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Not-so-daily doses of life.
Bite-sized! (most of the time)
:)</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dailyepidoses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dailyepidoses.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157733533157535388/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458850306784606871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-90tIDQwdE/TOa-1kHCbSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/sbgnUHIHCJA/S220/DSCN1643.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/IsThisTheLife" /><feedburner:info uri="isthisthelife" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIAQnYzcSp7ImA9WhdWEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157733533157535388.post-6932161820417708732</id><published>2011-09-04T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T04:42:23.889+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-04T04:42:23.889+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insomnia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="i love you because" /><title>Here We Go...</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mandatory birthday post, since I've already been actively posting almost every other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Well? Many people wish me a great day, having a blast and all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;All I can foresee are the 3 days off from work filled with chores and re-organising a broken paradise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sigh. I think, I've vented enough, that I've already ran out of steam. I have nothing much to say, so what should I blog about from now on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Here's to another year, with not much in the horizon. I really smile and laugh too much, with this deeprooted sense of loss the whole time. I wonder why? Sigh. Take care, dear one. *blows a kiss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157733533157535388-6932161820417708732?l=dailyepidoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I need to take out my camera again. Haven't seen myself being alive for so very long now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Here's to the first of my birthdays without Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Only perks? I'm off from Sunday til Tuesday and all day long, this tune plays in my cottonwool head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It's like watching a car crash ay? It's gruesome yet you can't stop staring and talking about it, and you're so glad it didn't happen to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Screw all you "friends" out there. You can never realise how much pain the both of us are going through. Instead you try to medicate him with girls, booze, parties and all that fluff. There's only so far you can push him, until he steps off the edge and falls and realises what I realise now - that true friends don't do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ergh. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157733533157535388-6120398882798336857?l=dailyepidoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm slowly losing all threads I have connected to him. He's already untagged himself from so many pics on FB so that he will not be associated with me anymore. I know, oneday, there will be NO pictures that I have together with him, and he will just be an unknown face, and I will be a whisper from the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This birthday, I wish, I could just have Tinky and him around for a whole day, just like we used to hang out together back then. But ah well, that's never going to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A unHappy birthday to me, 27 years ago, Mom, you gave birth to a majorly useless monster of a heartbreaking, cheating daughter. Here's to living life without my penguin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157733533157535388-8645720706501295859?l=dailyepidoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The weird ones, the rich ones, the cute ones, the smart ones, the quirky ones, the poor ones, the ultra-confident ones, the shy ones - have all come. But they can never measure up to HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;He has stolen my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157733533157535388-3757275022577536376?l=dailyepidoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Me taking care of an abandoned kitten, he calls, "taking a kitten hostage".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I love him because he's a wonderful, sweet, funny, eccentric, everything we do makes magic type of person, but yet, he can also be mean, childish, vengeful, unforgiving and relentless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;My bestie said this to me, (the gist of which I gathered), that even though we had a relationship that was so superb, so magical, there was always something fundamentally wrong at the core of it. Minus what I did to him at the end of it, but what was going on all the while when we were together, were so many issues. What I did to him, was the last straw which unraveled everything we ever built together. Nobody should blame him for being angry about it all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I had a huge drinking problem, firstly, which, got worse, because we had a lot of friends who love going out and partying. He was attracted to my outgoing personality at first, but then, it turned into being a trait he didn't want in a long term partner. I make friends easily, and too easily, he would say, especially with his friends and when I forgot my boundaries by becoming close to them, he became uncomfortable with it, yet closed one eye to it. Despite him always being the one who would boost my confidence, he was also the one telling me that I was far from perfect. I also had this underlying depression and constant fear of failure, that I would always present this wild, party animal, strong and arrogant character to the world, because I did not want people to see my flaws. I always talked down to him, whereas he always did things his way without wanting to admit defeat. I always acted like I was right, and so both of us were at loggerheads. I was selfish and never ever considered the consequences to any of my actions, thinking that I could always get away with it, whereas he always thought ahead, being prudent and sometimes, quite Sherlocky in his senses (his "Portuguese hunch" :D ). He was also stubborn and knew how to get what he wanted, by going around the bush, by using all kinds of emotional ways of getting people to do what he wanted them to do, I was more outspoken, and of course offended many people at many times. He was brash but covered it with his brand of unique humour, I was funny but too sharp at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Of course, it had its effects. Many effects, in fact, to the point where you'll find us both, sitting in the same room, quiet, the air rife with emotions and thoughts, both of us at a huge loss, in a big painful chasm, looking for something, someone, each other, maybe? So right now, after losing everything and the losing the value in everything, I honestly don't know who I am anymore. I do feel more in control of myself nowadays on a personal note, but I am still working on the rest of me. He said "You need to be fixed" and that, even according to other people, is quite a nasty statement, albeit true. What more if they knew who it was coming from? The person who wanted to spend his life with me - damaged goods. I think, it came out, because he voices his hurt, through hurting words. Yes, I hurt him a lot, even when I wasn't cheating on him. And he has also hurt me, that's why I also retaliated with hurtful words. Same modus operandi, and look where we both ended up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Even just now, he asked me upfront, "So what happened to your therapy sessions? You're supposed to get fixed." Yes, I know, I may be temperamental and emotional, but it doesn't mean I am "schizophrenic" or "bipolar" as he so casually calls me ever so often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;He is moody, rude, cruel, grumpy, angry, untrusting, insecure, violent even, calculative, OCD, always planning and plotting and yet he can be so gentle, sweet, loving, romantic to a boy band-similarity, impulsive, caring, polite, faithful, responsible, simple, happy go lucky, adorable and little boy-ish and yet always wanting to protect his loved ones.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I am mean, sarcastic, arrogant, careless, sloppy, lazy, frivolous, forgetful, inconsiderate, gullible and yet I am also capable of being loving, loyal, straightforward, caring, compassionate, empathetic, a good listener and generally want the best for everyone I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You know what, World and Mr. Ian Dias?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;That's not being Schizophrenic or Bipolar or in any way mentally unfit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;That's being HUMAN.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And I still love him for it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Whoever's out there, who's reading this right now, we are ALL human, and yet, people love us. So instead of learning to dislike each others' flaws, we should focus on our capabilities of loving people for being human, for who they are and aren't, and for who they are in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157733533157535388-4127882928904927109?l=dailyepidoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Today, I allowed myself just today, to break down a little, let my guard down, let some hurt out and stop smiling. Just today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157733533157535388-4194671226762571600?l=dailyepidoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;There were so many things to be said or done, but, the air buzzed with the silence of two people with so much history and yet no future, both trying to outrun each other into oblivion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But I have to agree with PoshJosh's theory of women actually getting tired of men liking them, because, it is true. I refuse to layan all advances, and once I feel anyone trying to get too close to me, I start giving excuses to not see them/go out with them. It's not a hostile thing, it's just, I'm tired of it all, and I'd rather go home and be by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I realise it is because I have conciliated myself with these two facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I know he is my soul mate, and there is no one I'll be with for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I know he will never take me back, so it's either him or no one at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And so be it. I'm fine with things as they are. I'm calm, going through every day, like clockwork. There are no major ups or downs (unless it is about him) and so that's how it's going to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Although, my greatest regret would be that I could never start that big family I've always wanted. But that's another chapter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe, I'd wish that I hadn't made certain mistakes in my life, which would not bring me to how I am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe, I'd wish, that I'd get back that passion for cooking again, because I really have lost it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe, I'd wish, that I'd have a little bit more time to be innocent, and see the world in a better way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe, I'd wish, that I would have ONE second chance to make it all right again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;What would you do with 3 wishes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157733533157535388-2867533343080685982?l=dailyepidoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I bought her some nice treats and would love to make her a birthday meat-cake, but that's up to him. I can't do much, but pass the treats to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;My little tribute to the lovablest doggywoggy in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yzVjL6ThHsCyMPO_O9WnVBkK9iA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yzVjL6ThHsCyMPO_O9WnVBkK9iA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsThisTheLife/~4/aWu9eNAHSHA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dailyepidoses.blogspot.com/feeds/5727843877064268862/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dailyepidoses.blogspot.com/2011/08/go-brownie-its-your-birthday.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157733533157535388/posts/default/5727843877064268862?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157733533157535388/posts/default/5727843877064268862?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IsThisTheLife/~3/aWu9eNAHSHA/go-brownie-its-your-birthday.html" title="Go Brownie, It's your Birthday..." /><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06458850306784606871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-90tIDQwdE/TOa-1kHCbSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/sbgnUHIHCJA/S220/DSCN1643.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--4M2zwQ7_e8/Tkf84LosYpI/AAAAAAAAAOY/yUgnMl_hzS8/s72-c/DSCN0493.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dailyepidoses.blogspot.com/2011/08/go-brownie-its-your-birthday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8EQH45fip7ImA9WhdQEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157733533157535388.post-5254649757472613587</id><published>2011-08-12T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T01:46:41.026+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-12T01:46:41.026+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feeling scared" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="confessions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="musings" /><title>Where Do I Go</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;from here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I've kinda soft-UNlaunched my food blog, because I just realised last night, and the whole of today at work, that I really have nothing to look forward to in this industry. I need a life and I don't think I can sweat it, doing those long hours, getting hit on the head, no overtime, super low medical "benefits", low pay and all. I don't have it in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I used to, because he was always there, spurring me on, with those wonderful random words of encouragement, but, now, I know I can't run this marathon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So where do I go from here? Hmmm... I'll graduate first, and then, move on to the next chapter. So long safety boots, apron, jackets, pants &amp;amp; toque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Life is meaningful because of people, and not things (in this case, things that you DO). It's the people who are around you, that makes this LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Copping out? Perhaps. I want to go out there, and start a family of my own. It's time. My clock's ticking! *lol* never thought I'd ever say that this early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;OH well, tomorrow (or rather, in a few hours time) is another day. Fingers crossed. Wish me luck people. I'm taking another freefall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157733533157535388-5254649757472613587?l=dailyepidoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;But all I can think of is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;And how I could make you fall back in love with me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;I may seem a little intense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;For your old-fashioned senses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;But, all I want is to be back in your arms again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Seeing what you do and what you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;And viewing those pictures of your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Makes me feel like we never were apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Makes me feel like, it was just yesterday I had your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;And now, it's all just words and words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;So vague and yet so blunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;The raw emotion I can sense like electricity in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Or am I just imagining like I always do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;The spaces between your words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Are like the silences I heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;When you went away, and I cried all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;And night, until I tried to find someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Who would be better than you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;But til today, I can't stop thinking of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;All the things we did and will do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;If only, you were back here today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;I may sound selfish, but this cruelty I wield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Is just to make you want to want me still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Is it foolish? Is it real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;I hate that every song I hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Reminds me of you and how we used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Everything you told me that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Keeps replaying whenever I fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;I want you to love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Or even just think, Hey, maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;What I'd do to make you love me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Just, please, say... Maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157733533157535388-1969170647438536765?l=dailyepidoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Some are quite NSFW (in endearing ways, not XXX!) and it brings back so many good memories of us. I am still laughing thinking about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This was a spying moment, back in the days of working together in Cyberjaya, when we'd all use the same toilet for smoking and breaks together with Jeremy. Cute pose! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JbJTsERENJs/TkGV5lH2PhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/URE2U7Or_-M/s1600/shit3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JbJTsERENJs/TkGV5lH2PhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/URE2U7Or_-M/s320/shit3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This was us rushing to fetch his mom from the airport, where I'd always sleepily jump into the car with him, just to keep him company during those weird hours when he had to get his mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kvVF_el2qPw/TkGU01ZJAvI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Sy8cgEjIS6Q/s1600/VroomVROOM%2540SLK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kvVF_el2qPw/TkGU01ZJAvI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Sy8cgEjIS6Q/s320/VroomVROOM%2540SLK.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This was a snippet of our quiet, bonding moments in Segafredo's where we'd steal away from the world, and just be there in silence as one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-auv0VKH6D_Q/TkGbeBdFbkI/AAAAAAAAAOU/YvToy9EKrXM/s1600/Image06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-auv0VKH6D_Q/TkGbeBdFbkI/AAAAAAAAAOU/YvToy9EKrXM/s320/Image06.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This was a camwhoring moment of his, when he worked in Pavilion, and I had the amazing privilege of him bringing me around when it was still being constructed. Yay for kitchen steel toe safety boots and the safety helmet. Pavilion will always be ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LvN06pEdBJs/TkGWsBtKFrI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/e71_873wQ6A/s1600/IMG_2078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LvN06pEdBJs/TkGWsBtKFrI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/e71_873wQ6A/s320/IMG_2078.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This was a note from him, when I drove all the way to fetch him from work, and instead he kicked up a fuss. All I wanted was for him to relax in the car, and not be tired, by having to wait ages for the bus, take the smelly bus back, and then wait again in the hot, lonely airport. Those words still ring true... I do care for him,mostly through my actions, even though my words are limited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"I'm really feeling bad about the way i was just now,i know you wanted to spent time with me by fetching me.Instead of talking and spending good quality time i just threw it &amp;amp; wasted it away by my actions just now.I'm really feeling the pain &amp;amp; lost of our beautiful time together. I hope you could forgive,did not mean to hurt with those harsh words that i said.Yeah i know when people are angry they always say things they dont mean just to hurt the other person.I'm trying my best to change and not be like all the other people. I was really tired &amp;amp; moody not to mention having in balance of my grip when i walk or stand straight due to lack of sleep and all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I know how much you care for me and i can see it in your actions,maybe i'm a dumb nimrod who prefers words rather to actions but i'm looking at the big picture not just small tiny words but all the things you do. THANK YOU for loving me and always putting up with my shit that i have to offer,wish i could be that perfect prince penguin charming for you. I may not be the best in showing my ways or sometimes show my love for you in the wrong ways but babe i really really really do love you from the bottom of my heart....from the first time my eyes laid eyes on you till this very moment and for all the future has in stored for us. Sweet Julia Dias i love so much that i over react most of the time......I'm sorry for those moments......Going to sleep now will talk to you later during the day,if you feel like talking to me after reading this please do wake me up and i'll will talk to you.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Love always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ian Dias"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I wish I could turn back time, and have that all back. Fights, arguments, wrestling, crazy good times and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157733533157535388-8518599786439302644?l=dailyepidoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;That day, he called me in the middle of work. Shan was so excited for me, when he saw the look on my face, when I saw who was calling. He didn't have to ask who it was, because I never smiled like that before, so it only had to be ONE person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But, unfortunately, it just turned out to be a massive rant by him, about money and about my mother being a horrible person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;That precious fleeting moment of utter joy traded for a whole day of tears, silence, confusion, worrying and self-hatred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Now? In the middle of the night, I still think of looking into his eyes and the feeling of hugging him to sleep, resting my chin on his shoulder while his big brown hands envelop mine, and I rub my legs against his fuzzy warm ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Friends from 2001, married in 2006, separated/divorced in 2008, back with a baby in 2011.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Life, along the way, gets messed up and horrible, but if you're willing to give yourself and that other person another chance, things can be wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157733533157535388-5640753377940710062?l=dailyepidoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I never survived more than 20 minutes of that show, but I'm going to watch it soon. That's next on my lifeless online movie streaming playlist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I have this vision, because we both just match each other so well, that if we could just erase all memories of us, and then one day, just start over again. In a more probable sense, I see this scene in my mind, say 2 years down the road, when we are both living on our own, and the pain has subsided, and then, we just run into each other, and decide, hey, let's just go for a drink at the nearby mamak, and then, after a few minutes of awkward conversation, we just start talking, like for real, and then, slowly, bit by bit, his friends and my friends are texting, "Hey, you serious you going out with her/him for dinner?" and then, we slowly go out again and again, and realise how much we fit together, and then, we go on One date, then another and another, and then... walk into the sunset together, with TinkyWinky and her children and ours, by our side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ah well. Wishful thinking. That's never going to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157733533157535388-2523202777106090698?l=dailyepidoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Other than that, it's really awesome seeing the sunlight stream into the house and see what the garden looks like in the daytime. Still, the house rings empty....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I still miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157733533157535388-8829745678834406312?l=dailyepidoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And for the rest of my life, because I know his door is closed to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I leave to Simple Plan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/rCYAWnIhL7E/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rCYAWnIhL7E&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rCYAWnIhL7E&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I know that he hasn't deleted/deactivated his account instead he has just plain old blocked me. Which to me, seems so childish and like he has something to hide. What does he want to hide? His new girlfriend? The new flavour of the week for him? The next big thing? His future wife? So what if I see it? I SHOULD see it, so I can start moving on. But, it's definitely something he wants to hide. I'm not stalking him, I just miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I deleted a whole bunch of people from my friends list. People whom we got to know together/his friends, because, he doesn't want me to be friends with his friends. Then, he should delete those people who were MY friends first, but of course, I'm not going to go up to them and say such things and try to play this stupid childish game of "You were my friend first" because that's just so unbecoming of someone, especially now that we're in the later part of our 20s, a supposed adult, not even YOUNG adult anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I am never going to have a good relationship with him, regardless of what happened and what I did to undo that relationship, because I will never be good enough for him. He constantly tells me (and, ironically, his ex before me) that he wants me to be a better person, to change, to do this and that and this and that, just to live up to his bloody quotient of an ideal partner. He has to wake up and realise that he himself is not perfect. No one is. There is no such thing as a perfect partner, but there is such a thing as a perfect relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;One where both accept and realise that they both have flaws and are willing to work things out. Yes, it was great while it lasted, but I get this metallic taste in my mouth everytime I think of him. Kinda like when you bite your finger and taste a little blood. He has successfully eliminated, bit by bit, all good feelings that I have towards him, and replaced them with bitter, self-loathing emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I really feel sick right now, thinking of how much anger, hatred and childish acts he has resorted to since we broke up. No one will ever be the person he wants them to be, because eventually, in any relationship, you have to compromise with their faults, as well as get someone who will willingly do the same with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;How could I have ever thought that he was really The One? Deep down I still do, but it just sickens me that I would invest so much emotion and love in someone who just obviously blows hot and cold at his own whims. He will love you so intensely for some time, and then, start to find fault with you, push you into a corner until you have nowhere to go, no one to talk to, then when you try to escape due to the pent-up sadness and frustration you have inside, he will blame all else on you, heap the coals on your head, until you are a broken down person, while he cavorts with the newest thing on his block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It makes me sick really. Right now, I feel like he's like alcohol and I've had so much to drink, and I'm having a massive hangover, with waves of nausea yet with nothing to puke out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh god, can't wait to throw out all reminders of him soon. And do up the house so bloody nice, that it'll look like he's never even been here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ergh. He doesn't even pretend to be civil, when calling me up to demand for his money back. He skipped few payments because he said he needed to buy a laptop, and my mom put in the cash. Instead he goes and blows it all on some whore-eating, disease-catching trip with womaniser-friends in Bangbangkok. And now, he says he needs the money to buy a laptop. Gee. I'm not that stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And another thing that I hate, he doesn't care about TinkyWinky, lets her sleep outside in a crowded, hot and small porch while he goes out on weekends, doesn't come home because he's probably stuck in some girl's room, telling her how he loves her, before he bangs her. I'm actually thinking of getting a different shift, just so I can take care of TinkyWinky, but it's not so soon, and well, I don't want to look like I'm poaching her away from him, and give him even more ammo to destroy my name/reputation or whatever is left of it once he's done with bitching about me to everyone we know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Job-hopping, irresponsible, inconsistent, rude, mean, cold, passionless, goalless, threatening, abusive, insecure. You've pointed out my flaws - I've fixed them. I hope to God you try to fix yours. Grow up. And grow some balls while you're at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157733533157535388-6075070787551402263?l=dailyepidoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;What I would give, to go back to that moment, and start over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I would save up all my angpow money, so I could actually buy him things that I knew he would enjoy for a very long time&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- his PS2, because he badly wanted it, (on the verge of the launch of the PS3), which I cracked my head badly to look for, as I don't know much about PS2 prices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- the iPod 160GB because he loves music and has tons of it and always loves listening to music wherever he is, something I've always wished for, but never had the heart to spend the money on, for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- the Harmon Kardon iPod dock sound system that looks like a modern boombox, which brings back memories of the 80s, and yet, is kick-ass better than Altec Lansing, which I was looking for like mad, when I took him out for his birthday massage in Circle massage and dinner at Bubba Gump's in the Curve. The massage was awesome, I must save up and go try one day, because they have these lavly rattan woven cocoons which are your rooms, and really nice looking stuff. I never even walked in to the place, except to bring him there. After blasting the eardrums of so many people, staff and customers alike, I finally decided on the Harmon Kardon, which I got later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- the Sennheiser head phones, when he wanted Skullcandy, whereas, I thought quality over style, and I looked high and low, for great sound which was somewhat similar to the Skullcandy ones. Personally, the Sennheiser noise blocking system looks way more comfortable than Skullcandy ones, and it comes with leather covered cushions and gold-plated cables. Wachaaww!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In the beginning, I didn't have much to spend, and so, I usually bought him bottles of Southern Comfort, because I knew, he didn't have the heart to buy those bottles but he loved it so much, that they would finish really fast, and so I did. Those bottles sit in the refrigerator now, holding water, with the date and occasions they were bought for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I always knew when he was hungry, and would always try to get him good food. I know he likes creamy stuff, and looked for recipes containing his favourite ingredients, like bacon, cheese, mayonnaise, eggs and whatnot. I always tried to make him dishes that I knew he would love, and so came up with things that he said he loves (but I think now, it's different) like poached eggs (because he likes runny yolks) on luncheon meat (he loves pork) and white bread (he loves Gardenia).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;He didn't use to drink coffee, but he eventually started, and we both love Coffee Bean, and so, he only drank Ultimate Vanilla Ice Blended (with coffee), and so I thought of making super ice cold milky coffee, and came up with, well, there's no name for it except for Ian's coffee. A non-alcoholic version of Bailey's, which he also loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;He loves bacon and mayonnaise, and so I made tomatoes, stuffed with bacon, onion, parsley &amp;amp; mayonnaise, which is the only way he eats tomatoes anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;He so badly wanted an awesome old-school car, and when he got it, I loved seeing the look on his face when he drove it. When he got into an accident, I lent him some savings so he could repair the car, and drove him to work, the airport, at wee hours in the mornings, worked night job and had classes at the same time. I would get followed by weird people at 4am in the morning, go sleep outside a dark lonely college until it was time for classes, because that would be the only time I had. I would rush back from work just to send him to work, and then rush off to class again, being on my feet the whole day, and then come back, and fetch him, and then worry about what he'd want to eat for dinner. A hungry penguin is an angry grumpy penguin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I knew he loves car shows, Taxi, Saw, Fast and Furious, so when I went back to Penang, I would go to the DVD shop and hunt for all those DVDs, just so we could sit back and watch those together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;All these things I did, he'd say that I was a spendthrift, and didn't know how to control my money. Yes, I do buy clothes now and then, and I enjoy getting something small every time, but it can never be as much as the money I actually am willing to spend for him. I would never dare, until now, to buy myself anything even though I badly want it, but I know, he LOVES these things, and so....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;One of the last birthdays, I didn't know what to get him, and so I hunted around for the Stadium Arcadium by RHCP, and the next round, I got him the albums from Avenged Sevenfold. Those were really hard to find.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;If we didn't break up, I already had so many things lined up in my Bookmarks tabs, of all the things I wanted to get him. Original band tour Tshirts, candy skull Zippo, candy skull &amp;amp; pin-up paraphernelia, and oh well, actually, a Schechter guitar, if it must be said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh yeah, I also designed the pink acoustic guitar for him. All the nights he was complaining and quarreling with me, I was actually spending drawing up the sketch, trying to incorporate things that he loves (skulls, stars, "Living Art", pink) into a guitar and the other days painting it and going all worried because it might not turn out perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;All the times I would get up in the middle of the night to make him food, as fast as possible, so that he could go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Taking him to buy plants and buying the bamboo plant, even though I had to skimp a lot for the month, because it was too costly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I don't look at money when I love someone, because I'd rather spend it on him, because it will make him happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And he says I don't appreciate the value of money, I sleep my life away, amongst other things. All those things he says to me hurts, because, I always had him at heart, when I did those things. Yes, I was super bitchy, but, it all came out, because we had so many petty issues we did not resolve, and it started to come out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I also went on a board game craze, because I wanted to start staying home a little more, spend more time with him, but I don't think that made a point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Seriously, if I got a windfall, the first things I think about are getting him the things he's always wanted. Like, a laptop, a sound system for TV and for the laptop (oh yeah, I spotted one, with Harmon Kardon sound system, perfect for him). Oh yeah, and the times I had backache, spending so many hours rearranging his entire music library, so it would look good on his new iPod go to waste. I "only spend time sleeping and drinking".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The boundaries of my love? None. In a heartbeat, I would be there for him. All he has to do is ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157733533157535388-2996024877485063401?l=dailyepidoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;All is not lost I guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Last night, I dropped by to see TinkyWinky, and Ian's Dad was outside, getting ready to take the doggies for a walk. I saw Ian looking at me from inside, and then he disappeared. I played with her for a bit, and she was being a lovely one as usual, and just as I was about to go, I asked Ian's dad, what time they were going to walk, as it was getting late. He said, he was waiting for Ian to come out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Just as I exited the gate, he came out. So obvious he was avoiding me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Seriously... I have no time, even though we have so much we love to do together, so much that we do so well and having so many things that just explode when we both put our heads together, but I don't have the time for people who act so childish and cowardly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, I know, I still love him, but I think, I'm in love with the Ian I used to know. This.... person now, is totally different. He's cold, mean, rude, childish, cowardly, irresponsible, drifting between jobs, backhanded and frankly, I'm surprised I still try to hold a good view of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh well. To each his own. I do not want to love anyone yet, because I'm tired of loving him so much, and have him turn worse by the day. But who am I to judge ay? I know he can be a better person, but the fact that he doesn't want to, well, that's a trait in itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;There will always be someone out there, who can be the one who holds my wrinkly hand to sleep, and it does not necessarily stop at him. The only regret, is losing TinkyWinky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;God removes him for a better reason? So that I can finally stand on my own two feet, discover the real me, and grow up in a shorter amount of time, so I can realise my dreams, potential, and meet someone who is willing to accept me for who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;That in mind....let's work it out through this coming week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157733533157535388-6585376109059078409?l=dailyepidoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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