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I'm sick of the screaming. Bloody fucking nonsense. It doesn't make sense, and it doesn't serve any purpose besides making everyone more agitated. So what's the point? I have to get out.

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Being angry is tiring...I see it in so many people and I myself try to keep it in most of the time. But sometimes it just creeps in...

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I cried today, with no reasonable explanation besides I had to. Don't you love the holidays...

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Not how I wanted to start today. The sad thing about the people we love is that we undeniably put the highest expectations of them. Looking at your life, the people who can rile you up the most are most probably your loved ones: parents, siblings, girlfriend, wife, children, etc. And this is not the "I want to scream," angry I am speaking of. It's more towards, "Why do you hate me so??? If I

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Hello void. It has been a while since I've spoken. It's been a while that I 've encountered anything substantial to speak about. I was going to submit a film review. Alas, the motivation was missing. Regardless today, this entry will pose as my dream diary. And as good dream diary entries go, it would require a title. Today's title would be "I want to slap my nephew"Before anyone goes on a tirade

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Give and take. That's the plan.

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It's raining, finally. Every year I wait for the rain. For a reason I do not know. Something about it calms me down, telling me that everything is going to be allright. I always loved the rain. Think of it as nature's washing machine...or a de-congestant. Here's to another year, great void.You know those people who are always looking for problems. I mean they can never be truly happy. Sure

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District 9 ReviewIt has been a while since I've written a movie review. It's been a while since I've seen a movie that moved me to ponder a long time after. Mind you, I watched a copy that did not have the subtitled translations for the aliens' speech. Surprisingly I still enjoyed the film. When you begin to watch it, you will find yourself hating or maybe irritated by the main actor Wikus,

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Pride. Everyone has it. Everyone. But sometimes, you might forget. C'est la vie.

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Hey everyone, I'm helping someone do a simple survey. Won't take a minute...well depends on ur ability to read i guess so go on to the link, and spread the word if u can.http://spreadsheets.google.com/viewform?hl=en&formkey=dGpYR2xOQmdJWFRwMFJiYm5kUVRRdEE6MA

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I'm overworked, underpaid, under-appreciated and unintelligible. But somehow, I feel blessed. Wonder why....

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I'm tired, so fucking tired.

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I do not know how to say this besides how it is. A guitar string broke today. The 6th. It seems to be a sign of impending doom in my pursuit to conceive a skill in creating music. Sure, there are 5 more strings, but each does not signify a life; 5 out of 6. You need all 6 to play it. Instead it is now 1 piece short of a whole and thus cannot live on. Of course it can be repaired, but this begs

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Every single endeavour we undertake, out of passion and not our abnormal human quirks, we perform with the slight consciousness that it would affect the future of our genetic line. We seek knowledge, we pray and preach, we take risks with our wealth and our lives, not for any rational self-benefit but with hope that the descendants of our kind may live in a better world. We fight our wars, of

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empty . every conversation sucks me dry . words free of emotion . why do you insist . why do you toy

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Time, the only true fluidthat exists on this world.The only thing that flowsand flows, and flows.Yet we attempt to stallthis force with mere thoughts,memories embedded inour hearts and mind.Images captured in episodes of jest.Life divided, as you remembertime you had your first/time you had your last/time that broke you down/time that you were lifted up/time you took that step/time you had to

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I had a thought today. And you know how powerful thoughts can be. It can fill your mind with such joy, brilliance, or hatred. Waiting for my afternoon class, I had felt an awful feeling at the pit of my stomach, as cliché-d as this sounds. I was agitated, my mind was going in leaps, skipping the important parts that could have let me in the loop. No reason, at least none I could figure out. It

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I look into the mirror, and see changes that have confounded my visage, minute traces of me have  disappeared each day i wake. Who is this person staring blankly back at me? I see lines, blemishes, contours, unfamiliar. He raises his hand to the glass and I mimic him. Who are you I ask? No expression. His voice pervades my mind, much too easily."We're the same, you and I," His voice does not

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The Day The World Moved Without Me1 callthe bookswaywet peapodwatermelon kidsicy-cool ridecoffee doesn't keep me awake for Nobodywhite belts and fashion sensefucillimetrowords unspokenWandadictationlost (and found)1 call

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It has relatively been a good year. And my new year's resolution has been the same for a while. Well, it hasn't failed on me yet. So here's to the new year. Cheers!

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Due warning, this post maybe slightly morbid to some so if you do not wish to think of death or anything which entails it, you should move away from this site. -Recent events, within this year perhaps, have been tough for some persons around me. It has come to a point that a sort of trend has developed in which i have unconsciously grown accustomed to receiving the untimely messages. It is sad to

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Oh my fuckin.....its December already. 2009 here we come. With the new year comes a new flood of movies rolling into the box office. Woohoo! If you're sadly out of the movie circle, fret not. Here is a list of awesome movies coming your way:Watchmen(awesome graphic novel, adaptation)Spirit (boring comic, adaptation, but go see the trailer. yumm!)X-men Origins: Wolverine (Gambit alert)Coraline (

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Dear Void, I have a confession to make. I think I'm in love..with this girl. Her name's Adriana. She's awesomely adorable and amazingly sweet. You feel like holding on to her and never letting go. Her brother manhandled me just for staring at her. Well, it was hard not to. Times like this I feel that God swt still remembers me, allowing me to be in her presence, patting my back and telling me, Be

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Sometimes...The things that attempt to cause a loss make you remember what you've gained.Temporary amnesia is a stupid excuse Bobby...greens and whites, greens and whites..

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Just so you know, I will not be that guy.

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-Memorylog: [Postdated:101008] Startlog: Entry Codes:[tardy/], [lighten/], [turk/], [trump/], [lemon/], [greencard/], [3rdTLuck/], [crumble/], [rock/], [mercedes/], [float/], [raspnut/], [edge/], [rosered/], [stars/], [break/], [clock/], [oldtimes/], [music/], [calm/].Notes: "GoodDay"Endlog; Save on exit -

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This evening I had performed my inaugural visit to the center of my ethnic pride, Geylang Serai. One step into the place and I just couldn't wait to get out. It was a long 4 hours and only 3 words had been implanted into my head: "Satay Goreng Mentah" A direct English translation is of course: 'Raw Fried Satay'. If you didn't notice the oxymoron there...well, that is just sad. But only in a

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Why do stupid people lie? I mean they can't lie for shit, but they just keep on lying to your face so much so that it's become predictable. As in, don't lie to your fucking family! What's the benefit in fooling your family? And then there's lying to people who's trying to help you. I mean genuinely trying to help you. Or if they find mutual benefit in helping you. Can't you fucking think for a

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A cure, a salvation from the pain of loneliness. Or do i merely take it over as my own? Standing alone as i greet the coming night, embracing the last remaining light, I realize that wisdom is not a gift but a curse. Do not be tricked by its seductive ploys, for it will only stand to kill the 'fortunate' from within. Cretinous fools we are. Amused how our fists clenched create the shape of our

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I have a feeling I might have to disappear for an episode or two. To the people who matter...I'm just a phone call away. To those who don't, no such luck i'm afraid. Seeya when I do!

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In the spirit of the coming elections, I feel a need to put forth my own candidate. Below is the platform for this candidate's campaign.Vote for Nobody:Nobody tells the truth.Nobody will keep election promises.Nobody will always listen to your concerns.Nobody will be able to help the poor and unemployed.Nobody cares. For you. For us.In support of the Nobody's Perfect FoundationVisit

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Hands are shaky, head exploding. The fever of pain creeping under the skin. Never again I said, but yet these words I am forced to devour every moment, every day. I believe, therefore I am...then is my belief not strong enough to withstand the frictions of our lives? Shudder the thought that god has forsaken us, sent us into this abyss of cruel emptiness that I feel at my stomach's pit.What is

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Spending time with my friends from campus got me thinking of the rest of the souls that inhabited our school that I've had the privilege of meeting this past year. I realize that everyone of our generation lies. Not saying that my companions are filthy liars per se, but the fact is that most of us lie because we are never heard. It has reached the point that it is easier to lie so as to move on

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'nuff said.

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Is it that hard to see the bright side of life? Hmmm....I should stop telling people bad news.19/06/08 A Day's Summary:Wake up. Dress up. Smile. Serve. Teach. Wave. Rush Hour Horror. High. Devil & his Chocolate. Read. Stroll. Middle of nowhere. Bus ride. Satay. Pose. Tea & Torture. Driven. Shoes. Dance. Sick. Swear. Apologies? Driven part II. Teh peng & Prata. Ride. Wash up. Pillow. Alarm...Damn

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Somebody feed me!

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Peeling off the vinyl skin, a sigh of relief escapes my lips. How the hell did I survive so long? I'm already tearing off the stained shirt as I slide the door closed behind me. hands still clammy from the ice. "That's gonna hurt tonight," I was told. "Yeah, can't hardly wait," was the only answer I could muster at that moment. Putting on a clean t-shirt, free of any logo or brand, gives me the

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Veins made of wireHeart out of stone.Bent out of shapereaping what was sown. Taught never to retreat,neither to surrender.What they didn't warnwill break you asunder.Truth is the heart is the worst enemy of all It never forgets even after a great fall. Try as you might to believe what you can as much as you lie its only just pretend.So here is the deal,the only way to be

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Now you’ve gone somewhere elseFar awayI don’t know if I will find youBut you feel my breathOn your neckCan’t believe I’m right behind you‘Cause you keep me coming back for moreAnd I feel a little better than I did beforeIf I never see your face againI don’t mind‘Cause we've gone much further than I thought we'd get tonightIf I Never See Your Face Again by Maroon 5 Feat. Rihanna

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Split Screen Productions presents The Incredulous Adventures of Bobby Darling. In today's episode, our hero has been elected to become The Toastmaster of the Day, (Toot Todo Toot!) thus upgrading his skills a level higher. (wooo!) Throughout the day he battles the onslaught of carbo-hungry monsters who attack in random fashion, trapping our hero in constant confusion tactics. Fortunately, they

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Dear void,they say change is the only constant. Attempting to avoid it is much less futile. Thus, here's a toast to the new world order. To new friends, new experiences and new beginnings. I hear a storm brewing. And I can't promise that you will like it. What I can promise is that you will survive it. Helpful hands will not always be there when you want them, but always within reach when you

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I seem to be apologizing a lot these days. To noone and everyone simultaneously. Over the past month, I've been over-reacting, over-critical, under-achieving and over-assuming. Seems the world is getting back at me. And dear God, the heat ain't helping. I'm sorry for the party. I'm sorry for being tactless. I'm sorry for being so distracted. I'm sorry for forgetting you. I'm sorry for lying. I'm

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Its 2.55amon the 4th ofMay and I justwant to say that"Cloverfield" is fuckinawesome. And I meanFUCKING AWESOME.J.J.Abrams, you are The Man. Of all the monster movies of thisgeneration and past. Damn! At leastit was a great distraction from all the shit. ;op

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Don't u hate liars? Especially if they do it blatantly to just test your reaction. Well...it's your life.

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Sweet untouchable youYou gave me the runaroundAll you say and what you dopicks me up and leaves me hangingSweet unthinkable pastHow you jog my memoryI knew, I knew it wouldn't last'cause you keep on pickin' me up and leaving me hangingSweet unstoppable youSend my system crashingAll you say is not what you doYou just keep on pickin' me up and leaving meKeep on pickin' me up and leaving meCruelty

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Every time. Every fucking single time. Why do I fucking bother?

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In my sweet memories, there was a night. The setting was a beach. Characters, there were 4. There i was lying on the sand with Ben and Alice in between us. The 4th was Charlie humming to himself a song stuck in his head while strolling blissfully along the shoreline. Close-by was the party of people still rousing from the reverie of the past hours. The morning ocean breeze freezing us from the

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Sitting at the airport, letting the time pass. Came 2 hours early to squeeze in some reading. Terminal 1 ain't that crowded these days. Met a dude from Zimbabwe who complimented on my gear. I didn't understand his joke though. Sometimes, you just nod and smile I guess. Can't say I wasn't a gracious mascot. After picking them up, we went to Newton Circus for an early morning...meal? (after

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Something about rain that soothes an aching soul, breathing new air into your lungs. I was never a good forecaster of the weather. Hell, i'm one of the last people to realize its even raining, if you know what i mean. So I got caught in the rain today. Hence I gave up on my headphones and decided to embrace the downpour in its full splendor. One thing I had loved when I had stayed there in the

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Haven't been particularly inspired lately. Nothing much happening. Just preparing to kill myself for the upcoming exams. Hence nothing much to blog about, which kinda negates this entry in the first place. However if you're bored and have 6 minutes to spare, watch this video. It's written and directed by Jason Reitman, the new prince of Indie-Hollywood. Hilarious. Cheers.

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Funny how the mind plays with your guitar strings, strumming in chords that bewilder and disembide. You can't seem to identify the emotions at present, only to regret it soon after. My brother and his family visited yesterday and my nephew stayed over for the night. I was humming him to sleep, playing music from my phone and couldn't get this verse out of my head..When I'm trying to keep,my head

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Nothing has changed. Still feel rather empty. The weekend's not helping. The day has relatively been going like:blink.........blink blink........shut up!.....blinkblink.....open book.......blink blink.....Effortlessly, I sought solace in numbing myself with episodes of one of my favourite tv shows. Nothing like American fiction to distract yourself from mundane reality. Is it strange that I feel

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Have you ever had the feeling that there is something amiss in your life but you just can't detect the anomaly? Can't seem to concentrate on the simplest of tasks these days. No appetite on an empty stomach. My mind wanders when I'm in the shower. Rides to campus last forever. Lecturers seem to speak in a different frequency then my own. Friends too. Speaking to people have become meaningless

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Honestly...I don't really like to indulge in political discussions. Call me apathetic but til the shit really hits the fan, I'm gonna stay blissful in ignorance. However, u can't help but feel amused at our local-born attempts for 'real' democracy. Case in point, a(n in)famous political group leader got arrested again for having an unregistered protest. Isn't it ironic that to really protest

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It's been raining for a while. No signs of stopping anytime soon. Can't complain though. You gotta love it. Peaceful. Mother Nature washing away the sins of Man. It's a new day....best things in life are free

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Life is full of disappointments. Especially when you find yourself lying to nobody but your own self. My only failure is that I should have expected as much....the heart never forgets

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Note to self:Do not mumble/ talk to oneself in public as some people might take it as insulting....now go back to work.

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Dude...i got an issue.Shoot!I'm kinda in love with this girl but she doesn't really know me.Aren't we all...

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Obsessive compulsive(stupid genes)Academically suicidal(stupid school)Sleep deprived(stupid bed)Itchy fingers(stupid white sticks)Itchy feet(stupid good music)Itchy throat(stupid fancy glasses)Itch (stupid hormones)Brokeblack(stupid wallet)Broken promises(stupid ego)Lying Fucker(stupid u)Fucking Liar(stupid me)Mat(dumbass) ....and these are a few of my favorite things...

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Oh Crap! Forgot the biggest event of recent to blog about. Pap-pa-da-dah! Epiphany NTU English and Drama Society in collaboration with NIE presents Introspection 08. It was a blast! Everything went well. Almost everything, but its all done, I'm not gonna bitch about em and i'm pleased. I'm fuckin freeeee! No, u can't call me fruitcake anymore. It's unjustifiable. I will miss my black heaven but

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-$0.64 undergroundI walk along the tunnel to the train station, against the current of commuters in their formal wear,like an infinite school of salmon running upstream to their mating waters. There's a rush of exhilaration in moving against them, a sort of rebellion, like the effect of rock'n'roll had back in the day which seems amiss in the music of today. If I could only wander into the minds

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Of old friends and new...Last week was a short week... but ended up as a long one...and the next wont be much help. Rehearsals and a wake up call that is mid-terms next week. What have I been doing this whole semester...I truly do not know. Supposed to be mugging more this sem...Highlights of the week were...hmm...valentines thursday and movie friday. The first spent chillin with S at vivo which

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I'd like to welcome MSABMYI to the world. (Damn dats a long name. Exams gonna b a bitch) Born on the...25th of January. (Yeah! another date to remember) So there's another rugrat to watch over in this whacked-out place we call life. Sometimes all you can do is smile. ;op

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Book titles I can use for the life i'm leading now:Makcik Saturdays, Pakcik SundaysPain x 02Dreamer: The Princess and CrownBehind the BallThe Great ReceiverFreedom FighterVanilla StrawberriesRunnin' WildLiving Happy 101Judge of MeLove, Let Me BeSmoke n MirrorsTell Me A SecretFather Brother Son

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Dude, how's school?Lonely. How's the wife?Went shopping with her sis...i'm guessing happy. Haha! Hows your go-go?Everything is under control.Dude, you have no job, no girlfriend and you live in fuckin Tampines. How is that under control?Damn bro, I sure love it when you put my life in perspective.You should...With friends like these...pt II

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Entering the vessel, she scans right to left, right to left, at every seat an every passenger. Her facial expression seems to suggest a search of competition. Right, Left, Right, Left in such methodical frequency that you could swear she was a robot. But alas, she is merely looking for a familiar for company on the ride to the port. Having failed her objective, she attaches to a seat, not here

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Life's a bitch when:you are handed foreign lecturers for whom you take most of your time concentrating on their speech patterns such that the meaning of the lecture flies overheadpeople who haven't simply grown up to the fact that in order to listen and understand a lecture requires the need to simply shut upit takes away the unlimited access to wireless internet which you have grown to love in

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WEBLog: First 12 hours of 2008Part 1: (00:00)- Pop! Pfft! Honk! Happy New Year!- Shakes-n-Hug marathon- Gift from a Barry Manilow song (faint)- Cam-whoring (they were whoring, i was smiling)- movin-n-groovin- Touched by an Angel(Local Edition) aka Pissed-off Sky-angel- "...Wonderin how they let u in..."- "..need to go to my grandma's."- two dogs and a bone- Barry Manilow does an encore (fall back

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Dude, where all the malay chicks man?How the fuck should I know?Poly on break or sumtin? I thought they said Temasek has all the babes?It does? Wait, who's they? If dats true, I haven't seen any. I'm going zombie over here bro. 0% stimulation.Damn man. This place sucks. Like retirement central.Preaching to the choir.With friends like these....

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"Oh my God! Where's the geek i knew and loved?" M shouted from the corner of my eye, putting me under the warm bright spotlight of the fluorescent lamp in my friend's room." Yeah, he went into Tekong....never got out. Sad, really," I answered, tempting any to step up and give me his hairy eyeball and doing the Haha! laugh from the Simpsons. And that was how my first attempt at video conferencing

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i wish i was specialin your eyes and thensee our lives intertwineas these two hearts mendFate has takenher turn at bestnow its just mineto repair this aching messi can only preach thosethings you now knowalas it is your timeto reap what you sowalas, alas....Furies Entwined by M. Rushdy

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Dear void,Do u sense a shift in the world revolving? So huge and abrupt that we are forced into ignorance, partly for the sake of our own sanity. Sanctuary is by far beyond our naked reach. But how then do we live in a place not worth adapting? Where sulking is a sign of bliss and joy is a delusion only gods of days gone by could have envisioned and fashioned to the blind and hopeful. Schools of

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"Me? I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly stupid." - Pirates of the Caribbean

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In style of a dancer friend (awarded, mind you!)21 - and untalented21 - and born too late21 - with nothing to show for it21 - and officially psycho21 - and sexually deprived21 - and too decent to function21 - and makes bad first impressions21 - and gives off wrong vibes21 - and in need of a hug21 - and lovesick21 - and worries too much21 - and under-appreciated21 - and bundled with issues21 - and

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My, my! It's the holidays already...I don't really feel it yet and its already running out. The new year creeps nearer and nearer even before the artificial snow starts 'melting' off the streets. "Yeah..Christmas!" She squeals in pleasure. Yeah...wooopee! Big deal! Its just another fake holiday. To think they should know by now that Jesus was born in a whole other month. But by then, we'll be

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U want something personal? Sure, I'll give you three. I hate people who lie simply for their own benefit. I hate people who break promises. I hate people who mislay my trust. If u do not know this, then u don't really know me at all. Thanks a lot for waking me up. Talk about leopards...And people wonder why I'm paranoid. Have a nice fuckin day.

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Just when I thought that I was out, they pull me back in. - Michael CorleoneThank you dear void for letting me be. Thank you S for letting me crash. Thank you G for keeping me strong. Thank you LOML for keeping me sane.

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Hello again. It has been a while.Yes it has.What have you been up to?Adapting.Adapting to what exactly?Just changes...in my life. My world is shifting into a new era.Care to explain?Not really...not much to explain. Change is the only constant right? All we can do really is ride the wave and adapt. And I've just been doing my part.Wise choice...so u realize the change and accept it as part of

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Are you trying to get me drunk?No...I'm keeping you drunk.

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Love Taught Me To LieI hate being in front of the camera cos it never turns out good.I hate being behind the camera cos i'm never in the picture.I hate standing in the rain but love the chill it brings.I hate to leave you alone but love to see you leave.I hate making promises, the ones i cannot keep.I hate running away but I do not want to stop.I hate the sun's light for presentin you to me.I

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The Long Forgotten Art Of CommunicationFriendster, Hi5, Multiply, Where are you now?, Who lives near you?, AM(hahaha I wonder...), MySpace, Facebook - databases constructed for today's generation, whose busy lives(pleeez) do not allow a second's breath for casual communication between friends and acquaintances long forgotten in the back stores of our minds. Also an opportunity to meet people

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How do you know that you're in love with a person?Well...when such person behaves stubbornly and being a pain in the ass, and your mind keeps thinking "Do you deserve this? Is she worth it?", you just turn it off and come back for more. That's when you know you're suckered. Haha!Is that how you make of it? Love makes you accept flaws? Yeah. Love is blind, deaf, mute, lame and perpetually broke.

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THE WORLD'S A STAGE......How are you feeling now?Tired. Just so tired.What are you tired of, may I ask?Life....in general. Sometimes, I wonder " why do i even bother?", u know?Anything specific aspect of your life that you want to talk about?It's all the same shit...just on different days.What is bothering you rite this moment? Yes, what are you thinking now?Bother...nothing. I'm feeling great.

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Empty:HouseHomePromisesHandsShellHeartSouland...WalletThings that are or will be plaguing me:EXAMSdramaturgical loyaltiesblackmailwomen with baggageand baggage of my ownThanks world. You're the best!

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Sweet Memories...Goodbye my friend, I wish you farewell. What will become of you, only time will tell. No more will I be, there by your side. Take it I left, or take it I've died. I've never lied to you, I swear this is true. All I really wanted, was you to be you. Alas it is time, do not shed a tear. I have tried my best, now go, have no fear. The world is bigger, than both of us you see. In

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2 Stories for a Night of 1Creations adjustMyth withstandingNight of crimeRegret upon waking.Begging and pleadingMislay my trustWon't I ever deserveThe sleep of the just?Curse by M.RushdyI crawl. Every move I make burns my flesh. No! I have to reach her. I do not look back at my feet, wasn't sure if they were still there. The fever of pain screams and shrieks as I reach out my arms. Every second

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Hmm...I should come with a sign."Warning: High tendency to speak fatalistic things after 2am."The person who said 'the truth shall set you free' should be shot. Twice for certainty.

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Muscles cramp...brain buzz...mouth dry...heart squeals...body warms...head light....eyes flutter...voice low to a whisper, "Be mine..."Good Day To Reminisce, Resident Cupid.

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E says:i like the feeling before [the rain]E says:its when all the heat rises and you feel all the charges in the air.. and the sky's so threatening, yet u dont know when its gonna come downE says:the uncertainty of rain(Ah...just like fallin in love)

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Heart BleedsTime will tellHead SpinsTime will tellStomach CringesTime will tellHands ShiverTime will tellBody QuakesTime will tellThey Turn AwayTime will tellI Take The StepTime.I should start a hug campaign ;op

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woaw.....its so early to be online...just couldn't get sumtin out of my head. Why do people like to try to read into things....as though they can..bftt! It's not like we need a reason to do every single thing we do every single day. Bloody unikids. (if ur reading this and feeling guilty, its probably not you. If ur in denial, it might be..) Anyways...if ur talking behind my back about me...don't

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Just BreatheHmm..wat an odd start for a day. Let's go thru the details. (1) Dressed rather conspicuously. Sigh...talk about keeping a low profile. (2) Combed my hair..to emphasize dat it was a costume, no more. (3) Token chinese dude was on time. Told u it was odd. (4) Morning wasn't warm and train wasn't dat crowded. Don't u love fridays? (5) It rained heavily and so beautifully in the

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Poets lie to tell the truth. Politicians do to hide it. -V for VendettaI don't like to write personal stuff but to put the record straight. I'm not lovesick.Lovesick is an infatuation causing someone to be incapable of rational thought.Whereas, Lovestoned is when you don't know what you should do next. U're addicted.U noe u shld stop but why aren't u? Yes...unfortunately, I'm the latter. Happy?!

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PhotoGirl There once was a girl who never knew what she felt. Because of this she hid deep inside herself, not knowing how she would be judged by the people around her. Keeping mum to any question deemed too personal to comprehend. Always the quiet one, keeper of secrets. Everyone keeps saying how beautiful and unique she was. If she could only know this was true? But how, she asked, can I know?

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Ahh...finally, we've reached a break from school...didn't tink i would last. The little distractions has sufficed so far. Now its time to submit an Official...(tat-tatata!)...Rushdy Logic Movie Review. Ok...its not official, there's only been two but this is my blog...so go figure. I just recently watched 300, the movie. One word...B-E-A-Utiful. I am not understating it. It was gorgeous...amazing

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Ahh...I never thought i'd enjoy workin in an office after taking that red pill. But reality bites rite. Sometimes the truth is overshadowed by the bliss of ignorance. I u knew me, u'd know neither bliss nor ignorance was ever an option for me. Me and powerful knowledge agendas and all that crap. A guy asked me in a matter-of-fact of a tone whether knowing everything will make a difference to my

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What is a family? A group of beings tied by blood stuck together by the fates....or is it a bond of responsibility on a rotational basis of generations. As spoken by Jeb Walker, "families rule" and "families suck". The ability to enjoy the company of family has been a forgotten treasure sunken into the crypt of Davey Jones. We revel in the safety of numbers...the feeling of having a house to go

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(DOWNLOAD by Dave Mckean)Bubbles floatin to the surface....popping without restraint. Time passes and I can't stop to think. No time. Never was. Where's your sense of urgency? Why did she have to do that? Don't get distracted. What the fuck are you waiting for? Why now? Why not? Why him? Why her? Hollywood schmollywood. Smile back. Talk. Cut the chit chat. She can wait. He is nothing. Who are you

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Hahaha. I finally can bloggg.....not dat i wanted to......but YES! I can blog...!Shut up!

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Fuck. I finally can post sumting. Fuck.

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