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Supercalifragilisticsexyalidocious™: It's spelt c o l g a t e
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Monday, June 01, 2015. It's spelt c o l g a t e. This is a very full bus and if I could have relocated to another seat, or even a space to stand, I would have. Instead, I did what common sense would dictate: I offered to change places with one of them. Assures the dude to my left. Oh And this is where I say in the lingo you understand: Jus sayin.". June 2, 2015 at 9:11 AM. Good thing you told them upfront, otherwise they might have troubled a lot more people. June 2, 2015 at 10:04 AM. Now nom de plume.
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Whispers of Rain: May 2014
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Saturday, 31 May 2014. Maybe I settled for not being lonely. Instead of being given happiness. I'm gone these days. And you have these 'one days'. You had assured me to do with as you wish. The happiness you promised me you'd find time. Maybe it would have been the medicine. Given in small doses each day that passed by. To have kept me alive today. And now I spend these days. Still the shadow of the shadow I was. But I look at you. For all I gave and gave. And you took and took and took. A blossom, apple.
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Whispers of Rain: Phoenix
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Wednesday, 19 November 2014. These broken pieces begin to totter. Miniscule vibrations, upon the shattered ground. Lifeless pieces asundered,. Scattered far and apart. Tremble. And trembling. In the fear of its demise and having died in fearing. Open its eyes unseeing. Realizing that its cause of death. Was life's reason itself. I had promised to myself. This power deep within lit aglow. Like a black piece of coal unvarnished. Tarnished but for its fire deep within. Resurfacing and giving breath. Remembe...
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Golden Memories & Quotes: July 2013
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July 31, 2013. So stupid its hilarious. Posted by IQ ©. Wednesday, July 31, 2013. In This Convo: IQ. July 27, 2013. IQ: Here I have a recipe for you. Simple Sesame Noodles. Just toss in sesame seeds on noodles? NOOO *dies laughing* Tu na. IS: Hahaha. Oh then? IS: Ummmmmmm [still not checking] but I dont have sesame noodles, just egg noodles. Posted by IQ ©. Saturday, July 27, 2013. In This Convo: IQ. July 22, 2013. Angel: u still have tht baby face. IQ: But of course. Always will. IQ: You are very welcome.
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Golden Memories & Quotes: February 2013
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February 28, 2013. 70456= Bulb 22813 = IQ. Guest 22813: oh nadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan parindeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Nerdyy: ok ill be back maybe. Guest 22813: ghar ghar ghar aaja. Guest 22813: ok nerdy. Guest 22813: O O. Guest 22813: literal bye. Guest 22813: : unsure. Guеst 70456: i told u or not. Guest 22813: oh nadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan. Guest 22813: OH BOY. Guеst 70456: i love saying "i told ya". Guest 22813: i know. Guеst 70456: which i get to say a lot. Pain Ki...
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Whispers of Rain: August 2014
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Saturday, 16 August 2014. Tell me how I have stopped breathing. Tell me how I have today to hold. How despite this longing. Tell me my love. Does this craving end? I have stopped my words. Forgotten how to live. I have dared not to move. Where we last parted. I have stopped all music. Forgotten the tunes of love. Tell me this, tell me how. The rains poured down cold. And still I did not shed one tear. The sun shone down bright. Day in day out. Weeks turned into months. And time just became a blur. Waving...
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Supercalifragilisticsexyalidocious™: September 2013
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Saturday, September 28, 2013. In the last few days, maybe weeks also, I've been experiencing slight headaches. Not the jackhammering types that render one incapable of any action, but the dull hovering types that just tiptoe their ways in and set up shop before you realize you're squinting and pressing the bridge of your nose or that spot at your temples. Of course, when I say you, I mean me. But at night, in bed, in my room, I need darkness. That extra pale light that filters into the room, creeping...
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Supercalifragilisticsexyalidocious™: Poopy Talk
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Thursday, April 23, 2015. I find it quite interesting the way we innately are repulsed by the smell of poop. I mean, how does our mind know that it's something yucky? Is it something associated by the nature of it being a waste product? But then, as far back as I can recall, the very smell itself, without knowing what it is (say as a very young child) was always something to go 'Eww' at. From the outset, sure, the topic itself is something perhaps to 'ew' at. But the reason I am. Not just our sense of sm...
