tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171448072010-06-08T09:46:41.219+08:00For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), it's always our self we find in the sea.Mykelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04934319055683192424noreply@blogger.comBlogger192125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17144807.post-47679416645006854382008-12-11T00:30:00.007+08:002008-12-15T00:04:11.017+08:00

If you have to break the news of your marriage to your new beau, to an ex who is still very much hung up on you all this while, the worst you can do is to tell it over an email.Because this is something that only happens in the movies, that its totally surreal, unbelievably impersonal, and utterly cruel.How can you expect everything to go away with just one paragraph of text, the pixels on the

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photo by pincusvt.Is the shade of the shoreline white or black?When the waves spill themselves onto shore, the undulations of the seawater hit the uneven sand at regular octaves, sending a soft swooshing whiteness racing sideways along the beach. In the darkness, the effervescent foam and water creates an interesting visual illusion at the water's edge - one that alternates between dark water and

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You've been here before.I'm not talking about the place, it's our first time there. I'm talking about this feeling. Yes, this one.It's light and breezy, because we're suspended in mid air on our ride in this tropical resort island, and I'm a little shy because those ghastly socks of mine are showing. The socks should be the least of my worries as I have a fear of heights, but it's alright because

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In a really apt case of instant karma, the plagiarizer gets plagiarized!Unless, of course, BOTH of them copied from the same source (which is highly possible given today's penchant for cheap kicks).At last count, the Prince of Plagiarism copied from altogether 8 bloggers and approximately 60% of his entire blog is of non-original content. What an achievement!Dear readers, I'll have to apologize

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...if it isn't another case of ripping me off without linking me up. Prince of Damnation, how apt. I didn't know the local blogosphere is so hard up for content these days, people had to resort to appropriating others' life experiences as their own in order to maintain their claims of being a writer. OH WAIT there's more, here and here.My originals here and here.More pictorial evidence before his

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She has decided she doesn't love me anymore.I wish I could have realized this earlier. I wished I hadn't asked her out in the first place, but it happened anyway. I wish I could say that this meeting was bittersweet, but honestly its more the former than the latter. It's one of those spaces in a conversation between couples where there's nothing to talk about anymore. We've run into quite a bit

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They say plagiarism is the ultimate form of flattery. My my, I should be pretty stoked by now. Here's the original if you really want to know.Anyway, I realized I haven't really addressed the readers here before in the first person voice. So I figured I may as well take on a change of things just for this once and talk to you in a casual, non-convoluted, supremely unromantic, schizophrenic tone.

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If the elephants have past lives yet are destined to always rememberIt's no wonder how they screamLike you and I they must have some temperAnd I am dreaming of them on the planesDirtying up their bedsWatching for some sign of rain to cool their hot headsAnd how dare that you send me that card When I am doing all that I can doYou are forcing me to remember When all I want is to just forget youIf

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There's something in the world which nobody has seen yet.It's something gentle and very sweet. And if you had been able to put your eyes on it, then you would yearn for it. That's why the world has hidden it, to make sure that not just anyone can get their hands on it. But at some point, someone will find it. That one person who is supposed to find it is also the person who will be able to find

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天冷了，是回家的时候。夏天的最后一场大雨冲走了儿时消耗不完的热气，迎来秋天微凉清澈的宁静。其实这样的说法，在永远都是夏天的新加坡还真的有点荒谬。我们的光脚穿过烂泥留下的足印，是在雨天脱下洁白的校鞋后留下的唯一痕迹。这些都是不用四季也能在雨天看得到，听得见，和感受到的一幕幕。但校鞋还是弄脏了。同样的，我们曾经追寻的理想和拥有的童真像是敌不过时间璀璨的一张白画布，不管在多的保护，还是变成在岁月流失后渐渐残留的一层灰色。世界真不公平。我们的童年记忆是不是也跟着那天放学后的一场大雨一起结束的呢？能不能永远都不下雨吗？同班同学在毕业的那场雨后什么都没说, 静静地把鞋子穿上。或许大家都明白在雨天别离的那种说不出的浪漫。“雨停了，我们还是回家吧。”

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It's confession time.Curiosity is a slippery slope; Eve was the first to know and over the weekend you've also learned that all it takes is one small push and inquisitiveness becomes blatant iniquity. The way you saw it, it was only right that you went through the contents of the purse you found for any trace of identifiable information to contact its owner. But this is where the moral line is

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When you are unhappy, you find yourself prone to feelings of envy and jealousy. When your own life seems worthless, you often look at someone else's life and want it for yourself. But remember, however much you might want his car, career, lover, or even good looks or intelligence, you would never, given the chance, choose to be that person. You would never choose to exchange souls, because your

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...and the fashion queens are having a field day, strutting around the arts canteen in their gladiator sandals and Kate Spade bags, iced kopi in hand like a glass of Dom Perignon.But come mid-term, I shall be victorious as I hurl red-ink mutilated assignments back at these sleep deprived, bespectacled, monosyllabic entities clad in FBT shorts and Chang beer singlets.Oh, such bliss awaits!

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和你试着有些遥远我明白这是荒謬的爱恋你总周期性的的出现 雨过天晴又出现了彩虹却有一种声音抑制我浮浅的渴望当神经胜过了理智... 就要以为我愛上了你你曾說:"抽煙是浪漫世代最後的遗产"我想恋爱和抽煙一样是一种意志和你试着有些遥远我明白这是荒謬的爱恋你总周期性的的出现 雨过天晴又出现了彩虹 却有一种声音抑制我浮浅的渴望当神经胜过了理智...不小心煙就上了瘾吃太饱就像生产 月经痛就像流产二手煙是我爷爷給我的遗产你曾說:"抽煙是浪漫世代最後的遗产"我想恋爱和抽煙一样是一种意志

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It was always warm in my dreams.In this one, the sun is relentless, beating down on our faces. White styrofoam boards, yellow shoulder floats, wrinkled fingers, little red buntings, unhygienic fish balls from itinerant hawkers, the smell of chlorine; we are all kids again at the swimming pool. It was a Sunday, I think. A little boy's memory is always hazy and inaccurate, like peering through a

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You said you liked flowers, how they communicated romance and so much more.I thought them to be cruelly transient and utterly extravagant. A stark reminder of things never meant to stand the passage of the ages.You said I was romantically mute, sentimentally coarse, having denied myself the language of love.I said I didn't need to defend myself here, because my love speaks in heartfelt strokes of

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クラムボン / おだやかな暮らし何から話せばいいんだろうどこまで話をしたんだろう何度も繰り返しては二人の恋は終わったのそれともまだ始まってもないの欲しいものはおだやかな暮らし　あたりまえの太い根を生やし　好きな人のてのひらががすぐそこにある　そんな毎日何に怯えていたんだろう何を許せなかったんだろう何度も繰り返しては二人の恋は終わったのそれともまだ始まってもないの欲しいものはおだやかな暮らし朝にそそぐやわらかな日差し好きな人のてのひらがすぐそこにあるそんな毎日 clammbon / a quiet lifeI don't know what I should tell you firstI don't know what I've told you so farI am thinking again and againAre we finished? Or did we even

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Maybe humanity isn't that bad after all.Read more about Matt and how he danced around the world here.

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When in the past, we'll argue about the possibility of The One; the mythical embodiment of happiness whom we're somehow destined to meet, you've recently convinced me that our love together was a matter of timely convenience. It's as if Fate asked me for my number at a club and didn't call after that. Maybe it got distracted somewhere and didn't get through to calling somehow, but that didn't

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你送给我的信大部份我都看不懂你牵着我的手我已经麻痹没感觉就这么漂着漂着的我听着你的声音冰箱里过期的啤酒回答你的问题唱着歌你都不想听就这么唱着唱着的我你穿过的大衣磨擦热了我的身体你下了一场雨冲掉我说谎的能力就这么望着望着天空的云你送给我的信大部份我都看不懂你牵着我的手我已经麻痹没感觉就这么爱着爱着善变的你

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Two entwined bodies moved in silence, a slow ambling dance of desire behind closed doors.Just moments earlier, she asks for your sartorial opinion, doing a little pirouette and a curtsy as she tiptoes out without her shoes."White. Because I know you like your women chaste yet vivacious. How?"You smile because she know she's right; the "how?" was more of an invitation to affirm what was already

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So I returned five days later With all my problems intactAll stuffed into cardboard boxesLying in wait in an empty room Waiting quietly to be unpacked

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Won't you leave and come away with me?I just need you I just want you pleaseExcuse me, but can you hear me for a while?I've watched and waited with abated breath all night Just to catch a glimpse of your voice To hear the notes of your smileYou do not know the mystique of your art As I hurried down that roaring road of silent glass shopping malls that eveningWhen you slowed down an unsuspecting

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All these people drinking lover's spitThey sit around and clean their face with itThe human condition is an exemplar of the hedgehog's dilemma.Humanity, as it seems, has caught itself in a contradiction between two opposing tendencies: a double bind of yearning and solitude. The desire to bridge distances between two souls is injurious to both parties, akin to a pair of embracing hedgehogs, and

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I still have you in my plans.We'll stay at a small white apartment with wooden floors that creak. The place would be bare but bright and airy, with a lot of books and photographs and a potted plant here and there. Sometimes a cat would stop by in the mornings when I get the laundry out to dry, and I'll put a small bowl of milk out for her. When the chores are done, I'll pull out that unfinished

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