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Tuesday, April 19, 2011. Pitter patter, a downpour's fury. Cocooned under warm covers. The shards of light. Cast upon the ceiling. Everything is listening silently. Except for the sound of the rain. Monday, December 01, 2008. How I turn back my head. To take another look at that guy in the crowd. Coz for a wild moment,. I thought it was you. How I keep checking the carplate number. Of the brown car that whizzed by. Because you drive the same car too. How I go to grocery shop. And I suddenly miss the times.

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You Call This Writing?: Why?

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Thursday, January 10, 2008. This time, there were no tears. Just the sound of regret. And sadness whirling inside me. Why has it come to this? The question echoes darkly. But there is no resounding answer. I'm alone on a dark moor. A plain of darkish thoughts. A lake of murky hesitations. Torn into tiny little pieces. Torn between two sides. The angel and devil in me fights. The elusive question remains. No answer appears in my head. I screamed out aloud in the silent room. There is nothing wrong. View m...

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You Call This Writing?: October 2006

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Tuesday, October 24, 2006. Can Someone Tell Me? Oh, why has this happpened. To those who truly were kind. From the bottom of their hearts. And did not deserve any of this. Oh, why, can someone tell me,. Does the good die young. While the scoundrels go free? No answer echoes in the distance. How my heart aches. To make you feel better. In any way possible. But wavered in the horizon it did. I'm trying, trying. But to no avail. I've failed in my quest to help. For once, I'm helpless. Sank to my knees.

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You Call This Writing?: July 2006

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Sunday, July 30, 2006. The truth has been bared,. With a suddenness so swift,. That leave us open mouthed. In this new twist of the plot. But still we both hesitate,. To take the next plunge,. Doubts buried deep remain still,. For both are new at the game. We're afraid of the future,. For we dunno what it holds. Could it be the harbinger of doom? Or could it spell an ending so sweet? At a loss, emotions all wound up,. The ups and downs are like none I've ever known,. Feelings sometimes strongly felt,.

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You Call This Writing?: Do You Remember?

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Monday, July 28, 2008. Do you remember that night? Where moonlight streamed in from the windows. Making everything a silvery shimmer. Do you remember how you spoke those words. I'm gonna miss you" with emotion so. Wrenching my heart tightly in my chest. Do you remember the shadows of the buildings. Interspersed against the wall? So dark that one could called it romance. Do you remember the pearly tears shed. Thinking of what was to come? The days, weeks, months of absence. The funny, the sad, the happy.

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You Call This Writing?: October 2007

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Thursday, October 25, 2007. Tuesday, October 16, 2007. Opinions of A Not-So-Dumb-But-Twisted Blonde. I don't want to be a barbie doll. In a plastic world. With a fake tinkling laugh. That serve nothing but to break the tension. In a dog-eat-dog world. Don't believe the praises heaped on your pretty new skirt. They are malicious poison. Aimed at shaking you from your throne. Don't take the fake smiling faces. As acceptance of you. They are just imagining your fallen face. I'm not your favourite barbie doll.

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