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Dramatic Hullabaloo.: Clothed.
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Saturday, January 8, 2011. You used to walk in these ways, in the life you once lived. But now you must also rid yourselves of all such things as these: anger, rage, malice, slander, and filthy language from your lips. Do not lie to each other, since you have taken off your old self with its practices. And have put on the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge in the image of its Creator. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity. So beautifully written...
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Dramatic Hullabaloo.: January 2011
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Saturday, January 29, 2011. They'd say that I was strong, when I couldn't take anything anymore. They'd say I was positive, when I could see no good in the world anymore. They'd say that I was happy,when my heart was breaking. It's not as if I don't have any problems. But it's not as if I'll ever act like I have no problems. I do. I'm just like every other person in the rest of this world. I suffer, I hurt. Sometimes, no one even knows. Saturday, January 8, 2011. Here there is no Gentile or Jew, circumci...
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Dramatic Hullabaloo.: July 2011
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Sunday, July 31, 2011. Oh, how I've missed this space. And now, these very same words have led me to this end of the road. The journey was almost surreal, and I find myself still unable to completely comprehend the life that I've spent here. For once, I'm content with this blog. I hate corny thank-you's, long speeches and emotional dedications. But I can't leave without saying how blessed I am to have you guys (my readers) support me through these three years, and helped made my blog whatever it has ...
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Dramatic Hullabaloo.: They'd Say.
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Saturday, January 29, 2011. They'd say that I was strong, when I couldn't take anything anymore. They'd say I was positive, when I could see no good in the world anymore. They'd say that I was happy,when my heart was breaking. It's not as if I don't have any problems. But it's not as if I'll ever act like I have no problems. I do. I'm just like every other person in the rest of this world. I suffer, I hurt. Sometimes, no one even knows. January 30, 2011 at 7:58 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Dramatic Hullabaloo.: March 2011
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Saturday, March 26, 2011. Meeting you is like finding treasure. I am trapped in the allure of having finally made a fantastic new discovery: one unseen, one unheard of. And amidst this ecstasy my eyes widen, and I am filled to the brim with utter excitement, and it wants so desperately to escape from under my fastened lid. But what can be helped? Honestly, I do. I feel a tinge of self hatred, because you truly can only tolerate me. My being to you seems only to trap you, and to suffocate the viva...So I ...
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Dramatic Hullabaloo.: June 2010
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Tuesday, June 29, 2010. I don't feel pretty. And as I did, I succinctly heard my heart drop. The adrenaline that rushed through my entire body was suppressed - even squeezed out of the life of me - so resentfully and so regrettably as our proximity once again became the Great Divide. Lingers, unanswered, unfilled, and unforgotten. The last ever school formal ended too fast, too soon, and too regrettably. Tuesday, June 22, 2010. As the train picked up speed, and the familiar chugging of its wheels pulled ...
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Dramatic Hullabaloo.: De-Guise.
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Monday, February 14, 2011. I stare and I think, and I think and I stare some more. And yet, it's still all just white space that floods my eyes. There is no slight tremour, no flicker of movement. There is no spectacular spark of beauty, no stroke of vibrance. It is all just plainness, and this time, I fear it is no longer temporary. So why can I not feel the tips of your fingers pressing against me as you twist and turn my joints, exercise my limbs and stretch my posture to continue your work? Http:/ ww...
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Dramatic Hullabaloo.: September 2010
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Saturday, September 25, 2010. I lie awake; restless. Though my lids close, my eyes dash about, eager for even a glimpse of light through their twitching slits. I furrow my brow, and squeeze my sight shut. My entire body responds in tension: hands ball, and toes curl. I begin to shudder. But peace comes suddenly; I release. Every muscle relaxes, and I have been shifted. Gently, my eyes unfold - and then, brilliance. And all of a sudden, it is so much more like gazing into the eyes of a significant other.
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Dramatic Hullabaloo.: November 2010
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Sunday, November 14, 2010. If you're the best I've ever met, and I can't have you. Boy, am I blessed, because the best is still yet to come. Sunday, November 7, 2010. It is the last night before Methods Exam 2. I was determined to complete one exam paper. So I did (though left the last question due to time constraints). Then it was time to correct. I search for the solutions. Only to discover that I spent two hours doing the wrong exam paper. Mathematical Methods Exam 2≠ Mathematical Methods ( CAS. Is th...
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Dramatic Hullabaloo.: The Trees.
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Friday, March 11, 2011. I have a huge fascination for people. I'm not quite sure why. It's something about meeting people, the spark in their eye, their little hop in each step that they take, the tiny clicks between their fingers when they point here and there. People are just so interesting. Their background. Their experiences. Their knowledge. Their interests. Their hobbies. Their pet-peeves. Their philosophies. Their beliefs. Just. their entire life. I don't think you would understand. Not even I...
