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Room For Rant: November 2008
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I am so efficient. After weeks and weeks of living like a nocturnal, I finally forced myself to a good night's sleep. And it was amazing. Early nights are the new caffeine! The journey of self-discovery begins with a couple's company, and a couple of beers. It was our night out. He picked me up and we headed to our then favourite chillout place, Cloth and Clef. I asked with eyes so horrified and cheeks so flushed. Oklar. I'm always up for a challenge. Ai Leen's rendition of a sakura with "swirly things".
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Room For Rant: March 2009
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Click Click Click. "There's No Place Like Home.". I'm gonna keep eating until it tastes good. Isn't it strange how often addiction starts from something you had to force yourself to enjoy. Maybe it's because we worked so hard to like it that liking it is like an achievement. Or maybe it's because we're afraid that we'll forget how to like it thus we keep consuming until we either get sick or grow dependent. I miss my cousin. I miss the scenic views. I miss the random art. I miss the sense of careless.
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Room For Rant: January 2011
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Never a name meant more,. Never a name more true. Thank you for spending your dreams on me,. Thank you for showing me a new world. Thank you for these new pairs of eyes and feet. Patient, kind, and a mover of people. Accomplished so much,. And gone too soon. Sentiments our hearts echo. Oh teacher, my teacher! When there is nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.". 169; Room For Rant. Designed by Wordpress Templates.
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Room For Rant: November 2009
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Go Home And Cry To Mommy. The weekend was like an escape from real life. I spent a night on a rooftop bar with a good looking guy. My group pulled off a song that we barely practiced. A relative told me I looked like a model at a cousin's wedding (God bless blood relations). I made my early morning commitments relatively on time. My mom made pork roast. I made up for a week's worth of late nights. And then Monday came. Like a train off its tracks, it came. Unexpected, undesired. The week is almost up....
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Room For Rant: December 2008
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Even the angels got to party. - -. Finally able to relax, she slumps into the sofa chair in her room and sighs; filled with relief but yet unable to shake her festering annoyance. With her dress in hand and a crease on her brow she recaps the past half hour of needless obsession as she wasn't really planning on going to the party anyway. When there is nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.". 169; Room For Rant. Designed by Wordpress Templates.
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Room For Rant: September 2009
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It took 2009 to realise that 2008 was awesome! 2009, you have another three and a half months to prove your worth. Men Hot-wired for going forth and multiplying. Women Hoards, protects, and nurtures by instinct. Marriage. A pandemic disillusionment. Because of the traditional man's inability to accept monogamy, and the traditional woman's inability to allow for polygamy, marriage of the traditional couple makes for an unhappy union built on discontent. Maybe now is the time for the hybrid couple....
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Room For Rant: July 2009
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Come, See The World Through My Eyes. Take a walk with me and I'll tell you a story. My story. You see, sometimes I think I don't talk about myself enough. People tend to develop strange assumptions based on what they perceive, and what they perceive is based on what we choose to show. So this is a dedication to me, in all its self-loving, self-loathing, narcissistic glory. I really actually wanted a dog. But the dark of that night was especially deep, I found myself at a pet store and the Fighting Fi...
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Room For Rant: We Are Who We Are After All
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We Are Who We Are After All. If it were up to me,. I’d fly away with the wind. I’d walk the paths that you never could,. I’d find the streams to carry me,. I’d dance with the boys and sway to my tune. If it were me,. I’d wear a different dress. I’d paint my face and plaster a grin. And I’d never figure you out. And because it’s me,. I have a different dress. I dance with the elements,. I play with the bears. And because it’s me,. I am no different. Friday, August 13, 2010. In what they believe to be help,.
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Room For Rant: October 2009
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I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said, "Journeys end in lovers' meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? Heart pounding, throat thickening. Absolutely can't swallow.
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Room For Rant: Ian Tan
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Never a name meant more,. Never a name more true. Thank you for spending your dreams on me,. Thank you for showing me a new world. Thank you for these new pairs of eyes and feet. Patient, kind, and a mover of people. Accomplished so much,. And gone too soon. Sentiments our hearts echo. Oh teacher, my teacher! Saturday, December 10, 2011. So beautiful. Love your blog. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). When there is nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.". 169; Room For Rant.
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