<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276172497255412179</id><updated>2024-09-14T02:48:29.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SILENT WRITER</title><subtitle type='html'>&quot; TWO ROADS DIVERGED IN A WOOD BUT I- I TOOK THE ONE LESS TRAVELLED BY AND THAT HAS MADE ALL THE DIFFERENCE...&quot; ~ Robert Frost</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276172497255412179/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276172497255412179/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Silent Writer&#39;s Porch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905754267644604338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJ5omoLx_gw/S3gChwKgK6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tXESZMcPWgE/S220/anime_and_cartoon_836_thumb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276172497255412179.post-2418099139907180234</id><published>2013-06-25T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2013-06-25T01:25:29.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jennet - A dramatic poem - </title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;There is a woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-weight: normal; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;Her name is Jennet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
They call her,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Jennet the tramp.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Jennet the tramp?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Why call her a tramp?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
She looks nice and,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
She seems sophisticated.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Why call Jennet a tramp?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
She has standards.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Why call her a tramp?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
She seems like a good gal.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
No! Look at her.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Those blood red lips,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Those painted red fingernails and&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
That tight short red dress.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Don&#39;t you see young sir?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Only a whore dresses the way she does.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Don&#39;t you see young sir?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
She&#39;s a woman with no self - respect!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
No sir, I don&#39;t.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
She is beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Only an angel can be,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
As beautiful as she looks.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Angel, you say?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Sir, you are mad!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
She&#39;s no angel,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
She&#39;s the devil in disguise!&lt;/div&gt;
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Devil, you say?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
You sir, must be blind.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I see no devil in that woman,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
She&#39;s just human.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Don&#39;t be fooled sir,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Look at her carefully.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
The way she walks in that red high heel,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Listen to what she says when she speaks.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Jennet, has not shame!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
She&#39;s a tramp!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
She respects no boundaries!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
She is nothing but a trashy tramp!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Sir, please do watch your words!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
All I see is a beautiful, independent and,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
courageous woman!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Jennet is nothing like a tramp,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
She is an evolution!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
An evolution of women&#39;s innocence.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Oh, foolish sir;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
The devil has blinded you!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
All she is,&amp;nbsp;she is a tramp!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Let it be that I am foolish but,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Jennet is no tramp.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Jennet is a beautiful, normal and&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Proud woman!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
She is independent,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
She needs no man&#39;s approval to&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
live her life the way she wants it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
That is all I see.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I see only Jennet and&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
not a sinner.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
No, she&#39;s not a tramp.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
No, she&#39;s not a devil.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Jennet is a woman,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
She is brave and proud.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Any man would be fortunate&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
To have her in his life.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Oh, foolish sir!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
She is sinful!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Many of man would&#39;ve already&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
tasted her sweet nectar!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
She probably sold it for a nickel!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
She&#39;s a tramp and always will be!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Oh, wise sir,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
If you&#39;ll allow me;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
If Jennet was your daughter,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Would you call her a tramp?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Why judge Jennet so cruelly?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Does a woman have no right to be&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Brave, independent and proud&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
To live the life she chooses to lead?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Rights?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
For women?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Are you out of your mind?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Women need no rights!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
They are where they should be!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
So, tell me wise sir,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Where are they?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Where do they stand in this ideal society?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
What are their purpose?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Well, now...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Young sir, you are asking the right questions!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Women are simply meant to serve men.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Women,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
They belong in the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Their purpose are to cook, clean,&amp;nbsp;bear children&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
And, please their husbands!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Their purpose is to make men feel superior!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Now, that is where they stand.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
That is all the rights they need and have;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
They need no more,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
They are where they belong.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Dear wise sir,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
You forget.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
If there was no woman,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
You wouldn&#39;t be here.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
For all that a woman had done for you,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
You respect them too little!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Have you wondered,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
If your mother had dreams?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Have you wondered,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
If your mother hoped for a change of fate?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Would you have known love,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
If it was not for your wife?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Would you have known life,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
If it was not for your daughter?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
What if you die tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
What are you leaving for your daughter?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Wouldn&#39;t you want a life of freedom and happiness&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
For your daughter?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Do you prefer her to be slaved?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Does she have no dreams?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Won&#39;t you want to make her dreams come true?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Oh, young sir;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I am speechless.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I apologize for my ruthlessness.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
It never crossed my mind.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Yes! There should be change!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Maybe,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
My daughter could one day be a doctor!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Maybe,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
My daughter could one day be a judge!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Maybe,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
My daughter could one day be an engineer!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Maybe,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
My daughter could one day rule the nation!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Yes!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
She could be anything she want to be!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
She would inspire!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
She would not be afraid of the world,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
For she will have her rights!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-weight: normal; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;h2 style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;h3&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/feeds/2418099139907180234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/2013/06/jennet-dramatic-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276172497255412179/posts/default/2418099139907180234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276172497255412179/posts/default/2418099139907180234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/2013/06/jennet-dramatic-poem.html' title='Jennet - A dramatic poem - '/><author><name>Silent Writer&#39;s Porch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905754267644604338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJ5omoLx_gw/S3gChwKgK6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tXESZMcPWgE/S220/anime_and_cartoon_836_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276172497255412179.post-8100452270722759249</id><published>2013-06-25T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2013-06-25T00:13:55.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Here I sit&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
At the balcony&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Of the highest building&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Surrounded by nothing but&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Haze and silence.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I ask myself,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Why am I here?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
But, I find no perfect reason.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Why am I here?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I could suffocate,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I am harming myself.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Why am I here?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
From where I sit,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I see nothing but,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Clouded view.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Why am I here?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Do I have a purpose?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
My stomach grumbles,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Signing that I am hungry but,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I don&#39;t wish to move.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I ask myself again;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Why am I here?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
What am I looking for?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Is it peace?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Is it solidarity?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Why am I here?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Why do I feel lost?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Why can&#39;t I find a place for myself?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Why is there no place for me?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Why do I constantly feel left out?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Why am I here?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Do I wish to end my life?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
No, that&#39;s not it!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Why would I attempt that?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
It&#39;s not necessary.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Isn&#39;t life more painful than death?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Why must I die a painful death?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Wait; I finally know!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I am looking for peace!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Yes, that must be it!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/feeds/8100452270722759249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/2013/06/why-am-i-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276172497255412179/posts/default/8100452270722759249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276172497255412179/posts/default/8100452270722759249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/2013/06/why-am-i-here.html' title='Why am I here?'/><author><name>Silent Writer&#39;s Porch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905754267644604338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJ5omoLx_gw/S3gChwKgK6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tXESZMcPWgE/S220/anime_and_cartoon_836_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276172497255412179.post-6037998128560167506</id><published>2013-06-20T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-06-20T20:06:22.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plague of My Birth Name</title><content type='html'>Many people have told me that I should be proud of my name. It&#39;s a beautiful name. Why should I have to be ashamed of it?Well, those people are not me. So, why is it okay for them to judge me for how I feel about my name?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My name is AISHWARYA.&lt;br /&gt;
No! There is no &#39;Rai&#39; at the back of my name. My family name is NOT &#39;Rai&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;
I am not perfect. I make mistakes. I am human. I am a person. I am a normal girl. I am as weird as I can be at times. I am not slim and slender. I am chubby. I am full of me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you know what kind of first impression people have of me when they hear my name is &#39;Aishwarya&#39;?&lt;br /&gt;
They imagine me to be a girl who&#39;s pretty (as they think I should be). They imagine me to be slim and slender with perfect skin. They imagine me to be a girl who can fit in any dress and look gorgeous. How am I suppose to live up to this ridiculous expectation? I can&#39;t be who I really am. I can&#39;t be who people expect me to be. Worst of all, I struggle to live up to my name every day of my freaking life!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I tried to experiment the curse of my own name. I got a guy&#39;s number from a friend (a guy that I liked). I messaged him. Told him my name. He started guessing how I look. The description he gave me are; fair, tall, slim. The first two guesses - fair and tall - were right but, when it came to slim, I just knew that I might just lose him if he saw me in person. Which I actually did. I met up with him one day hoping that he might give in to getting to know the real me. We met in a library for less than 2minutes and never saw him ever again. I decided to never ever want to try dating at all and forever possibly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Some jerks that I have come across in my life, use my own name to mock me. They tell me that my name doesn&#39;t fit me (the way I look). Well, those assholes are strangers and so, most of the time I just let it slide. However, it fucking hurts when there are people close to me telling me to change the way I look (physically) just so that I could fit their&amp;nbsp;imaginative picture of a perfect girl.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Being rejected is normal. It happens but, when you are being rejected for not looking the way that you should for your own name, sucks! Most of the time, I avoid telling people my full name. I never do. I always tell people to call me &#39;Aish&#39;. That is it. When people call me by my full name, I feel embarrassed and I avoid all eyes contact with everyone. Sometimes, I just look to the ground and pretend that I don&#39;t hear my name being called out. The hardest times were when I was in school, tuition classes and when I had to meet new people. Some people warm up to me when they get to know me for me and when they don&#39;t try to change me. Some, will just keep judging. Well... in simple terms; &#39;Jerks will be Jerks&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There is no perfect explanation as to why I have written this article. In fact, I have no obligations to explain myself to anyone who doesn&#39;t understand the message of this article. Those who judge will keep judging but, I have a life to live so, peace out!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/feeds/6037998128560167506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/2013/06/the-plague-of-my-birth-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276172497255412179/posts/default/6037998128560167506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276172497255412179/posts/default/6037998128560167506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/2013/06/the-plague-of-my-birth-name.html' title='The Plague of My Birth Name'/><author><name>Silent Writer&#39;s Porch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905754267644604338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJ5omoLx_gw/S3gChwKgK6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tXESZMcPWgE/S220/anime_and_cartoon_836_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276172497255412179.post-8469578260686153211</id><published>2013-05-01T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2013-05-12T01:26:09.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I have a Blogger account?</title><content type='html'>Why in the world did I sign up for a blogger account?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This question has always disturbed me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, at first I registered because I wanted to improve my writing skills and find out how many people in the whole wide world would actually read my - well what ever it is that I have here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also, I registered because I am always emotionally troubled and I find that writing is the only way that I can express my emotion openly. I don&#39;t really expect any response, I just want to get the bloody feelings out. It sucks I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, I find that I write my best when I am emotionally disturbed. I wonder why? I wish I can change this behavior.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anyways, it really sucks. I find that my mind is twisted in some way. I find my life only of purpose when I go through emotional despair. I think I should see a shrink but, over here, it is not an advisable idea.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe, I would engage myself to see one when I am finally standing on my own feet and free from parental grasps... right now... I am just... I guess... I am just lost...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thus, I just keep praying for my piece of mind, heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/feeds/8469578260686153211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/2013/05/why-i-have-blogger-account.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276172497255412179/posts/default/8469578260686153211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276172497255412179/posts/default/8469578260686153211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/2013/05/why-i-have-blogger-account.html' title='Why I have a Blogger account?'/><author><name>Silent Writer&#39;s Porch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905754267644604338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJ5omoLx_gw/S3gChwKgK6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tXESZMcPWgE/S220/anime_and_cartoon_836_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276172497255412179.post-4353254650431861021</id><published>2013-02-28T03:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2016-03-22T12:58:11.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Oh my friend,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
What have I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
To tell you about me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
You know better&lt;br /&gt;
don&#39;t you?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Where have you been?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I&#39;ve missed you.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Many stories do I have&lt;br /&gt;
to tell you.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
My friend,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
You taught me to trust&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
You taught me to love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
You taught me to respect;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I&#39;m blessed...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
My friend,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Where have you been?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I wished you to be around&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
when I was telling stories to my children;&lt;br /&gt;
what beautiful days those were...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Did you ever think of me?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Have you ever thought of calling?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I wished that you did...&lt;br /&gt;
I wished that I did too...&lt;/div&gt;
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Did you know,&lt;br /&gt;
sometimes I feel lost?&lt;br /&gt;
Like I was incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;
My friend,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
At times,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I lose hope!&lt;br /&gt;
At times,&lt;br /&gt;
it is impossible&lt;br /&gt;
to trust!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
At times,&lt;br /&gt;
to disappear&lt;br /&gt;
is what I desire!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Do you know,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
sometimes&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I fear for my children?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I fear&lt;br /&gt;
they wouldn&#39;t know friendship.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I wished,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
they&#39;d learn from us.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
My friend,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I want to thank you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
For accepting me&lt;br /&gt;
as a friend;&lt;br /&gt;
and&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
For accepting me&lt;br /&gt;
as I am.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
You&#39;re a humble soul,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
You made me believe,&lt;br /&gt;
in myself.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
You made me,&lt;br /&gt;
a better person.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
My friend,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I thank you,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
For your care,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
For your love&lt;br /&gt;
and&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
For your faith&lt;br /&gt;
in me.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
My friend,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I&#39;d had a wonderful journey&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I can&#39;t wait&lt;br /&gt;
To tell you all about it;&lt;br /&gt;
there&#39;s pain, love, bitterness and sweets.&lt;br /&gt;
It was flavorful.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I thank you,&lt;br /&gt;
for everything!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
and,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I can&#39;t thank you enough.&lt;br /&gt;
You made the world better&lt;br /&gt;
for me.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/feeds/4353254650431861021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/2013/02/oh-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276172497255412179/posts/default/4353254650431861021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276172497255412179/posts/default/4353254650431861021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/2013/02/oh-my-friend.html' title='Oh My Friend'/><author><name>Silent Writer&#39;s Porch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905754267644604338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJ5omoLx_gw/S3gChwKgK6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tXESZMcPWgE/S220/anime_and_cartoon_836_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276172497255412179.post-8410039674482599525</id><published>2013-02-14T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2016-03-22T13:06:33.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Valentine&#39;s Day Dilemma</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine&#39;s day everybody!&lt;br /&gt;
I know that the title sounds a little pathetic but, I hope that you guys won&#39;t think that way&lt;br /&gt;
after reading this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The thing is, I just want to share something and to be frank, you would probably&lt;br /&gt;
assume that it&#39;s going to be about feelings. So, if you did... you&#39;re right. I am going to&lt;br /&gt;
share a little something about feelings.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I reminisced the time when I was in my teen years which ended just two years ago. =P&lt;br /&gt;
(God Bless my Teen Years)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anyways, during that hormonal period of my life as a teenager I&#39;d always&amp;nbsp;dreamt of having the most&lt;br /&gt;
amazing and most romantic Valentine&#39;s Day with the guy of my dreams (which I never ever met&lt;br /&gt;
EVER! Even if I did, I had no chance... Not even today...).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also, as much as I say I don&#39;t care about Valentine&#39;s Day but, deep down in my twisted teenage mind&lt;br /&gt;
and hormone I was deadly pathetic and sad! I hated Valentine&#39;s day because I always felt left out on the whole experience of expressing love to someone that would make a difference in me and my life. To be honest, I still do have the feeling. However, I don&#39;t hate Valentine&#39;s day as much as I did before. The reason to this might sound pathetic to those whom are in a relationship but, for the singles out there; SINGLES ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sorry couples... I am happy for you guys too. The thing is, for us, &#39;Single People&#39; I think it is most important to love yourself for who you are first, before you want someone to love you for who you are. For all girls, even the toughest ones out there, you have got to admit that at some point in your childhood or teen years, you have had dreams of meeting the right person (prince charming) and plan out your whole romantic story. Well if you don&#39;t want to admit it, it&#39;s okay because, I want to admit that. (Yes, this is an&amp;nbsp;embarrassing confession...) Somehow, even if things don&#39;t work out as we plan it to, we still are chasing for it because all of it brings us back to one most addictive potion. The Potion of HOPE... We have always hoped and never stopped. That&#39;s what keeps the magic alive. The hope for finding Love someday.&lt;br /&gt;
It might not be today, it might not be tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;
It might not be this week, it might not be next week.&lt;br /&gt;
It might not be this month, it might not be next month.&lt;br /&gt;
It might not be this year, it might not be next year too.&lt;br /&gt;
But, no matter what, we have never stopped hoping to find for Love. I am not sure if this quote is correct but, I&#39;ll give it a go okay... &quot;Love is the food for souls.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
(In case this quote had not been quoted before, I just want to say; Copyright by Me!) (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anyways, back to my story.&lt;br /&gt;
Well, I&#39;d just recently turned 21years old. At this point in my life, I do not have any intentions of being in any kind of relationship at all. In fact, I don&#39;t even want to ever get married. So, yeah... I have grown used to being single and I have learned to love myself, my space and my loneliness too much that I am actually comfortable with what I have. I do have regrets but, those regrets don&#39;t seem too important anymore. Once in awhile, there are times that I would love to find a shoulder to cry on. That&#39;s why we have friends and family for. They are always there to lend me a shoulder. So, when we keep finding for Love so far away, sometimes, we miss out on the Love nearby. So, This Valentine&#39;s day, I am thankful for what I have with me.&lt;br /&gt;
So yeah... I hope that, you guys don&#39;t leave out on those whom have always been there for you.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/feeds/8410039674482599525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-valentines-day-dilemma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276172497255412179/posts/default/8410039674482599525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276172497255412179/posts/default/8410039674482599525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-valentines-day-dilemma.html' title='The Valentine&#39;s Day Dilemma'/><author><name>Silent Writer&#39;s Porch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905754267644604338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJ5omoLx_gw/S3gChwKgK6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tXESZMcPWgE/S220/anime_and_cartoon_836_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276172497255412179.post-929982125504450181</id><published>2012-11-05T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-11-05T00:43:34.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back into my childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
Well, don&#39;t assume that I&#39;m super old just by reading the title fellow readers. I&#39;m just a twenty year old girl with some issues during her childhood and still do actually. I want to keep learning so, I keep making mistakes until there is no more mistake that I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anyways, lets not waste any time and get straight to the point. I was thinking for hours about what to write in order to update my blog and since it has been quite awhile that I wrote something, I want to give something really nice for your brain to chew (don&#39;t worry I won&#39;t make you think much). I was chatting for a couple of hours with a friend online about some &#39;things&#39; and as the conversation ended, I realized that I still didn&#39;t have anything in mind that I want to write about. Then I remembered my days in school and why am I the way I am today.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was not a happy kid. I was a kid who pretended to be happy. I was a kid who pretended that everything was going to be okay if you just keep hoping and keep having faith in that hope. I was a kid that kept pretending to understand the adults. I was a kid who pretended it was totally cool if my parents did not make it on sports day to watch me be the mascot or support my participation. I was the kid who supported others when I myself needed the most support. I was the kid who had no other voice speaking up for me and no other ears to listen to my voice. I am not an orphan but, I felt so sometimes. I had ignored many negative voices in my head. I had ignored many situations to keep myself safe from being hurt. I had cried myself to sleep for most of the nights. I was made to feel useless and my self-esteem was constantly attacked by those around me. I was made to feel guilty even if I did no mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had trust people and had allowed them to hurt me that I dare not trust anyone anymore. Most of the time, I just respect people. I do not trust them. These people, they just want me to be their listener. I should always understand them you see; because they are too perfect to need to understand others. They are never wrong (so they think). They say that I need to understand them. They say that I need to change. They say that I am not listening. They say that I am too stubborn. They say that I don&#39;t talk to them. They say that I am too secretive. They say that I am too influenced by my friends (those they are not fond of). Well, they should try their own advice first before giving it to someone else I&#39;d say. I do talk but, they don&#39;t listen, they just hear. To listen and to hear is two different thing people!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My point is, if you have children please learn to accept their flaws. They might not meet up to your expectations but, it doesn&#39;t mean &amp;nbsp;that they don&#39;t deserve your attention and support. Yes, it is important for your children to know that you have a certain problem especially when it is a financial one. Letting your children know a little something about your troubles develops a sense of responsibility in themselves. They become much independent sometimes and know that things don&#39;t always come easy in life. Teach them to learn from failures because IT WILL make them stronger.&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/feeds/929982125504450181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/2012/11/looking-back-into-my-childhood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276172497255412179/posts/default/929982125504450181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276172497255412179/posts/default/929982125504450181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/2012/11/looking-back-into-my-childhood.html' title='Looking back into my childhood'/><author><name>Silent Writer&#39;s Porch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905754267644604338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJ5omoLx_gw/S3gChwKgK6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tXESZMcPWgE/S220/anime_and_cartoon_836_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276172497255412179.post-4190591165732739363</id><published>2012-11-05T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-11-05T00:42:56.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most embarrassing moment in my life???</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
I had come across this question a few times before and I still do not know the answer to it. I do not know how an embarrassment should make me feel because, I am a sensitive person and I do take embarrassing moments extremely emotional. Sometimes, I become very depressed too. So yeah...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, I think I have one up my sleeve right now that I can share...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I think I was around 15 years old at the time. I was waiting for my dad to come pick me up from school. As I was waiting for my dad, I saw my brothers&#39; old schoolmate waiting at the same spot too. They were just 5 steps away. At the time, I did not realize or even knew that those two boys had a sister who was studying at my school ( I study in an all girls school). I did want to strike up a conversation because I do know them but, I was shy. Then I saw them trying to get their message through &#39;sign language&#39;(not the proper one; it was more of body language), using their hand movements and lips movements. Stupidly, I assumed that they were addressing it to me and I replied to them loudly (I should have minded my own business...). I actually thought that they were asking where were my brothers. A while later, I realize that they were not looking at me. They were looking over me. Their sister was sitting right behind me (about two steps away) and I did not realize.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, when I did realize, I tried to cover up by looking over the boys. I shall tell you, it was not that... embarrassing when I realize that they were not talking to me. What came later is much embarrassing than that. I saw my discipline teacher sitting at table a feet away, watching me the whole time. In my head, I imagined to lock myself in a cupboard and never come out ever again. I swear I saw that woman holding back her laughter. IT WAS SO... EMBARRASSING!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/feeds/4190591165732739363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-most-embarrassing-moment-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276172497255412179/posts/default/4190591165732739363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276172497255412179/posts/default/4190591165732739363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-most-embarrassing-moment-in-my-life.html' title='The most embarrassing moment in my life???'/><author><name>Silent Writer&#39;s Porch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905754267644604338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJ5omoLx_gw/S3gChwKgK6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tXESZMcPWgE/S220/anime_and_cartoon_836_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276172497255412179.post-674347515071899303</id><published>2012-10-01T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-10-03T12:10:34.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to live?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;This question has no specific answer to it. However,
we keep asking this question to many people. How do I live? What is the meaning
of life?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The answer varies for every different individual
whom go through life differently everyday. One individual cannot live too many
lives of other individuals. Still, for the same question every individual never
stopped seeking for the answer. We would either know the individual or might
not know the individual. My definition of life is trust. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Without trust, you won’t be able to live. Everyday,
you would wake up and worry which bastard would stab you in the back. Which of
those whom you love would leave you? Which person in your life that you trust
so much would shatter your trust? You would go through everyday with fear in
your eyes and doubts in your mind. You might even end up not trusting yourself.
You will start asking questions to yourself;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Am I a bad
person? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Am I not worth it? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Do I not deserve someone special in my life?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Should I not
trust anyone anymore? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Should I move far away? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Should I still be alive? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;What’s the point of living when I can’t live my own
life? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;What’s the point of giving advice when I myself
cannot follow my own advice? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Why is it that I should listen to those around me
when they don’t even hear me out? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;What’s the point of being alive?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Who am I living for?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;What is my purpose of living?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Can I get one good reason that I should be alive?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Do I have a reason to live?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;How do I live?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;When you start asking all these questions, stand up
from your seat. Put away what you’re doing. Leave that cigarette. Leave that
bottle of whiskey on the table or what ever type of alcohol you have in your
hand. Wipe away your tears. Put a smile on your face. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;It’s not because I am going to help you find your
answer. I am not God. I can’t give you your answer. You got to find the answers
on you own. However, I can tell you one thing for sure. Pull up your socks. Get
ready for your new adventure. Don’t worry, this adventure is not expensive. It
is priceless and only you can travel it. You don’t have to pack your bag. You
don’t even need to throw away your old stuff. Well, not until you are ready
that is. Unless you are someone whom has lost someone special, you don’t have
to throw anything away. Maybe you might have to get rid of some bad habits that
you have acquired during the miserable days of your life but, not your
belongings unless, you want to.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Talking about losing someone... well, honey... if
you have lost someone really important, many might have told you to let go.
Look, letting go is a choice of yes or no. Seriously speaking, you don’t really
have to let go. It is all about acceptance. The acceptance, that the person is
no more in your life. You don’t have to forget about the person. You don’t have
to delete the person too. If the person has hurt you, learn to forgive. If the person
has wounded you, learn to forget. It is easy to say, ‘just move on’. It is hard
to actually put it into action. Even to forgive and forget, its definition
varies for each individual. You don’t have to be like everybody. Do it
according to your own comfort. No one is forcing you. No one is forcing you to
breathe. No one is pressing a pillow against your face. Just take a deep breath
and decide on what you really want to feel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Well, that’s for those whom have lost someone. I am
going all the way back to where I asked you to put a smile on your face. See, I
didn’t ask you to put a smile on your face and hypocritically tell you that
everything is going to be okay. I asked you to put a smile on your face because;
you still have time ahead of you. You can still make it in time to make a
difference in your life. When I say make a difference, I didn’t mean make a
huge donation. I meant, make a difference in YOUR LIFE. Seriously, what’s your
point of helping others live when you can’t live your own life? It might give
you some kind of satisfaction but, the satisfaction would just be for a short
while and, what about later? Are you going to keep donating until you go
totally bankrupt? Better give me the donation then...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Honey, it’s okay to not be able to trust anyone. You
are not alone. Many of us don’t trust the people around us. Only some whom are
daring enough to admit that they don’t trust anyone. When you accept that truth
about yourself, honey, you should be proud of yourself because, at that moment,
you are finally breathing for yourself. You finally found the right door to
come out. You won’t know how it happens but, you’ll definitely feel how light
your chest would get. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Hey, I said that you’d go trough a new adventure. I
didn’t say I would guide you through it. Baby, this is something you should do
on your own. Don’t depend on anyone but yourself. This is your life now and it
is up to you on how you want to start it because, when you start, there is no
end to it. It is forever. You will have to find those answers on your own; you will
have to go through a lot of pain in order to find the answers for your
questions; you will need to do it alone; you will need to depend on no one else
but yourself. And, I’ll tell you one thing for sure; you will be proud of
yourself and it will be worth it. Just be careful on how you are going to start
your journey okay... You have been listening to all those unnecessary people
all your life right? Now, listen to your world. Listen to the universe. Communicate
with them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So, here you go...&lt;br /&gt;
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Marriages&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Most
of the time, early marriages are related to child marriages. However, this time
I would like to relate early marriages to adults whom range from the age of 17
to 25 and not children. As fact, we all have known that child marriages are
unacceptable and irrational and there are many articles about it on the
internet that you can immediately get to in a second. In contrast, early adult
marriages are not discussed as much as child marriages while many know that the
situation is almost equally harmful. To note, most of the time women have
always been the victims of these marriages. In today’s world, most women are
educated and so are the men however, why do we encounter subjects such as
divorce, cheating spouses, suicide, abortion and baby dumping? Have any of us
actually thought about this? That is why I am incorporation certain points in
the coming paragraphs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;The
main cause for such incident to take place comes from root. By root I mean, the
family. Specifically I mean the elders in the family. Young adults are very
vulnerable to emotional blackmails from their family members although they are
the most stubborn creatures. They are aware of their responsibilities towards
their family and they know if their family’s decisions are right or wrong.
However, when it comes to emotional blackmail, all logics are thrown out the
window and the only matter that would be taken into count is the happiness of
their elders. The elders in most families are not to be said uneducated
although there are some whom are uneducated or whom are lack of education.
Well, the matter is that they are not up to date with the current world. They
are still stuck with their own old mentalities and old principles which many of
us know that not all are applicable in the current world. On top of that, many
elders have the misconception that early marriage could lead to early
pregnancies that could lead to having more grandchildren. Young adults
automatically become victims of their elders’ needs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;The
effect that would come of this irrational decision could lead to young adults
ending up in divorce cases. The reason to this is that, young adults whom are
forced into early marriages are stuck in a stressful situation of not accepting
their spouses for who they are. Sometimes, too many differences of each other’s
personality and characteristics could lead to emotional frustration as they are
constantly fighting within themselves. Young adults whom are married when they
are at the age range of 21-25 will have financial problems as they did not have
the time to develop their career. If one cannot support himself, how can he be
able to support a family? Taking a woman into account, if she is married of to
a man of doesn’t matter what age he is, or how financially stable he is or even
how settled he is, the woman will still suffer in the future if any kind of
problem comes up. This is because the woman will be very dependant on the man
for all kind of support. On top of that, being married off at a very young age,
might have caused the woman to give up on her own hopes and dreams as of now,
she has been forced to take the responsibility of a wife. It costs more if the
woman does not have a higher education for her to be able to support herself
which will cause her to be totally dependant on the man she’s married to and
put up with much critical troubles in the future. Especially, if she has
children or experience domestic abuse.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Furthermore,
early marriage between young adults could also lead them to cheat on their
spouses. Having been forced to get married is not a mild issue. It involves
emotion. Women are well known to be emotional. Men, on the other hand are
equally the same but, we can’t see it because, they don’t express themselves
like women do. Women are known to be vulnerable so, when a woman cries it is
very casual. It is not a new matter. It is bound to happen. In contrast, when a
man cries, it is weird. This is actually a general point of view because, men
are always known as the stronger gender. Men are known to be stone hearted.
However, we always overlook the fact that, both men and women are just normal
human beings and, human beings have emotions and God never restricted any of
his children from expressing themselves. Getting married at a very young age
and against self will, young couples will go through misunderstandings as they
can’t accept the marriage whole heartedly to surrender himself/herself to the
person he/she is married to entirely because of his/her guilty conscience.
Therefore, there will be lack of communication, lack of physical and emotional
attachment towards their spouses. This would lead them to find for happiness
outside their marriage. Miscommunication would lead to the lack of attention
towards each others’ emotional and physical needs and this does not just
include men but, it also includes women as well. In the current world, this has
become very normal especially among young married couples. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Therefore,
young adults whom are forced into early marriages should learn to communicate
with their elders and try to make them understand that it takes time for both
individuals to be sure that they are ready to be married as well as ready to
start a family. Young adults should learn to speak for themselves and realize,
it’s their life that they are putting at risk and others’. They should realize
that they are the ones that are going to be living together against their own
will and not their elders. Marriage is a sacred foundation of starting a new
honest life with two willing hearts and, not the foundation that should be started
with compromise and lies. They should keep this in mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Q8: From the reading and
discussion, what in your opinion is language planning?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Q9: And why do you think language
planning is needed?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In my opinion, language planning is
proving that a country is developing. When a country develops, the people in
the country should develop cognitively as well. It is not logical if the
country moves forward and the people don’t. It should work hand in hand.
Language planning in a country shows the world outside the country that, it is
catching up with all the other developments in the present. It also allows
purposeful communications to occur between the people of our country and people
of other countries. It allows easy exchange of information as well as
knowledge. The best part of all these is that, people can understand other
people easily as well as avoid misunderstanding to occur. Language planning
also allows people to be less stereotypical. Changes that occur in today’s
world also cause changes in attitudes of people. Having language planning
system in a country, allows everyone to see each other as equal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Q7: Bahasa Melayu is taken as our
National language so that it stands as a symbol of our unity; a language that
unite the multiracial Malaysians as well as representing the nation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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will the impact be on our national language?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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are our efforts to help our own language?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;See, this is why
I keep stressing that the English language should not be looked upon as a
threat to the national language. Even if it is seen as one, we should always be
aware that, the survival of the national language relies on the loyalty of its
people to make sure that their language is not dead. Why not implement that all
of those whom want to apply for any government scholarships or jobs be
competent in the language through paper and through verbal practices. We have
to realise that, we play an important role in the survival of the language. If
our people ignore this fact, then I am sorry to say the situation is not that
of language killing another language. It is people killing their own language.
Like it or not, this is the truth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Q6: What are other items which come
together with a language?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Most people easily relate the
English language to the western/European culture/way of living. The thing is,
is doesn’t have to be that way. We Malaysians are famously known for our
culture and multiethnic way of living. Why not bring that back? The world use
to know us in a way that no matter how established we are, we hold on to our
roots. Why not bring that back. Yes, our young generations are very much
exposed and influenced by foreign cultures as well as materials and no matter
how much we try it won’t stop getting to them. So, why not try a totally new
approach to handle the matter. First of all, everything has to come from the
family. The way they are brought up, family values, religious values, so on and
so fort. There are multiple ways that we can handle the issue, its just that we
confine ourselves in something and not letting ourselves out there to be open
to suggestions. Every other country has its influence in Malaysian society but,
does our society have any influence on any of the other? Nope, I don’t think
we’ll ever get an answer. If we do get answer, it would be an unbearable truth
and might raise political or racial issues.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Q5: Do you support the government’s
implementation of learning Mathematics and Science in English? Why?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yes, I do support the government’s
implementation of learning Mathematics and Science in English. Honestly, I
think this is one decision that the government did right. If you ask me why do
I think it’s the right decision that they have made so far? I would say;
‘because it will benefit the country.’ Every story takes time to reach its
success. According to what I feel as a student, if they would have given some
more time, they could have seen improving results.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We Malaysian always have tons of
reason for why we should not do things but, can’t come up with one of why we
should and even we do come up with one, it is always arguable. Why is that?
When it was implemented that Maths and Science was to be taught in English, it
gave our students hope that; ‘yes, we are going somewhere together and not
alone. We are trying to succeed together and not alone.’ Like I said earlier,
let not the country succeed alone but, to succeed with its people. Well,
students might not realize it consciously but, subconsciously they know there
is a hope.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There were matters involving
students from rural areas not being able to cope with the changes due to
limited references, lack of teachers, insufficient supports and the struggle of
learning the core subjects in English but, in every success stories there are
challenges. People see these problems separately and that is why it seems like
it’s too much to handle. Let’s see this problem as one shall we? In one word
all the problem can be put into one word which is; challenge.&amp;nbsp; Yes implementing a second language into the
curriculum is by itself a challenge. See, common sense will tell you that every
success will take its own phase of time to be achieved. It was just a matter of
time that we were about to see real results but, we backed off early.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The failure was blamed on several
factors of the challenge. Firstly, it was due to limited references available
in the rural areas. References limited or not, does not mean that they are
unavailable. References are available but they are not used up to their full
potential and to my understanding, references can be recycled for future use. If
you want to relate the limitation of references to the limitation of IT
available in the rural areas, still I’d say; ‘although it is limited, it does
not mean that it is unavailable!’This leads me to the next factor which is the
lack of teachers, now this is one of the most annoying reasons of all time.
See, our country does not lack of teachers at all, it lacks of quality
teachers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;All our teachers are qualified to teach but,
they don’t put much effort into teaching. As beginner teachers, they might have
the enthusiasm but, in time that enthusiasm fades. Society has this
stereotypical mind set that a teacher’s job is really easy. What they don’t
know is that like other jobs, being a teacher has its risks as well. See, like
all other profession the teaching profession has its own principles. Teachers
are bound to teach according to the specific curriculum that has been set by
the Education Ministry. However, we should understand that every learner has
his/her own way of learning. On top of that, even in a small organization such
as school has its politics. Language teachers especially, have to be able to
use whatever resources they have in that rural area to make the lessons in the
classrooms to be purposeful. Therefore, instead of saying that we lack of
teachers to teach in the rural areas, it’s better to make some improvements for
them to be much useful. Teach teachers to make everything they’ve got useful.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;This
brings us to the next point; ‘insufficient support’. This factor refers to two
types of support; one’s financial support and the other is the support from the
society. Financial wise, I would say we can manage. We think that our
government can’t do much but, the truth is, they can. We pay many types of
taxes in our country. Tolls are everywhere along the high way and people are
travelling everyday sometimes their trips are more than once. I’d say, we out
government can manage their financial well; we wouldn’t have any kind of
financial problem to provide for the education of the people in the rural
areas. It is possible for our government to provide financial support for those
from the rural areas. Not only that, our government have to have to decide and
prioritize. Taking steps, one at a time could help to solve the issue. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;The
other issue about the support from the society is that, people from the rural
areas are easy to manipulate. When people from higher authority tell them that
the English Language jeopardise the stand of the national language, they
believe it. Higher authorities constantly confuse them and take advantage of
their trust. What I believe that should be done is that, instead of threatening
them that the English causes jeopardy to the national language, why not inform
them why the English language is important for them to learn in order for them
to have a secure future. Our government officials have to stop mixing politics
and education. Only then, they can come up with a secure and healthy education
plan for the country.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;On
top of that, the last factor that worries everybody is the difficulties that
students face in learning the core subjects especially maths and science in
English. Not only do the students face these difficulties, even teachers are
facing difficulties teaching these subjects in English as they have been
teaching in Bahasa for a very long time. However, this does not mean they
should give up on it. The main reason why the government implemented that maths
and science being taught in English is so that, students have more reason to
communicate and learn the language quicker as well as help them think using the
language. I repeat again, that this does not mean that the implementation of
the language is to jeopardise the status of the national language. People
should realise that, most scientific terms are of the English language which
makes it easier for our learners to step into the grounds of higher educations
as the syllabus in higher education systems are in English.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Q4: Who exactly need the language
most?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I can actually name a few for this
question but, I’d round it all up and say; ‘everyone in this country need the
language.’ I don’t favour that only specific group of people should need the
language. I think everybody should need it. They method here should be; ‘nobody
gets left behind,’ not ‘I win, you lose.’ What is wrong if a cobbler can speak
English? The language won’t be tainted would it? A cobbler in America and
England can speak English. Even a Scottish cobbler with the weirdest accent can
speak English why not a Malaysian cobbler? Why the grading system?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Everyone needs the knowledge of this
language. Only then, can this country really move forward not only by itself
but, with its people. I think, this is why politicians and normal people
somehow have conflicts one way or another. It’s because, in our society there
is a grading system. A judging system of who belong to which group of people.
Generally, everyone see that those who communicate in English are very bright
and sophisticated people. Can you see the double standards? Do you want to know
why double standards exist in our society? It’s because we created it. We fed
it. To speak up the truth, our national language is not dying. We are killing
it. We are asked to learn the English language. However, we used it as a weapon
to kill another language. Language should be taught as knowledge and, knowledge
should be respected. Like people, every language has its colour and kind.
Language does not belong to a particular group or party. It does not have an
owner. Everybody is entitled to learn any kind of language without restriction.
They are entitled to learn it with passion for knowledge. Language should not
be mistaken as a tool to improve ones status. So, if you ask me; ‘who needs the
language most?’ I will always say; ‘EVERYBODY needs it.’ No more, no less.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Q3: Why do we need English?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Like I have said earlier, English is
essential. Before civilization, a human only basic need for survival was food,
shelter and water. However now, during an improving civilization and growth of
technology communication has become one of the most important skills of
survival. Yesterday humans hunt for food in the jungles and rivers. Today
humans can hunt for food in supermarkets by purchasing them using green papers
with inked values on them which we call; money. Get the comparison? All I am
indicating is that, our world today is moving really fast and probably ahead of
time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Where am I getting to with all of
this? Well, simply said, communication is the one way that shows that humans
are civilized. However, why is it that English is much important than any other
languages? What is so special about English? In my opinion, I assume that it’s
because, most countries around the world were colonized by the British during
the early years before WWI. Therefore, the traces of the language have been
left behind some how allowing it to be possible for almost anyone to pick up
the language. However, we cannot expect everyone to be as fluent as the native
speakers because, everybody is from somewhere, and that somewhere has its culture
and its own accent which everyone will carry with them in their tongue.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Coming straight to the point, we
need English because it is the one language that people worldwide can
understand. You can go anywhere from Malaysia and still be able to survive if
you can communicate fluently in English. Knowing to speak English is also a
requirement for employers to hire employees nowadays. The English language is
also known as the professional language as it is widely used for formal
businesses, political and economical matters. It is a professional language.
Malaysia is a multiracial country and not all of its citizen mother tongue is
the Bahasa Melayu language which causes the issue of the national language
still hanging and highly sensitive. I am not arguing on which language should
be our national language. In fact, I care less about it. Language is art, not a
political tool. The English language is mainly important for our purpose of
surviving in the outside world. It is essential for the growth of the country.
The mastery of the language shows how our people are growing as well. To accept
and learn the language does not mean to abandon the national language. To
accept and learn the language shows that our people are mature and can handle
much more than what we already have in hand. We are up to the challenge.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Q2: Recall a situation where English
was seen as prestigious?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well, I can’t recall any moment in
the country’s history when English was seen prestigious but, what I can recall
is the time I can remember that the language was prestigious. I can’t say that
the time frame I would be giving is overly accurate. Therefore, I hope that the
information that I am about to give can be bared. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;As written in the history books that I have
been forced to study during my schooling years, I realize that during the
British colonial years in Malaya, English is seen as a very prestigious
language. It was known to be the language of those whom hold a political
position in the government during those times. It was to make the communication
between the British and the Malayan government easier. All of those whom want
to hold a staff position in the government sectors must know the language and
enrol in English speaking schools during the time. There was even a time when
we had schools based on the language that the curriculum was taught in. There
were English schools, Malay schools, Tamil schools and Chinese schools. Each of
these schools have their curriculum taught in their favoured language as those
whom join the schools at the time are of those people which their mother tongue
is of that particular language. Probably because it makes it easier for them to
learn and the communication is easier as it could be understood by their respective
learners.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The other time that I remember that
the language was popular and is at its most prestigious stage was when the
Education Ministry decided to change the whole syllabus into English except the
Bahasa Melayu/Malaysia. It was the one time that the English Language was at
its peak moment and was obvious to everyone across the country. It was at these
moments that all citizens realized that the language was essential for the
future generations to have a better future. Math and Science – including physics,
biology and chemistry – were taught in English. During the early years of these
implementation, there were students whom faced problem of learning these
subjects in English but, later on they became accustomed to the system.
Students were actually starting to understand everything that’s taught in
English although not very successfully but, there were improvement. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;However,
the change of curriculum from Bahasa to English had caused certain parties to
be unsatisfied. It was argued that the implementation of such way might cause
the depletion of the national language. It is argued that the implementation
might cause the national language to be a dead language as everyone find the
English language to be overly essential for the world today. It was argued
that, ‘if a country such as Japan which is successful can stand by their
national language why can’t a country such as ours stand by our national
language despite of how important the English language is to the world.’ I do
not have any comments on the statement. However, I would suggest that these
parties not be too stereotypical. Learning the English language does not mean
to kill the other languages. The survival of the national language is in the
hands of its own people and we are its people. As much as the national language
depends on us for its survival, we depend also on the English language to
survive not only in the country but, outside the country as well.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Q1: In your opinion, what is the
status of English Language in Malaysia?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In my opinion the status of the
English language is improving from time to time. The usage of the English
language has become very important as the growth of private economical sectors
in Malaysia is increasing. On top of that, English is widely spoken by most
Indians and Chinese residents in Malaysia. However even the locals (Malays) are
becoming fluent – especially those whom are from the urban areas – using the
language.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Over the years, English has become a
very demanding language all over the world. In fact, the English language is
known also as the international language. Everyone in the world is picking up
the language. In Malaysia none the less, the language has been given a lot of
attention too. Education wise, all English language teachers in Malaysia have
been constantly improving their teaching methods, techniques and approach to
make sure that all students can speak, listen, read, write and understand the
language fluently as well as accurately. However, I would remind that the
latest method that is famously used by all teachers is the CLT (Communicative
Language Teaching) method. This method focuses more on fluency than it focuses
on accuracy. Many believe that students would catch up on the language much
quickly and understand how to use the language accurately by communicating the
language. However, this statement is arguable.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The status of the English language
in Malaysia as said earlier is improving in time and I would say that
eventually all Malaysian will be fluent and accurate in using the language as
all our educators are improving themselves as well. Not only are our educators
are improving, our citizens have grown aware of the importance of the language as
well. Parents especially have been intense about the usage of the language.
Most parents from the urban areas and are of sophisticated lifestyle are
training their children to speak the language from a very young age. Some of
those children’s first language believe or not is English and even their mother
tongue becomes their second language and not their first language. Therefore, I
would say, we wait and watch the changes that bring in the form of language in
our country.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Peace... I&#39;m out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Good night.&lt;br /&gt;
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They say is to be feared.&lt;/div&gt;
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Loneliness...&lt;/div&gt;
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They say is sad.&lt;/div&gt;
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Why?&lt;/div&gt;
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I wonder;&lt;/div&gt;
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Because I feel it is my best companion.&lt;/div&gt;
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It expects nothing from me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And nor do I.&lt;/div&gt;
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It offers me it&#39;s time&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It offers me peace.&lt;/div&gt;
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It does not interrupt me&lt;/div&gt;
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It does not need my commitment.&lt;/div&gt;
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And I enjoy its companionship.&lt;/div&gt;
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Loneliness...&lt;/div&gt;
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Does not scare me.&lt;/div&gt;
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Pain...&lt;/div&gt;
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Is what I fear the most,&lt;/div&gt;
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People is what I fear most,&lt;/div&gt;
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Losing them is what I fear most,&lt;/div&gt;
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Letting go is what I fear most.&lt;/div&gt;
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They say loneliness causes pain but,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I would say pain causes loneliness.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have learnt to be a friends with my loneliness.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have learnt to be happy with my loneliness.&lt;/div&gt;
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Now,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I fear if someone might take away my friend.&lt;/div&gt;
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I fear if I have to change they way we are.&lt;/div&gt;
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I fear that it would be the same when I leave and return again.&lt;/div&gt;
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Would I be happy with my loneliness when I bring pain along?&lt;/div&gt;
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I wonder...&lt;/div&gt;
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I will be posting almost all the poems that I have up in my sleeves so, just keep track okay... =)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/feeds/5231800327738574591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/2012/08/poems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276172497255412179/posts/default/5231800327738574591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276172497255412179/posts/default/5231800327738574591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/2012/08/poems.html' title='Poems'/><author><name>Silent Writer&#39;s Porch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905754267644604338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJ5omoLx_gw/S3gChwKgK6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tXESZMcPWgE/S220/anime_and_cartoon_836_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276172497255412179.post-9180406344790533696</id><published>2012-08-05T02:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-08-05T02:12:12.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Dearest You</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;My dear, for years I have&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Given my heart to you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I decided that, there&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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else.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;No one apart from you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Shall I ever dream of.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I would live everyday&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Just to own your gaze.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;It didn’t matter to me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Of how my day would end;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;As the presence of you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Have completed every
second.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;My dear, you have no clue&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Of how much you meant to
me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;You have no clue, of what&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;The absence of you have
done to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Every breath you take,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Gives me hope to live.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Every step you take,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Leaves a permanent trail.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Even if my world comes to
an end,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I will not worry! Because,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I know. Only I know,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;That my love for you is
ever endless.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;But, have you ever
realized?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;No! you just left me
standing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;All on my own, without a
clue&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Of what has changed between
us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Then, I realized something,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;An awkward feeling in my
chest.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;The feeling grew and grew
dashingly&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;That my eyes started to
bleed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I knew then, that&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I’ve lost you for good.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;My days are just passing by
swiftly,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Like a novel only of blank
pages.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I cried like a baby,
Everyday!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Seeking for the answers,
for your actions&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;And still, I couldn’t
believe that&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;You left me for someone
else.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;My dear, I promise you that&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Even if you’re gone,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;You will remain the only
one&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I will ever love and keep
loving.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;You’ll be my only universe,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;You’ll be my only dream,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;You’ll be my only spirit,
and&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;You’ll be my only sole
reason to live.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I will forgive you my dear,
and&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I will try to forget.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;It wouldn’t be easy, but&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I have to keep moving.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;With or without you,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I have to travel my
journey.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;With or without you,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I have to reach my
destination.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I love you, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Always and forever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I love you,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;For as long as time runs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;(Well I wrote this a couple of years ago it had been shared on FB by someone I know for his gf ... I really didn&#39;t think he would do that but, he did... this poem is actually written for him anyways...however, &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m not going to fret about this... I just want to share it to the world now... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/feeds/9180406344790533696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/2012/08/to-my-dearest-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276172497255412179/posts/default/9180406344790533696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276172497255412179/posts/default/9180406344790533696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/2012/08/to-my-dearest-you.html' title='To My Dearest You'/><author><name>Silent Writer&#39;s Porch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905754267644604338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJ5omoLx_gw/S3gChwKgK6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tXESZMcPWgE/S220/anime_and_cartoon_836_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276172497255412179.post-5852284572755993211</id><published>2012-08-05T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-08-05T01:44:22.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fit before, Fat now? How?</title><content type='html'>I had a random conversation with my mom and my brothers and the question about weight came up and I told them, &quot;I&#39;ve never been thin my entire life and so I don&#39;t know how it feels like to be thin.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Then they tell me that, I have been thin before... In my head, I was like; &quot;WTF?!!!! Then why the hell did you call me FAT earlier.. I could have maintained that bloody weight and size... &amp;nbsp;and could have looked super hot today!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Look, I am not going to spend my time blaming the whole world for how I look today... it is no use... nothing is going to change. I just want to let something out... that&#39;s all.&lt;br /&gt;
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All my life, throughout my childhood, teen years and even now I&#39;ve always received comments saying that I am fat, obese and overweight from everybody and especially my family. My self-esteem is as low as it can be and I live my life pretending to be a confident and strong person. When ever I realize that I am pretending, I turn to food for comfort. I pretend like I don&#39;t care about how I look or how much I weigh but there are just certain times when reality keep slapping me on my face showing me how much I despise to look at myself in the mirror whenever I go shopping or sit beside girls smaller than me. Reality shows me how much I hate myself for looking the way I look. Now, that was not a nice feeling to carry with me all my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Right now, I really wish that at least my mom could have told me that I was not fat at the time so, I would not have had continued being depressed and instead, could have maintained my 70kg weight at the time and I would not have added extra 30 kg in the past few years. My weight could have stayed an ideal of 70kg. It was perfect for my height of 172cm.&lt;br /&gt;
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I would be lying if I say; &quot; I don&#39;t regret what I&#39;ve done of myself.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The truth is, I regret to my heart&#39;s core. I want to start over... it will take time but I want to start over.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve been planning diets and exercise schedules but never been able to deliver. I am the laziest person you can ever meet. However, in so many years today was the first time I heard anyone of my family saying that I was thin before... I wish they had told me earlier so that I wouldn&#39;t have to be where I am today but... it&#39;s too late for that. On top of that, I just want to say; I am a person whom accepts death but, I am not a person whom wants to accept any kind of sicknesses except flu/ cough/ fever (all the regulars). I do not want to be a candidate for diabetes or cardiovascular disease. So... before it&#39;s too late I want to finally really really change.&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, I want to say; &#39; next time anyone of you tell someone or hear someone tell someone that they are fat, please help them positively... not everyone are as optimistic as you aspect them to be... some are very sensitive and a remark like that could have much worse consequences.&#39;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/feeds/5852284572755993211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/2012/08/fit-before-fat-now-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276172497255412179/posts/default/5852284572755993211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276172497255412179/posts/default/5852284572755993211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/2012/08/fit-before-fat-now-how.html' title='Fit before, Fat now? How?'/><author><name>Silent Writer&#39;s Porch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905754267644604338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJ5omoLx_gw/S3gChwKgK6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tXESZMcPWgE/S220/anime_and_cartoon_836_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276172497255412179.post-1815267835970517740</id><published>2012-07-16T01:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-07-16T01:34:20.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always on the look out for hilarious memes and interesting links? The best of the Internet&#39;s at #ChurpChurp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://my.churpchurp.com/errinnahope/share/churpchurp-invite?utm_source=social_btn&amp;amp;utm_medium=sharing&quot;&gt;Always on the look out for hilarious memes and interesting links? The best of the Internet&#39;s at #ChurpChurp.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Guys and girls don&#39;t hesitate to share your opinions and thoughts about anything. Share your story! =D</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/feeds/1815267835970517740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/2012/07/always-on-look-out-for-hilarious-memes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276172497255412179/posts/default/1815267835970517740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8276172497255412179/posts/default/1815267835970517740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://errinnahope.blogspot.com/2012/07/always-on-look-out-for-hilarious-memes.html' title='Always on the look out for hilarious memes and interesting links? The best of the Internet&#39;s at #ChurpChurp.'/><author><name>Silent Writer&#39;s Porch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905754267644604338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJ5omoLx_gw/S3gChwKgK6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tXESZMcPWgE/S220/anime_and_cartoon_836_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>