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Coffee Writer: September 2012
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I'm so stubborn it's not even funny. Wednesday, 12 September 2012. Now I have but one choice to make - to leave the subject of Pain for the freedom to foray into the creative Unknown, or not to leave. I know my choice. 'Freedom' is a conscientiously chosen word. Released from the gravity of Pain is a kind of liberation, a disillusionment at once overt and subtle, onto a latitude altogether exciting and beautiful. Rather than purposeless suspension, subjects of the heart - subjects of real. A Poem A Day.
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Coffee Writer: December 2011
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I'm so stubborn it's not even funny. Wednesday, 21 December 2011. The Trouble with Malaysia. The trouble with Malaysia is that too many people like to tell others what the trouble with Malaysia is.'. Brian Yap, 'The Trouble with Malaysia' in New Malaysian Essays. PJ: Matahari, 2008), ed. by Amir Muhammad, pp. 13-56. 171; Older Posts. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). There was an error in this gadget. A Poem A Day. You've GOT to check out . Shelfari: Book reviews on your book blog. View my complete profile.
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Coffee Writer: October 2011
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I'm so stubborn it's not even funny. Wednesday, 12 October 2011. Quotes from The House on Mango Street. In English my name means hope. In Spanish it means too many letters. It means sadness, it means waiting. It is like the number nine. A muddy color. It is the Mexican records my father plays on Sunday mornings when he is shaving, songs like sobbing.'. Comical, of fat lady) 'Rachel shouts, You got quite a load there too.'. All brown all around, we are safe. But watch us drive into a neighborhood of a...
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Coffee Writer: March 2012
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I'm so stubborn it's not even funny. Friday, 9 March 2012. You are always moving. That is the least of what I've learnt so far. You are either going up or down. You are not stagnant. You do not stay in one place. There isn't much else to say. I am not particularly articulate as of now, though it’s not for want of trying. What happens when the words stop coming? Do you fall into a lapse - spatially, temporally - where there is simply a thin hum of silence? 171; Older Posts. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Coffee Writer: Philip Larkin
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I'm so stubborn it's not even funny. Thursday, 7 June 2012. Is it for now or for always,. The world hangs on a stalk? Is it a trick or a trysting-place,. The woods we have found to walk? Is it a mirage or miracle,. Your lips that lift at mine:. And the suns like a juggler's juggling-balls,. Are they a sham or a sign? Shine out, my sudden angel,. Break fear with breast and brow,. I take you now and for always,. For always is always now. 171; Older Post. There was an error in this gadget. A Poem A Day.
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Coffee Writer: January 2013
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I'm so stubborn it's not even funny. Tuesday, 8 January 2013. The one thing we need saving from, really, is ourselves. 171; Older Posts. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). There was an error in this gadget. A Poem A Day. You've GOT to check out . Shelfari: Book reviews on your book blog. God gave me writing to save my life. View my complete profile. Smile for the Day! Wordpress theme by Umetered Linux Servers.
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Coffee Writer: Dear World
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I'm so stubborn it's not even funny. Wednesday, 12 September 2012. Now I have but one choice to make - to leave the subject of Pain for the freedom to foray into the creative Unknown, or not to leave. I know my choice. 'Freedom' is a conscientiously chosen word. Released from the gravity of Pain is a kind of liberation, a disillusionment at once overt and subtle, onto a latitude altogether exciting and beautiful. Rather than purposeless suspension, subjects of the heart - subjects of real. 171; Older Post.
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Coffee Writer: September 2011
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I'm so stubborn it's not even funny. Thursday, 15 September 2011. I'm sure I've posted about this before, but there it is. I'm watching someone play 'That's Why You Go Away' by MLTR on the piano and I'm just like - I WANT. I suppose I'll try to go brush up some guitar skills and make do with pathetic guitar strumming (only pathetic because it's me, bahaha). Sunday, 4 September 2011. Quotes from Great House. In her work the writer is free of laws. But in her life, Your Honor, she is not free.'. Such is li...
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Coffee Writer: Beauty
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I'm so stubborn it's not even funny. Tuesday, 22 May 2012. Beauty, I've come to realise, fades. The only beauty that doesn't is the kind where a pure soul is involved, where there is genuine, honest, kind-hearted, selfless, humble, yet ferocious living - and it is the kind of Good that grows to the imitation of Paradise here on earth. 171; Older Post. There was an error in this gadget. A Poem A Day. You've GOT to check out . Shelfari: Book reviews on your book blog. God gave me writing to save my life.