09-02T09:07:52.804+08:00The Quantifiable Absence<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Loss is quantifiable. </div>
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The absence of the stimuli for a loss is quantifiable. </div>
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Because if the stimuli to be lost is inherent, thereafter the presence of the absence denotes a loss even if the stimuli was never present.<br /><div>
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*<i>and when I say quantifiable, I mean it in the loosest sense possible. Obviously certain losses cannot be expressed in numerical terms, pffft. You know that, silly</i>*</div>
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I went back to Malaysia a few months ago. Apparently it takes me six months and an 'Ah ha!' moment (<i>ala</i> Oprah) in the shower at 1 in the morning to actually make head or tails of my emotional experience. </div>
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Growing up, I've always felt a sadness within me, and I couldn't explain it which made it even worse, because it meant that I couldn't fix whatever was bothering me. </div>
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It was depressing. My teenage years were a cacophony vortex of hormones and tears. Well, mostly tears - the hormones didn't do much of a job and I'm still stuck in a 5'6'' gangly frame and probably will be for the rest of my life. Wa-hay to me! Knowing Malaysia, the heat made it unbearable. At times I felt like the humidity was the force propping up the four walls that held me captive. </div>
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Blood dotted my bedsheets as claustrophobia crept up and I'd itch to free myself. Maybe my body thought that shedding physical skin would offer respite to the psychological strangulation I was experiencing. Anyhow it just made the nights longer, drearier, scarier - as shadows danced against the backlit walls, leaving me with the heaviness of my thoughts. </div>
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Sleep eluded me for the most part.</div>
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After coming to the UK things started looking up. That's when I realised, I could never go back. If I did, it would kill me inside.</div>
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See, returning to Malaysia gave me a damning reality check. As much as I love and miss my parents, my family, my friends, the hurt I've always felt stemmed from a loss that I never even had, let alone lost:</div>
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<i>Freedom.</i></div>
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Not just the relinquish of parental control, but more of absolute freedom. I was physically disabled to a car. I did not have the option of just packing and going. Even then, where would I go? Nowhere appealed to me. </div>
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<i>Mired in solitude. </i></div>
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It scares me. I remember lying in my old bed staring at the ceiling - and it felt like nothing has changed at all. It felt like the past three years in a foreign land was just a wishful dream. </div>
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<i>And that feeling was even worse.</i></div>
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A man born blind will always be missing the piece within himself of never seeing the gloriousness of a rainbow. Turn a man blind and he will pine for that missing piece - for the rest of his life. </div>
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<b><i>"What greater torture there is than that which was once held but now forever gone?"</i></b></div>
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Just Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10836172503283496947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447520296500053774.post-66398022017624550932013-08-15T05:37:00.000+08:002013-08-15T05:37:05.107+08:00The Avoidance of TomFuckeryI will be myself<br />
Speak the truth<br />
Mind my manners<br />
For fear of sounding uncouth<br />
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I will not judge<br />
On appearance, culture, religion or race<br />
Nor ahold to stereotypes<br />
Ne'er an individual demarcate<br />
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Lest there be squabbles or tombitchery about<br />
Shall my head keep cool<br />
My voice serene and sound<br />
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Lest there be imbeciles or tomfuckeries about<br />
Oh bloody hell,<br />
Lets get the boxing gloves out.<br />
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For see, my friend<br />
A lesser stature, an inglorious face<br />
A rotund waistline<br />
Dost not giveth the right to spew idiotic idioms<br />
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Whose stupidity hides the careless maintenance of a mane<br />
Half chopped, half chewed - I honestly couldn't say<br />
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Dost thee speak so loudest<br />
To hide the fact of other equipment, rather modest?<br />
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Dost thee strut around similar to an arrogant fowl<br />
A foible fully festooned to the fables of a fool?<br />
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'What an idiot!' I must say<br />
A jerk, a prick, a tool, a wanker<br />
'Off with him!' I'm tempted to exclaim<br />
A tosser, a chav, a slapdick thot<br />
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Theresee children, for all is right in the world<br />
As tomfooleries about<br />
The hell they fucking around!<br />
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Say nay a word of evil, nor do a deed of harm<br />
Until the male ratchet frat come and get you<br />
Screw them till they scream for their mom.<br />
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<br />Just Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10836172503283496947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447520296500053774.post-53122543247545325242013-04-08T01:35:00.001+08:002013-04-08T01:35:11.984+08:00Nice Person<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'd like to think of myself as a nice person</div>
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One with a kind heart, who will do the right thing</div>
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But would I still be nice</div>
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If no one thought I was?</div>
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Will I still be kind</div>
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If my deeds go unappreciated?</div>
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In life, are we defined by the image of ourselves</div>
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Can we change who we are, who we want to be</div>
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And be satisfied with it;</div>
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Or are we just a product of definition?</div>
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Just Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10836172503283496947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447520296500053774.post-10000839561154605562013-03-19T07:39:00.001+08:002013-03-19T07:39:56.459+08:00The Make Up, the Break Up and Everything In BetweenI realise it had been quite awhile since I've posted up any ramblings onto this site. Mostly it's incoherent poems, unimaginative plagiarism of lyrics and what-not.<br />
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Perhaps I've finally felt a need to put paper to pen and immortalise my emotions in writing rather than through an inconsequential whiff of speech that decidedly falls on deaf eyes. At least this way, I'll have a way of retaining my thoughts.<br />
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Today, I made a bet to myself, to the Universe, to the Blue Fairy - Whoever calls me first actually cares or retains some form of feeling <strike>similar to love</strike> for me. Needless to say, I lost the bet. (<i>That'll teach me to put in all my chips at one go!</i>)<br />
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I expected it, really. But to be given a harsh slap of reality is a bitter medicine that no amount of sugar can make go down - you just gotta grit your teeth and swallow the mofo.<br />
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Maybe it's karma. Maybe it's bad juju. Maybe it's just life.<br />
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To be honest, I think I got into many relationships the wrong way. I've always presented this façade of who I WANT to be. How many have actually seen who I AM.<br />
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I'm not the trendy whippersnapper with the glistening quiff and gorgeous wardrobe, attending raves and parties all over metropolitan cities. I not the person everybody wants to invite out, that gatherings revolve about, the fun buddy everyone adores. I can't dance, can barely bring myself to raise my arms, let alone do the dougie and actually look cool doing it.<br />
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I've struggled all my life with my looks, my skin, my weight, my clothes, my social skills. I struggle to make friends, to keep friends, or to maintain a semblance of healthy acquaintanceship. Heck, when someone told me the other day that they wish they had hair like mine, I nearly cried!<br />
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I'VE NEVER HAD NICE HAIR.<br />
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Says a lot doesn't it.<br />
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Ending the relationship was tough. Finding someone who could tolerate my fickle moods was near to impossible, yet the person managed to do it, if so for a limited period of time.<br />
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Yet deep down , I knew that the relationship was based on a lie. I did not have the capability to be something the person wanted. I'm not hip or cool, I had barely any connections in this foreign land and would always be the wallflower at the party. I put my career first, I work hard, I was in an isolated area that made building a social life very difficult.<br />
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In the end, it just gets to you. Especially if you put a lot of emphasis into living the night scene.<br />
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Tiresome. That's what it became. Tedious, drawn out.<br />
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At least to the other person.<br />
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I knew the year was tough, and it was. Because of that, we didn't even last 12 months.<br />
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'I came with nothing, I'll leave with nothing'<br />
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That statement rings hollow, resounding in the empty chambers of my forlorn heart. I came with nothing, left with something and gave up even more.<br />
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But no more. No more.<br />
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It's over. We're through.<br />
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Sometimes I wish I could turn the clock back, save me all this heartache. Return to the pessimist that scoffed at love, the sadist that enjoyed the pain of solitude, the mourner that grieved the death of a emotion.<br />
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But I can't, and I won't.<br />
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What we created were memories. Happy, sad - I can't deny that they'll form the person I will be in the future. We learn, we grow; We live, we die.<br />
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All I can say is, thank you for the time.<br />
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Thank you for the experiences.<br />
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Thank you for the memories.<br />
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Now, it's time to wake up<br />
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and move on. </div>
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I'm wide awake.</div>
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<br />Just Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10836172503283496947noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447520296500053774.post-90940129231892589552013-03-09T06:28:00.000+08:002013-03-09T17:05:02.149+08:00Spring Summer Autumn Winter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Spring</b> taught me,<br />
That there'll always be a chance to grow<br />
Should I be willing to nurture<br />
Culture<br />
An inherent goodness<br />
And, like the rolling pastures,<br />
Dew drop flowers<br />
Beauty emerges from the muddiest depths<br />
To clad the wispy mists<br />
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<b>Summer</b> lectured me,<br />
On the voraciousness of infatuation<br />
The fiery heat of passion<br />
To inculcate the ecstasy of life<br />
To never lose my sense of<br />
Freedom<br />
Adventure<br />
Imagination<br />
Love<br />
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<b>Autumn</b> took my hand,<br />
Led me up<br />
Ever-changing glades of emotions<br />
And therein I understand<br />
Of loss<br />
Of found<br />
Of something gained<br />
Of forfeiture<br />
Should the crisp air burn my lungs<br />
Would the soft rays ease my skin<br />
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<b>Winter</b> sat me down,<br />
And there I cried<br />
On a frosty throne in the midst<br />
My tears froze, for it did not let me<br />
Did not understand<br />
Being alone, is not loneliness<br />
To disconnect, is not to isolate<br />
To never lose sight<br />
Of what's inside<br />
Should my heart be warm<br />
Even while my chest freezes over<br />
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I learned of cycles<br />
Of joy and pain<br />
I learned of waves<br />
Of need and naught<br />
I learned that life<br />
And death's not far<br />
I learned that fate<br />
Matches destiny, bizarre<br />
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Winter graduated me<br />
With a scar on my chest<br />
Spring let me in<br />
And laid a butterfly to rest<br />
On this weary soul<br />
And now I know<br />
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For I am but a student<br />
In this four seasons of existence<br />
Should I ever fail,<br />
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<i>*Get up*</i><br />
<i>*Straighten those shoulders*</i><br />
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Shall the wind be there to listen.</div>
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<br />Just Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10836172503283496947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447520296500053774.post-78315158127630860282013-02-23T18:11:00.000+08:002013-02-23T18:34:18.379+08:00Party up the sorrow 'til tomorrow morning happens<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Devils used to be gods,</div>
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Angels that fell from the top</div>
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Despaired and forlorn</div>
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Wings shed and sworn</div>
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To doom, to dance in the fires of Hell</div>
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To laugh, and cry trickles of blood</div>
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To pine for, a glory that never was</div>
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To endure, a suffering that'll never be lost.</div>
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I will not be a mannequin.</div>
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The ego banish it.</div>
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The roof's on fire.</div>
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Lets burn down the Vatican.<br />
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Party up the sorrow 'til tomorrow morning happens.<br />
We pledge allegiance to the DJ put your hands up.</div>
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And we danced.</div>
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And we cried.</div>
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And we laughed </div>
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And had a really really really good time.</div>
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Take my hand.</div>
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Lets have a blast.</div>
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And remember this moment for the rest of our lives.</div>
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Yes.</div>
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Lets remember this moment for the rest of our lives.</div>
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<br />Just Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10836172503283496947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447520296500053774.post-2849461606895093702013-02-12T00:00:00.000+08:002013-02-12T00:06:33.387+08:00Shake It Off<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Regrets collect like old friends</div>
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Here to relive your darkest moments</div>
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I can see no way, I can see no way</div>
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And all of the ghouls come out to play</div>
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And every demon wants his pound of flesh</div>
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But I like to keep some things to myself</div>
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I like to keep my issues strong</div>
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It's always darkest before the dawn</div>
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And I've been a fool and I've been blind</div>
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I can never leave the past behind</div>
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I can see no way, I can see no way</div>
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I'm always dragging that horse around</div>
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Our love is pastured such a mournful sound</div>
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Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground</div>
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So I like to keep my issues strong</div>
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But it's always darkest before the dawn</div>
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'Cause I am done with my graceless heart</div>
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So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart</div>
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'Cause I like to keep my issues strong</div>
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It's always darkest before the dawn</div>
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And it's hard to dance with the devil on your back </div>
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And given half the chance would I take any of it back</div>
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It's a final mess but it's left me so empty</div>
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It's always darkest before the dawn</div>
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And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't</div>
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So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road</div>
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And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope</div>
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It's a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat</div>
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Looking for heaven, for the devil in me</div>
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Just Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10836172503283496947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447520296500053774.post-81451264518137406692013-01-01T06:20:00.001+08:002013-01-01T06:20:28.375+08:00Goodbye, my friend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Dear 2012,</div>
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We started out with something good,</div>
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Cheers,</div>
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To many more to come</div>
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<br />Just Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10836172503283496947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447520296500053774.post-13471303271317598232012-10-12T07:22:00.001+08:002012-10-12T07:24:20.810+08:00Don't You Worry Child<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There was a time, I used to look into my father's eyes</div>
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In a happy home, I was a king I had a golden throne</div>
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Those days are gone, now the memories are on the wall</div>
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I hear the songs, from the places where I was born</div>
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Up on the hill, across the blue lake,</div>
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That's where I had my first heartbreak</div>
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I still remember how it all changed</div>
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My father said</div>
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Don't you worry, don't you worry child</div>
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See heaven's got a plan for you</div>
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Just Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10836172503283496947noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447520296500053774.post-45814312897851523842012-10-02T07:39:00.000+08:002012-10-02T07:39:45.231+08:00Fresh Off The Boat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>"Oh, you have a new Chinese guy? Where's the old one, what happened to him?"</i><br />
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He's gone off to sit for his exams<br />
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<i>"So the new Chinese guy is to replace him?"</i><br />
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Yes, he's our new pre-reg student<br />
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<i>"These Chinese, they're all over the place aren't they? Taking over everything!"</i><br />
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Yes<br />
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Yes yes yes. Yes, we 'Chinese' are taking over everything. We're coming over in our derelict junks in mass emigration droves to escape an oppressive, abusive government for the prospect of a land where the streets are paved in gold. The White Man's land.<br />
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I expected the pharmacy to be the last place I'd ever hear such a thing.<br />
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It's hurtful in a way that these people don't understand the amount of professionalism, education, time, money, qualification and skill that has to be put into the job. Instead of a badge of merit, all they see is a skin of colour.<br />
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I'd close one eye for the sake of that man's age (he's probably from an older generation mired in a segregation-al way of thinking), yet it's heart wrenching when you hear racist comments being thrown about as casually as boobs at a Madonna concert, no matter how much thick skin you think you've grown.<br />
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Growing up in a world with ever-increasing dissolution of borders made possible by the Internet and ease of travel, being small-minded and bigoted is definitely no means to survive. Maybe it's naivety or the fact that I don't see it as a problem, I do get surprised at the amount of hostility shown by human beings to one another over something as trifle as race.<br />
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If you do as they do, you're branded as one who has given up their own identity to curry favour with another nation - a traitor to tradition.<br />
Remain as you are, and you'll probably be the stupid chink behind the counter with the weird accent no one can be bothered to understand.<br />
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And in my job, you need to get people to listen.<br />
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Sadistically, I do get an awful jolt of glee, especially in a country that prides itself so much on freedom, democracy, equality and merit. At the end of the day, it is this system, YOUR system, that enabled me to do what I do today. It's pathetic to think that so many abuse the system to live on benefits and handouts, or wallow in their own pride refusing 'demeaning' jobs thereby depleting the workforce, and foreign nationals have to step in to do what you don't want to do.<br />
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And then the blame game continues, a vicious cycle.<br />
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So let's be clear. I provide a professional service that took a considerable sum of money in education and living expenses to obtain the credentials for. I work hard, I am polite, I am law-abiding, I pay taxes.<br />
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In short, I do my job. A job I earned.<br />
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And you have no right to demean me for doing so.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #282828; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20.71666717529297px;"><i>Sir Andrew Green, Migration Watch chairman, said migrants from the eight former Soviet-bloc countries which joined the EU eight years ago, including from Poland, Slovakia and Lithuania, "tended to be disproportionately <b>young</b>, <b>well-educated</b>, <b>prepared to work for low wages</b> and <b>imbued with a strong work ethic</b>".</i></span><br />
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It's funny how those qualities are represented to be a negative thing in this context. It's times like these you really wonder what the hell is going on with the world.<br />
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<br />Just Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10836172503283496947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447520296500053774.post-38007270464885171672012-09-24T14:27:00.000+08:002012-09-24T14:27:33.368+08:00Paths<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"A single rose can be my garden; A single friend, my world."</div>
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-Leo Buscaglia</div>
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I'm glad that our paths in life crossed.</div>
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Just Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10836172503283496947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447520296500053774.post-4330704303802362752012-09-14T08:02:00.000+08:002012-09-14T08:02:51.375+08:00Revolting<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We'd crash and burn,<br />
Like angels did in Revelation,<br />
God forbid our star would shine,<br />
Our fate turned.<br />
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Gazes, gazes, gazes,<br />
To me to you.<br />
Ne'er did they met the eye,<br />
Appalling, atrocious, unpleasant.<br />
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Wonder thereof,<br />
The problem within.<br />
Is it me is it you?<br />
Is it them.<br />
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Chitter chatter<br />
Splitter splatter<br />
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Tick tock<br />
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Tick tock</div>
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Tick tock</div>
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Goodbye, farewell,<br />
Sayonara, do not dwell.<br />
Merciless<br />
Forgetful<br />
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Whisk a-whash<br />
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Away we go.<br />
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<br />Just Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10836172503283496947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447520296500053774.post-36062292812384303632012-09-10T02:25:00.000+08:002012-09-10T02:25:21.639+08:00Vanilla Twilight<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The stars lean down to kiss you,<br />
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And I lie awake and miss you.</div>
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Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere.</div>
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Just Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10836172503283496947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447520296500053774.post-21210367384813306282012-09-06T07:23:00.000+08:002012-09-06T07:28:26.428+08:00Food For Thought<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">an·ger </span></b><i><span style="color: red;"> /ˈaNGgər/</span></i><br />
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Noun: A strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, or hostility.<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>Anger</b></span>. We've all had it. Whether it be the slight irritant of something not done just right, up to the furious amalgamation of modesty outraged. Anger.</div>
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A primal human emotion.</div>
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When a person gets angry, they outwardly turn in to themselves. They may direct their rage at somebody else, at an object, by physical means or through a psychological barrage. They may materialise their displeasure or bury it under layers of civility. Each expression of anger varies. It differs between individuals, it differs within individuals. </div>
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And yet, in this day and age, what does it bring us? </div>
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At some point in our lives, we've been angry, but not directed at the right thing, not at the right time, not at the right place. We may be angry with our boss, nevertheless to keep the job, we lash out at our friends, children, pets, partners. Everything may be going wrong, yet we choose to silently curse at the young girl who took a tad bit longer with the cashier. </div>
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Anger poisons us. </div>
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It may serve its purpose by giving us what we want in the short term. But anger, constant fury, will only blight whatever sense of enjoyment we were entitled to own at a certain time. </div>
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I feel that anger nowadays is misunderstood. </div>
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We have replaced true anger with petty feelings of jealousy, with impatience, with squabbles. True anger empowers us to rise against injustice. 'Anger' today serves its selfish purpose of making its wielder the centre of attention. </div>
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And when that doesn't happen as planned, we get 'angrier'.</div>
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We get 'angry' at the colleague who ignores us when we see them on the high street. We get 'angry' when the signal on our mobiles go off. We get 'angry' when our Facebook is peppered with game invites and reposts. </div>
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We get 'angry'. Period.</div>
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Inadvertently though, instead of a tough empowered will to right what is wrong, our silly issues turn us into niggling hens that squawk, that boister and push, eventually settling down into the humdrum of pecking at sand, while that little period of hoo-hah kills us a little more inside. </div>
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Our 'anger' gives us the opportunity to be rude and obnoxious in our pretentious world held together by a common, fragile social law. Our 'anger' allows us, for that split second, to break away from tradition and truly be ourselves - </div>
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To be self-centered big-headed bigots.</div>
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Which funnily enough, is perfectly natural.<br />
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And so, it begs to ask the question. Has our civilisation really reduced us 'intellectual' beings into creatures of low morals and morale; or has it suppressed our primal instinct to make ourselves a priority, when society today prides itself so much on sacrificing, giving and making others feel comfortable in a decorated decorum of niceties?</div>
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Is our 'anger' a form of 'evolution' born from the quintessential need for self-sovereignty that is being severely suppressed by the dictatorship of intellect?<br />
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Are people nowadays behaving worse because society expects us to be nicer?</div>
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Just Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10836172503283496947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447520296500053774.post-12302134511505665592012-08-24T14:28:00.002+08:002012-08-24T14:29:34.887+08:00I stomped the earth<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">I stomped the earth,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">I screamed out loud.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">I looked around,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">Nobody did come.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">I stomped the earth,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">I seethed in rage.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">I threw a fit,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">None a battered eyelid.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">I stomped the earth,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">I climbed the stairs.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">I reached the top,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">Nobody cared.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;">I stomped the earth,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">I tripped on a step.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">I cried out in pain,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">All in vain.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">I stomped the earth,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">But alas I couldn't.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">For the feet that gave me strength,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">At last they've wounded.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">And when the dust cleared,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">I see the stinging eyes,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">Red with forlorn;</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">The burning noses,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">Runny with disappointment.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">I see the scratched skin,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">Sore with abuse;</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">I see the parched throats,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">Weary from thirst.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">I stomped the earth,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">But all I raised.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">Was soil that hurt,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">And blinding dust.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">And for that, I want to stomp the earth,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">For it gives me strength.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">But I won't anymore,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">A horrid cycle of addiction.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">I'll stomp the earth,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">One last time;</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">For memory's sake.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">For retribution, fate.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">But shall ne'er I stomp again,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">For it hurts those</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">That has taken the liberty,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">To stand around me.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">For it hurts those,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">That has taken the faith,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">To wait for me.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">For it hurts those,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">That has taken the trust,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">To befriend me.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">For it hurts those,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">And it blinds me.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">For dirt stirred,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">Does nothing but to choke and cloud your vision.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;">Never again.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
Just Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10836172503283496947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447520296500053774.post-67149341078613526702012-06-14T11:19:00.001+08:002012-06-14T11:19:51.714+08:00Human NatureNeed, want.<br />
Require.<br />
Survival, pride.<br />
Satisfaction.<br />
<br />
I could have everything yet nothing at all.<br />
I could have nothing and everything at the same time.<br />
<br />
Need/ Want.<br />
Need : Want.<br />
Need = <strike>Want</strike><br />
Need to want.<br />
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What it needs is to want less, what it wants is to need less.<br />
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Thereafter, peace = inner, outer, transcendental.<br />
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Thereafter, a chance for happiness.<br />
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Thereafter, a reason to smile.<br />
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<br />Just Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10836172503283496947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1447520296500053774.post-44779516002406853242012-02-12T06:58:00.005+08:002012-02-12T07:17:32.818+08:00Whatever<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimuK7tL4kIpKGfgIrmX9szqfAVvzm76msAEvLOBYBpfJNNhScBJItKRV-AaKDzeJwxKkSPy7EhIDvMEjM-t0w8uHPhxHGFd7c-C3rPKO8sOU4Tsp0RBFRh6Znci1gVHTYLoinbCpqnjfI/s1600/santana%20rolling%20her%20eyes.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimuK7tL4kIpKGfgIrmX9szqfAVvzm76msAEvLOBYBpfJNNhScBJItKRV-AaKDzeJwxKkSPy7EhIDvMEjM-t0w8uHPhxHGFd7c-C3rPKO8sOU4Tsp0RBFRh6Znci1gVHTYLoinbCpqnjfI/s1600/santana%20rolling%20her%20eyes.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">No point asking me something when you already know my answer.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Greece,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Switzerland,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Venice, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Rome,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Germany.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You know I'd consider you first.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But it's not like you'd ever do the same for me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Please, whatever.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Just Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10836172503283496947noreply@blogger.com0