Tuesday, March 27, 2007

I know not everyone can and does like me. But I know that the few that do, like me a hell of a lot.

*Smile*

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Think of the person you love the most in the world.

How does it feel to miss that person?
And how does it feel to not be able to do anything about it?

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Sunday, March 25, 2007

The next phase is already freaking me out and I'm not even there yet. But I know it's approaching. Fast.

I'm not ready.

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Saturday, March 24, 2007

I can see through people like an x-ray.
I am not proud of it. But it sure comes in handy now and then.

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Sunday, March 18, 2007

So my sister sent me a joke by SMS today. I was alone when I read it and honestly, I laughed for twenty minutes. Tears streamed down my cheeks while I laughed.

It's the best laugh I've had in a while now. But it saddens me that I can't share the joke with anyone. Not even P.

Anyway, I forgot to mention in my previous post what that commercial is for. It's Lexus.

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One of my Favourite Commercials

Moments are pearls. Your life is a string. Go. Run with the bulls. Swim with the dolphins. Hug a koala. Walk a tightrope. Meet your idol. Write a bestseller. Quit your job. Travel the world. Build a house. Sleep under the stars. Get a tattoo. Run a marathon. Make love on a beach. Sing on stage. Fight for peace. Fight for change. Learn to fly. Ride an elephant. Eat a mango. Fall in love. Tell her about it. Follow your heart. Be happy.

Pursue the moment.

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Friday, March 16, 2007

His Cherished One

I am the youngest of three children in my family. You know how it is with youngest ones. Spoilt. Nevertheless, adored.

My Dad calls me his Cherished One. He calls me almost everyday. I know he misses me terribly. But he won't say it because he's embarassed to. And I know why he hangs up so quickly. So I wouldn't know he is silently crying.

It's been five years and it still happens everytime we speak.
It's been five years and I know it still breaks his heart.

And to tell you the truth, it breaks my heart a little too.

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Saturday, March 03, 2007

I hate it when people give me the excuse: "I'm sorry but I am not good at this." Clearly if it was important enough to them, people would have done something about not knowing anything about it.

The excuse doesn't say: "I'm sorry but I really don't know."
The excuse says: "I may or may not know but I really don't care."

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