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[27 Sep 2006|09:38pm] |
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Why do we have to part while
the love is still there?
Why do we have to suffer?
Why do we have to cry when
somebody bids goodbye?
Why do beginnings have an end?
Why do we have to meet
only to lose in the end?
There are questions left unanswered,
words left unsaid, letters left unread,
poems left undone, songs left unsung,
love left unexpressed,
promises left unfulfilled.
In a relationship,
one of the hardest things to do
is saying goodbye and letting go.
It is as hard as breaking a crystal
because you'll never know when you
will be able to pick up the pieces again.
More often than not, they who go,
feel not the pain of parting:
it is they who stay behind that suffer,
because they are left
with memories of a love
that was meant to be,
a love that was.
At the beginning and at the end
of a relationship,
we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone.
Unfair as it may seem,
but that's the way love goes.
That's the drama, the bittersweet
and the risk of falling in love.
After all, nothing is constant but change.
Everything will eventually come to its end
without us knowing when,
without us knowing how,
without us even knowing why.
And we must forget not because we have to
but because we have to.
In letting go, sorrows come
not as a single spy but in batallion.
It seems that everywhere you go,
everything you do,
every song you hear,
every turn of your head,
every move of your body,
every beat of your heart,
every blink of your eye and every breath
you take always reminds you of him.
It's like a stab of a knife,
a torture in the night.
Funny how the whole world
becomes depopulated
when only one person is missing.
Just imagine,
there are billion people on earth
and yet it seems you feel lonely
and empty without the other.
I don't know if it's worth calling an art,
but letting go entails
special skills sparkled
with a considerable space and time.
Time heals all wounds but it takes
a little push on our part.
Acceptance plays a part.
Not all love stories end with
"...and they live happily ever after."
Sometimes we have to part because of
circumstances beyond our control.
We have to suffer if it would
mean happiness for others.
We have to cry to
temporarily let go of the pains.
Every beginning has its end
like every dawn has its dusk.
It's something we can't control,
something we had to live up.
Goodbye doesn't always mean forever.
There will always be a place and time
where questions will be answered,
words will be spoken,
letters will be read,
poems will be recited in the night,
songs will be sung in harmony,
love will be expressed in solitude and
promises will be fulfilled.
Somewhere. Somehow. Someday.
nabei....
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| after a talk with mr NG... |
[22 Sep 2006|04:39pm] |
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We ought not to live in the past. No matter how full of blessing and good it is, we may not stay in it. Life is before us, never behind us. If we linger, we shall lose our place, and our fellows will press on and leave us.
The best way to live for to-morrow is to do well the work of to-day; yet the future should always exert an inspiring influence upon us. In the time of discouragement it is the hope of overcoming that brings cheer.
When we are in sorrow it is the promise of comfort that sustains us. In the task-work of school days it is the thought of what manhood will bring of achievement that inspires the student. In the struggles of earthly life it is the larger life of heaven that keeps the heart brave and strong.
We should let the past go, with all it contains of memory and of good, while we turn ever to the future, with hope and courage
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| Clever People Less Likely To Get Hangovers |
[22 Sep 2006|04:32pm] |
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A study suggests that smart people are less likely to experience headache, nausea, dry mouth and sensitivity to light and sound after a heavy night out.
In a study published in the Journal of Epidemiology and Community Health, Scottish scientists examined IQ test scores of 11-year-olds taken in Aberdeen in 1962 and sent questionnaires to them between 2000 and 2003.
Responses from more than 7000 showed a higher IQ score at 11 years of age was related to a reduced risk of alcohol-induced hangovers during middle age.
The researchers believe that those with high IQ scores suffer fewer hangovers because they respond better to advice not to over drink.
Source : “Low childhood IQ and life course socio-economic disadvantage as predictors of alcohol hangover in adulthood: the Aberdeen Children of the 1950s Study” Batty, G. D., Deary, I. J., & Macintyre, S. Journal of Epidemiology and Community Health (Oct 2006) 60:872-874
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| The Bonding |
[21 Sep 2006|04:55pm] |
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got this from Mr Ng....
meaningful one.... :P
Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge. The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter, "Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river."
The little girl said, "No, Dad. You hold my hand."
"What's the difference?" Asked the puzzled father.
"There's a big difference," replied the little girl. "If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go."
In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond. So hold the hand of the person whom you love rather than expecting them to hold urs...
This msg is too short..........but carries a lot of meaning ....
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| post post bonus bonus |
[11 Sep 2006|02:01pm] |
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met up with the super earner for my post post bonus dinner
haha
wow city hall changed so so much already!
so many eateries now!
oh suppose to do a nice nice picture of what we had
but then i am rushing for my honeymoon now! whaha
but the food is nice!
thanks dave!
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| adios |
[06 Sep 2006|02:37pm] |
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some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for awhile and leave footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the same...
today marks the end of this project...
dreadful one.. haha
been a long long wait...
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| whahhaa |
[05 Sep 2006|12:15pm] |
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Two nuns are ordered to paint a room in the convent which is being renovated, and the last instruction of the Mother Superior is that they must not get even a drop of paint on their habits. After conferring about this for a while, the two nuns decide to lock the door of the room, strip off their habits, and paint in the nude. In the middle of the project, there comes a knock at the door. "Who is it?" calls one of the nuns. "Blind man," replies a voice from the other side of the door. The two nuns look at each other, shrug, and decide that no harm can come from letting a blind man in and opens the door. "Nice boobs," says the man. "Where do you want these blinds?"
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| lalala |
[04 Sep 2006|12:42am] |
Doing everything that I believe in
Going by the rules that I've been taught
More understanding of what's around me
And protected from the walls of love
All that you see is me
And all I truly believe
That I was born to try
I've learned to love
Be understanding
And believe in life
But you've got to make choices
Be wrong or right
Sometimes you've got to sacrifice the things you like i was born to try
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| final episode |
[01 Sep 2006|04:49pm] |
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finally everything coming to an end..
seriously there is a big problem working with a female boss...
everything have to depends on her mood...
have to know when her period comes...
heavy flow then we die...
and she is damm good in sucking customer's cock...
but a bad actor!
a good double crossed triple crosser or multi crosser...
just a freaking 30+ old virgin with braces!
okay! everything gonna end when wednesday arrives!
fuck off bitch!!
*okay* back to normal self... lallaala
Tomam-ou deixam? diga: tomada feia de
u r ou deixa-o? diga: disse a tomada de calculativ de
u r ele ou deixa-o? diga: disse a má tomada de atitude de
u r ele ou deixa-o? diga: disse a tomada rico de homem de
u r ele ou deixa-o? diga: interroga-me que moreno grisâtre aprendem de u
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| lousy shashimi..... |
[29 Aug 2006|09:56pm] |
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**MONDAY**
was feeling feverish and weak the whole day at work...
did not do anything much...
took a flu tablet and napped...
no appetite for my dinner also...
think the diarrhoea really drained me out...
woke up in the middle of the night...
before i got out of bed....
water gushed out of my mouth just like how the merlion did it's job...
no time for me to react also... :(
all over the floor...
so yucky!
mum rushed into the room, freaked out by what happened...
no energy to talk to her also...
she brought me a glass of water and started to clean the room...
suddenly i felt like a little boy... so helpless...
got back to sleep while she continue to clear the mess...
just as she is about to finish with the mess..
i vomitted a second wave...
this time she was scared....
activated the whole family... *which come to think of it, it's funny*
but i was so wobby that i did not give a darn to what is happening...
all i did was to sit there and puke like a merlion...
but its painful... can feel the pain all the way into the intestine...
it's terrible...
and for the first time...
my dad buddy me on his arms.....
firs time so close to him since i grown up...
went to a 24Hrs clinic and buddy me back...
he nagged at me asking me not to anyhow eat outside food and bla bla bla...
but i was too weak to rebuke... ;p
now i understand what it feels like to be jelly-legged....
collapse onto the bed the moment i reached home...
gosh...
its a long long time since i slept so much with no disruption...
no nightmare, no wet dreams... just into deep sleep...
woke up after sleeping for 13 hrs plus
haha
record timing...
whole bed was wet with my sweats...
but how i hoped i would never wake up...
into the reality world again... :(
but its weird....
got sms from people whom never msg me before...
all people except **... :(
throat so dry after all the vomit...
but once again...
i am touched by my parent's doing...
eermm...
some stuffs are better left unsaid...
watever...
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| 28082006 1701HRS |
[28 Aug 2006|05:09pm] |
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received a call...
can't figure out who is it.. because the voice quality is not good :P
more like having a phone sex... until i figured out it's
FATMARC from aust!
asking how am i feeling...
so touched!
haha
this bimbo can really do weird things at times haha
thanks!
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| understanding culture |
[28 Aug 2006|04:47pm] |
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A disappointed salesman of Coca Cola returns from his Middle East assignment.
A friend asked, "Why weren't you successful with the Arabs?"
The salesman explained, "When I got posted in the Middle East, I was very confident that I will makes a good sales pitch as Cola is virtually unknown there. But, I had a problem I didn't know to speak Arabic. So, I planned to convey the message through 3 posters...
First poster, a man crawling through the hot desert sand... Totally exhausted and panting. Second poster, the man is drinking our Cola and Third, our man is now totally refreshed. Then these posters were pasted all over the place"
"That should have worked," said the friend.
The salesman replied, "Well, not only did I not speak Arabic, I also didn't realise that Arabs Read from Right to Left..."
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| fri......................... |
[25 Aug 2006|04:17pm] |
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A man goes to visit his 85-year-old grandpa in the hospital. "How are you doing grandpa?" he asks. "Feeling fine," says the old man. "What's the food like?" "Terrific, wonderful menus." "And the nursing?" "Just couldn't be better. These young nurses really take care of you." "What about sleeping? Do you sleep ok?" "No problem at all - nine hours solid ever night. At 10 o'clock they bring me a cup of hot chocolate and a Viagra tablet.... and that's it. I go out like a light." The grandson is puzzled and a little alarmed by this, so rushes off to question the nurse in charge. "What are you people doing?" he asks. "I'm told you're giving a 85-year-old man Viagra on a daily basis. Surely that can't be true?" "Oh yes," replies the nurse. "Every night at 10 o'clock, we give him a cup of chocolate and a Viagra tablet. It works wonderfully well. The chocolate makes him sleep and the Viagra stops him from rolling out of bed...."
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| goodbye 7th mth |
[24 Aug 2006|01:04pm] |
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glad that the 7th mth is over...
kinda messy on why there is another 7th mth whahaha
but nevermind!
can feel all the shitty stuff is moving away from me!
7th mth was quite bad... damm lousy...
yay! first piece of good news was delievered!!!
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| FRIDAY!!! |
[18 Aug 2006|03:54pm] |
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An Afghanistan diplomat visiting the US for the first time was being wined and dined by the State Department. The diplomat was not used to the salt in American foods (French fries, cheeses, salami, anchovies, etc.) and was constantly sending his manservant Abdul to fetch him a glass of water.
Time and again, Abdul would scamper off and return with a glass of water, but then came the time when he returned empty handed. "Abdul, you son of an ugly camel, where is my water?" demanded the diplomat.
"A thousand pardons, O Illustrious One," stammered the wretched Abdul, "A man is sitting on the well!"
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| funny one |
[14 Aug 2006|04:07pm] |
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A budding poet trying his BEST
Graffiti 1
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Here I lie in stinky vapor,
Because some bastard stole the toilet paper, Shall I lie, or
shall I linger, Or shall I be forced to use my finger.
Before he graduated to be a poet, he wrote this...
Washroom Graffiti 2
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Here I sit
Broken hearted
Tried to shit
But only farted
Some one who had a different experience wrote
Washroom Graffiti 3
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You're lucky
You had your chance
I tried to fart,
And shit my pants!
Perhaps it is true that people get inspiration in toilets
Washroom Graffiti 4
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I came here
To shit and stink,
But all I do
Is sit and think.
There are also people who come in for a different purpose
Washroom Graffiti 5
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Some come here to sit and think, Some come here to shit and
stink, But I come here to scratch my balls, And read the
bullshit on the walls...
Toilets walls are also job advertisement places.......
Washroom Graffiti 6
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written high upon the wall)
If you can piss above this line, the Singapore Fire Department wants you.
Ministry of environment advertisement
Washroom Graffiti 7
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We aim to please!
You aim too! Please!
Washroom Graffiti 8
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Seen above a urinal:
Please do not throw cigarette butts in our urinal.
We don't piss in your ashtrays!
Washroom Graffiti 9
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On the inside of a toilet door:
Patrons are requested to remain seated throughout the entire
performance.
Washroom Graffiti 10
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A sign at a swimming pool bathroom:
We don't swim in your toilet, so please don't pee in our pool
Washroom Graffiti 11
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Another sign seen at a swimming pool:
Welcome to our ool.
Notice there's no P in it.
Please keep it that way.
This should teach you a lesson
Washroom Graffiti 12
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Sign seen at a restaurant:
The hands that clean these toilets also make your food, please
aim properly.
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