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unadulterated.

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I wish the friendship didn't descend into this state of affairs. 



I know there were things which i did and things which I didn't do. And yes, you felt afflicted and slighted by that. But you have to understand that I never ever had any ill intent, whatsoever for you. If I could receive plenty of shit from that institution of a mouth and still accept him as a friend, I never held anything
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For the believer, everything is between you and God.

For the non-believer, society.


One versus the many.
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an entry dedicated to the guys.



simple and straightforward fri night out.



updates, merriment, lan gaming, food and drinks.





simplicity is few and far between these days.



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it's tough being in between. looks like some things have become irreversible. 



i am honest to God when I say this: I like being around all my friends. The only problem is that friends have a kind of, priority list, when it comes to me. In a way, it's a priority list that serves my agenda and convenience. and that sucks.



that sucks because to be honest, i'm willing to be there for the 
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it's when it becomes a lesson.
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been super distracted from school lately. 



i'm still trying to put a finger to it. 



although i've not been blogging with much gusto in recent years, i still value this space. you've given me a sense of relief like no other. 



i've resisted from changing the platform and the name. i think it's the sense of continuity that i wish to have. being able to see how much i've changed is only 
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some people find themselves alot quicker than others. more often than not, the journey to our aspirations take a long and arduous form.

looking at some of our friends already moving into the next chapter of their lives, we see some who regress back into where they were previously. 
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Back from supper at Haq-Insaf.

I love how laid back the place is. A perfect place to hear someone speak to you.



The world's such a conflicting arena of ideas. We should sit down and talk our differences away. The world would be a much wonderful place to live in.

Having had a friendship scarred over disagreements deriving from the political landscape (very lame i know), I learnt 
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I miss you for leaving.

Nothing in this world that God didn't allow us to overcome besides termination of life.






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most likely to be my final year in university. I will cherish the friends made, and the thought of friends which could have been made. 



stepped down from my exco position with the lifeguards today. definitely gave me a perspective of the working world and the trials and tribulations working as a minority. I wouldn't say that I have anything against any of them. I just have a thing against 
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Blogging's back!

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It's been quite a while since I wrote about something political and may I take this opportunity to express my views about the age old issue of racism in Singapore; more specifically the issue of the marginalization of Malays in the army.
As an acknowledgement of sorts, I would like to say that this issue is something that has been debated for an absurdly lengthy period of 
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actually enjoyed my time at the mosaic music festival at the esplanade on saturday evening. one of the most overdose relaxing nights (if there is even such a term) i had in quite awhile. good tunes, good breeze, good company. they played fuckin reggae!
haha i'm not the avid gig person around so i get pretty excited when i get to see live music once in a while. although i don't know the song 
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Leaders must possess certain qualities that suit the times. For example, the leaders of the first generation were decisive, strong and hardy in ensuring the survival of the nascent state. Leaders in the 2nd and 3rd generation required a more technocratic nuance to build upon the foundation already set up. What do you think the
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a real tight one.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M7FMYODPAZXmaqdGrlKFVPE_8s8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/M7FMYODPAZXmaqdGrlKFVPE_8s8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ExpressingTheUnexpressed/~4/wagPn5cYbWg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mespioub.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMFSXo8fCp7ImA9Wx9SE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508839.post-2748049385498795794</id><published>2010-12-04T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T01:46:58.474+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-04T01:46:58.474+08:00</app:edited><title /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mespioub.blogspot.com/feeds/2748049385498795794/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508839&amp;postID=2748049385498795794" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508839/posts/default/2748049385498795794?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508839/posts/default/2748049385498795794?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ExpressingTheUnexpressed/~3/ssp72niIIWI/so-im-leaving-for-laos-on-tuesday.html" title="" /><author><name>bruddaKhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17154431132250434129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1047/320/DSC00217.1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">so i'm leaving for Laos on Tuesday. i'm having mixed emotions about it bcos currently, i'm really, really enjoying myself this post-exam period + the opportunity costs that come from being absent for 20 days. lotsa weekends earning cash from refereeing's gna be foregone. lotsa catchup time with the mates to be on hold. but yea i tell myself, money is dispensable. it can be made any day, any time.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r287hleVvgJcdOxua6JHvmb_cDE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r287hleVvgJcdOxua6JHvmb_cDE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ExpressingTheUnexpressed/~4/0xLWTXOiYcc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://mespioub.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_02.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQBQ3w-fip7ImA9Wx9SEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508839.post-5651388967007883339</id><published>2010-12-02T05:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T05:52:32.256+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-02T05:52:32.256+08:00</app:edited><title /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mespioub.blogspot.com/feeds/5651388967007883339/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508839&amp;postID=5651388967007883339" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508839/posts/default/5651388967007883339?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508839/posts/default/5651388967007883339?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ExpressingTheUnexpressed/~3/0XOoce1CxbU/blog-post.html" title="" /><author><name>bruddaKhai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17154431132250434129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/257/1047/320/DSC00217.1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prrOU-EIGbM/TPbDlDaLkNI/AAAAAAAAAd0/g34RN8dVKuo/s72-c/77142_10150361427990417_872380416_17315506_4125347_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">happy birthday kak daya!
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