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shifted to http://aberwyn.net/words/.you can access by typing just http://www.aberwyn.net too.RSS feed at: http://aberwyn.net/words/xml-rss2.php

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It was the first day of the Lunar Festival.We finally arrived at the hospital after braving the infamous traffic jams of this city. I was impressed by the clean and orderly lobby. The staff were moving around performing their duties efficiently in their neat, well-pressed uniforms. It was such a contrary to the smog-filled air of the city, the grim-covered leaves of the suffocating plants along

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I Am A: Neutral Good Elf Ranger MonkAlignment:Neutral Good characters believe in the power of good above all else. They will work to make the world a better place, and will do whatever is necessary to bring that about, whether it goes for or against whatever is considered 'normal'.Race:Elves are the eldest of all races, although they are generally a bit smaller than humans. They are generally

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Feel like adopting a dog for good luck? Well, what are you gonna do when the Dog's Year is up? The novelty of having a pet fades, the new animal, according to the chinese zodiac, becomes the new fad and the previous gets dumped.Please, if you really want to, go adopt a virtual pet instead."The greatness of a nation and its moral progresscan be judged by the way it treats its animals."- Mahatma

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Fulfilling my obligations to Xena and JaneDoe.Here goes:4 jobs you've had in your lifewaiter - i miss the simple life.tuition teacher - a test of patience.soldier - when life was structured.freelance copywriter - still doing it.4 movies you could watch over and over秋天的童话hackersabout a boylove actually4 TV shows you love(d) to watchanything from Discovery Channel.4 places you've livedCeylon

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At times like these: The world seems brighter,the colours, livelier,the politics at work, inconsequential. The rain brings a touch of romance,the morning sun, a new beginning,the clouds, possibilities.At times like these,I do not need the whiskey glass to make the world seem better.

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It was January, 1963When Johnny came home with a gift for meHe said 'I bought it for you because I love youAnd I bought it for you 'cos it's your birthday, too'He was so very nice, he was so very kindTo think of me at this point in timeI used to think of him, he used think of meHe told me to close my eyesMy gift would be a great surpriseI saw tears were in his eyesHe never meant to hurt meOh, God

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I got out of the train and walked briskly into the under-pass. It was a relief to be out in the suburbs, away from the maddening crowd."I'll have a blue Christmas without you.I'll be so blue just thinking about you..."The song Blue Christmas, reverberated through the empty pass, towards me. It was a rather nasal voice. Yet there was something in it that piqued my curiosity. There was a secret

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The two boys were fighting it out, with imaginary weapons and deathray shooting out of their palms. No one would have guessed they were not brothers. The same small slanting eyes set on a broad face. The similar bulk of body mass showing hints of growing into a bear-sized hulk by adulthood. The younger one was bespectacled with chubby cheeks while the older brother had more defined cheekbones.The

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Just one of those days when I feel an overwhelming urge to cuddle Cat:Handsome boy posing seriously.A sculpture of Cat.Doing what cats do best.

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Grief not her passing,Celebrate the joy her words brought.Mourn not in bereavement,Live life with the valor she taught.

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You're Beautiful ~ James BluntMy life is brilliant.My love is pure.I saw an angel.Of that I'm sure.She smiled at me on the subway.She was with another man.But I won't lose no sleep on that,'Cause I've got a plan.You're beautiful. You're beautiful.You're beautiful, it's true.I saw you face in a crowded place,And I don't know what to do,'Cause I'll never be with you.Yeah, she caught my eye,As we

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It was The Perfect Program. I thought it was a masterpiece. I designed it to learn from the patterns as it evolved. Different parts would grow and die at different times. Yet it was to stay in perfect equilibrium always. Death was to provide sustenance to growth, to die. Just like the Oroborus. Neverending loop. Thus I would be entertained by this play whose curtains will never close."Too free?"

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The Veil thins. The Doors open. The fey out. The Wild Hunt about.The day dies.The new night begins.The line blursbetween the worlds.A night for evil spirits.A night for the frivolous Faeries.A night not for mortals,so please do stay indoors.Believe not, what you see tonight.Keep the hearth firesburning bright. Ignore the tapping on your door.Listen not to the scratching on the floor.Pray for the

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"Welcome to the Secret Garden! Where all troubles will be forgotten; all wounds healed. When you step out of this sanctuary, it will be as a new, refreshed being..." He grinned. He was a smallish green creature, with bulging eyes, a bulb of a nose and a wide devilish grin. I caught a glimpse of his tiny yellowish fangs again which he took no effort to conceal."This!" he flourished. "is The One

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If the name, Cloud, rings a bell, you would love the movie FF7 - Advent Children. Set 2 years after the end of FF7, it's about how cloud overcomes his guilt about Aeris's death to rise to the occasion to face new threats again. Check it out:

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"Row, row, row your boat, Gently down the stream.Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.."

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He sat there, at the dining table, staring intently at the bowl. He pulled the blanket tightly around himself as another round of shivers wracked through him.A strange face peered at him suspiciously from the water. It was a gaunt face, with sunken cheeks and a pair of dark haunted eyes. The lean hungry face was framed by a shock of oily hair plastered to the scalp with week-old stubbles lining

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When a man is unreasonable, she will remember him as a bastard.When a woman is unreasonable, he will attribute it to the time of the month and sigh in resignation.------What do you do when you are not amused by your muse anymore?

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The thumping music is giving me a headache.The woman dancing on the bar is intruding into my space.The beer they ordered is pushing my limits.I question myself why am I not making an exit.And I don't see the purpose of this badly-made limerick.

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A chance meeting.Sparks flew.A sordid affairturned sour.A young lifeexpired.Media vulturestore through the carcass.Self-righteous hyenasshredded it further."The truth!We want the truth!"The Truth.Only three knows.Two spinstheir own tapestries of truth.One becameVictim of the Truth.A Game is playedto accept one version of the truth.The Lawwill prosecute the loser.Nobodywill know the Truth.No

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"When we use the 'we' pronoun we place two people behind a joint action almost as if they form a composite being. Many languages have a special pronoun to use about two - and only two - people. This pronoun is called dual, or something that is shared by two... When this pronoun suddenly make its appearance, fairytale rules come into play, as if with the wave of a wand... 'We'll go for a walk!'

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I want to lay you down on a bed of roses,see the thorns pierce your skin smoothly,enjoy the sight of growing red speckles,beautiful contrast against the ivory canvas.I want to see your wide-eyed wonder,surprised at the beauty of this stanza.I want to hear your exuberant song of fear,to the rythmic drip of your lifeblood slipping.I want to lay you down on a bead of roses...

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"How are you little one?""I am fine. Thank you for your concern kind sir.""Doesn't it hurt?""No sir, it's been broken for so long that I nearly forgot how it was like to have them whole.""Don't you miss soaring through the skies, free as can be?""Not really sir. I can still be free hopping on the ground.""But don't you miss having a bird's eye view of the world little one?""It is subjective kind

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She opened the door and stepped into her quiet apartment. The three cats welcomed her at the door, silent shadows twirling themselves around her ankles, threatening to trip her. She tossed her bag on the sofa and proceeded to the kitchen to prepare dinner for her 3 young masters.------After her shower, she took the heated briyani dinner pack from the microwave and plonked herself in front of the

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I saw him kneeling next to the woman, in a nondescript singlet and bermudas. Other than the long disheveled hair, he could pass off as any of those clones hanging out in the neighbourhood. It was too dark for me to see pass his long fringe to notice his facial features. He was in that position ,whimpering at the woman, who appeared to be sleeping in a fetal position.My curiosity was drawn by a

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I opened the bottle of mineral water and passed it to her, as I listened to her divulging animatedly her dreams and desires.She laughed goofily as she shared her joy of the moment when she received a card from the girl she adopted. Her voice trailed off as she expressed regret for forgetting to send her a birthday card.I lit a cigarette as I listened to her in amusement. Her energy was refreshing

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For the past week, a particular topic seemed to recur during conversations at the bar. It brought back certain memories from years ago...------"My good friend just started seeing someone new." She said tentatively, thumb twiddling the corner of the quilt."Uh-huh." I grunted, as I lit my cigarette while waiting for the PC to boot up."Everyone around me seem to be seeing someone." She tested

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Take your time to see if you can read each line aloud without mistake.Most folks can't do it."This is this Cat.This is is Cat.This is how Cat.This is to Cat.This is keep Cat.This is a Cat.This is retard Cat.This is busy Cat.This is for Cat.This is forty Cat.This is seconds Cat."Congratulations.Now read the third word of each line.

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I was having a smoke after lunch, when my attention was caught by a few mynas fighting for some leftovers. The sight of these small birds hopping around with bopping heads, brought a smile to my face. One jumped onto my table, cocked his head curiously at me. Then he started chirping away.A flurry of thoughts surfaced in my mind:-what was he trying to tell me?-was he even trying to communicate

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A very inspiring talk by Steve Jobs.Dream. Believe.

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1. Why the hell do Macdonald's talk so much about healthy living on their trayliners when we all know that they serve junk food?2. Employers of domestic help should be made to clean public toilets for a month if they do not give their poor employees at least one day off per week.3. A man called one of the radio stations to dedicate a song to his first gf whom he was seeing for ten years and

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If you enjoy a read here, thanks much. If you feel like introducing my writings to a like-minded friend whom you think will enjoy the post, go ahead. But please please don't submit my post to tomorrow.sg.Thanks much.PS. The banner is created by Ah9's fantastic creativity and photoshop skills. Thanks dude.

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I was called up by the authorities to serve the nation for a couple of days last week. Albeit having to sleep through most of the weekend to recuperate from the aches all over, I enjoyed the session thoroughly.To me, getting called up for in-camp training is the best time to take a break from work to enjoy the little details of nature. Listening to the crickets chirping in the still of the night.

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I was going through my old blog, contemplating deletion. Finally decided to port some of the old stuff that meant more to me, over, before I do it. This was something I wrote last May, inspired by a dream.---The SongIt was a solemn affair. Men and women, dressed in sombre shades, whispered in hushed tones. The common topic was, of course, the deceased. The questions hanging in the air ranged from

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It's been 3 years since I last saw her. As I was on my way to meet her, I was wondering how much this quiet, petite girl with a sweet smile could have changed. I could still remember the last conversation I had with her before she flew off to Brisbane...------"It is not easy to let go of a relationship of this length." She said quietly, finger tracing the condensation on her pint glass."Sometimes

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Cat woke up from a nap yesterday...decided that from now on, he will sit like a man...and shit like a man."watcha looking at punk?!!?!!""hear me RAWR!!!"

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Overheard in the gents at Wala last week:Youngling1 from a nearby tertiary institute: Hey dude, have you watch the latest Star Wars?Youngling2 from the same nearby institute: Not yet. Might go get the tix later.Youngling1 from a nearby tertiary institute: Heard it's quite good.Youngling2 from the same nearby institute: Ya, heard Anakin Skywalker became Darth Vader.Youngling1 from a nearby

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If your pride were to manifest into a minotaur,I would gladly wrestle it into submission.If my anger were to be embodied in a fire elemental,I would fervently fight it with water.Sadly... Life's decisions can't be made with numbers from a set of dices.

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I put her arms gently around the big Pooh soft-toy that she like to hug to sleep with. Then I pulled the quilt over her and made sure she was snug and warm. I smiled at her sweet sleeping form and planted a goodbye kiss on her forehead before I left for work.This has been a routine for months. I would always linger at the doorway to the bedroom looking at her, smiling to myself, happy to be in

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BourbonCongratulations! You're 130 proof, with specific scores in beer (100) , wine (83), and liquor (86). Screw all that namby-pamby chick stuff, you're going straight for thebottle and a shot glass! It'll take more than a few shots of WildTurkey or 99 Bananas before you start seeing pink elephants. You knowhow to handle your alcohol, and yourself at parties. My test tracked 4 variables How you

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Good looking young male adult looking for like-minded female adult to mate.Sleek, lean and affectionate. Quiet and introspective in the day. Party animal in the night.Please note that I am not looking for a soulmate. I enjoy the limelight way too much to start a family. I am just looking for a mate(if you know what I mean). I am not interested in the by-product of the union. You can keep those

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A bunch of veteran Singaporean bloggers have come together to start a "bulletin of Singapore Bloggers". It seems to be a content aggregating site which gathers 'interesting' posts from Singaporean blogs. The term 'interesting' is, of course, subjective.It is well and good to have a body which digs out rare gems of writing artistry to feature to the general public. However, is it good to label a

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One fateful day, 17 years ago, I derailed myself from secure tracks of mainstream education. From that day onwards, I was on my own. Young pair of hands holding on to the reins keeping the curious young horse in check, towing a cartload of burdens and uncertainty.It's been 17 years. The horse is getting old. The cart is getting too small for the burdens and uncertainties that has grown throughout

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I was at the same joint last night for a much needed drink after a stress-ridden workday.Sitting next to us at the bar were a group that consisted of 3 minor celebrities. 2 of them appeared in the local version of FHM before. It was quite disappointing to see them in more clothes then necessary. And they sure look smaller in all senses in real life. Anyway, I was there to chill and I believe they

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When one is in love, one can't wait to introduce this significant other proudly to one's social circle, to let them know what a wonderful gem of a person he or she is.What happens when you refuse to allow your significant other into your social circle? Does that make the significant other flawed? Did you feel that him/her will disgrace you? Are you even in love with him or her?

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Have you ever noticed that in a social event where one is introduced to lots of people, chances of you remembering that person's name is proportional to his/her level of charm?Assuming everybody is heterosexual and you do not know the history of the person you are introduced to;if the other party is of the opposite sex, chances of you remembering his/her name goes up a notch.if the other party

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I had a conversation last Friday with eck on the subject of chivalry and whether it still exist. It reminded me of something I wrote from way back which I am regurgitating now with some major editing.CHIVALRY: The qualities idealised by knighthood such as bravery, courtesy, honour and gallantry towards women.Scenerio Bravery:Husband and wife walking along the street with their kid. A dog was

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I was deep in thoughts as usual, as I was on my way to work this morning in a cab. Thoughts on my mind were the usual single urban male thoughts: women(futile attempts to understand the logic behind their actions), work(I need a freaking holiday) and bills(how to live a debt free life here seems rather impossible).I was basically stressing myself out to a blue monday(so that I will have excuse to

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My regular watering hole for the last four years is a small little, low profile pub tucked in a corner of town. It has a very friendly owner, a gem of an acoustic singer, a bar manager with an elephantine memory and a couple of young pretty waitresses. It was a place where you can get a huge load of privacy when you want to stay away from the crowd of popular clubs and pubs. The staff had master

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For a normal workday:No. of hours per day : 24No. of hours spent at work per day : 10No. of hours spent sleeping per day : 08No. of hours left : 24-9-8 = 07No. of hours spent on meals per day : approximate 02.No. of hours spent traveling to and from work: 2.5Total no. of hours left of free time per day : 07-02-2.5 = 2.5 !!!-.-;The only way to extend the no. of hours of free time per day is to eat

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Was out drinking, at the joint near my office )which makes life bearable in this god forsaken part of the country) with the usual suspects on friday. Some colleagues came down later to join us in the revelry.It's been quite a long while since I had much fun with a huge group out drinking. (Note: any drinking groups that consist of more then 3 is huge to me.) Topics varied from Tetanus's eyes to

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I was reading about Lim Buey Tor's recent escapade followed by his reluctance to maintain contact the very next day, with amusement.What do you do the day after you scored a home run? Would you call? And for what reasons would you call?I see 3 basic scenarios:1. If it was a one night stand that was a mistake, (doesn't matter if it was because he/she was too ugly;you were too drunk, or some other

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Got this off riceandsoup.Man... only 58% at correct for the expect questions. I suck.AdvancedYou scored 92% Beginner, 92% Intermediate, 93% Advanced, and 58% Expert! You have an extremely good understanding of beginner, intermediate, andadvanced level commonly confused English words, getting at least 75% ofeach of these three levels' questions correct. This is an exceptional score. Remember,

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I seems to me that almost every local blogger is taking part in the Brown/Miyagi initiative:"I'm too sexy for my blog" .It is good when it is all done in the name of fun. However I have noticed a certain number of 'participants' seem to have jumped on the bandwagon purely for the 5 min worth of cyberfame of being 'browned'.That, in my humblest point of view, is pathetic...

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He opened his eyes to find himself lying next to a great oak. The fresh scent of soil assaulted his senses. He realised that he was clothed in soil, with nothing underneath.It was twilight. The time when shadows were longest, and vague. He sat up and groped around for the familiarity of his Lute. It was nowhere to be found.A soft glow coming from within the Oak's girth caught his attention. He

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When I was shivering in the thunderstorm,I was told,the rain will stop soon,the skies will clear one day.So they say.When I was cowering in the darkest night,I was told,the sun will rise again soon,light will banish the wicked shadows away.So they say.When I was in doubt about your feelings for me,I was told,you love me much,I just have to give you time.So they say.When you have doubts about me.I

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A draining day at work. A stressful revelation in the evening.Sitting on the sofa, staring at my half finished dinner.Winston burning my lungs, Glenfiddich shrivelling my liver.Cat sitting on my lap, Kevin Kern trying to soothe my soul.I realised I failed to heed my own mantra.To trust no one, Not even those closes to me.It is time to withdraw back to my little shell.The Hermit of Punggol.

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I am sitting at my workstation, craving for wanton mee again. Whenever I go for drinks at the regular joint, I get sudden cravings for wanton mee. Whenever I get hit by hunger pangs, I crave for wanton mee. Not just any wanton mee, it must be from the stall near my place. I don't care much about the 3-4 tiny wantons, I don't care much for the charsiew either. I just love the smooth texture of the

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evening...setting sun.satellite dishes in the foreground, glittering in the aftermath of the rain,contrasting with the thick comforting nature in the background.cool weather...birds chirping earnestly after the shower.cleansed...peace...tinged with a dash of sadness...

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When I see that vulnerable look in your eyesAll I want to dois to envelop you within me,to protect you from the elements.When I rub my nose gentle against your soft cheek,All I want to dois to breath in your comforting scentto soothe the beast within.When I touch my lips to your delectable lips,All I want to dois to hug you foreverand never let you go.When I see your goofy smile,All that I can do

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"I'm taking a rideWith my best friendI hope(s)he never lets me down again(S)He knows where (s)he's taking meTaking me where I want to beIm taking a rideWith my best friendWe're flying highWe're watching the world pass us byNever want to come downNever want to put my feet back downOn the ground"~ excerpts of Never Let Me Down Again by Depeche ModeTruth is, emotional roller coaster NEVER put you

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Test your spelling here!I got 18/23... -_-'So much for dependency on spellchecks..

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an antibiotic I need to take constantly to make sure my facial muscles don't get deformed by all the constant public relations I have to perform at work.

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It was five plus in the evening. I was sitting at the bar at Balaclava, 3 hours early for my date. It was one of those rare moments when I could get a seat at that joint (ok, I was early, and drinking during official working hours, sue me). I was enjoying a quiet moment, reading an ebook on my pda, chilling out with a pint of Boddington's while my 50cents stick of Winston's lay smothering

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Just found out they are gonna pull the plug on Days of Our Lives on tv here... thanks to laughingcow.No more plastic boobs to distract me from the leveling mill of DAOC during late nights... Fellow guildies, please pardon me when I fall asleep the next time you guys are power leveling me... Blame it on Mediacorp TV Channel 5...No more fake boobs! No more women with cracked faces! No more evil men

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I was on my way to the pub when it happened. My mind was engaged, trying hard to flush work-related thoughts out so I could enjoy my pints peacefully at the bar. Maybe that was why I didn't notice her earlier...It was her eyes... A rare pale blue pair of enthralling eyes that drew me in... I stopped in my tracks to admire her curves when I saw her lounging there.She sashayed over confidently and

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Tax on cigarettes went up a couple day's ago again. Some brands have finally gone pass the S$10/- mark. The reaction from the smoking population ranged from a friend changing her MSN Messenger nick to something like '$11 dollars for a pack of cigarettes...WTF!!!', to the look of resignation on a stranger's face at the store when he was told of the hike.Let's attempt to see why the authorities

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Why do we always associate white with purity and innocence? 'pure and white'; 'virgin white' etc???White is the least pure of all colours. In fact it the most corrupt colour since it is made up of the whole spectrum mixed together.Now, black is different. Black is the total absence of colour. So isn't that pure? Shouldn't that symbolise innocence?/rant off.back to work.

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Was down with a bad throat and spinning head(or is it the world around me that was spinning out of control?). Slept the whole day and woke up in the evening to discover two puddles of puke in the living room. Cat is apparently sick too. Sigh.I sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette, willing time to fly so that I can go to the clinic to get myself doctored. (Clinic was closed for dinner). Cat jumped

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Dreamt that the mother died. Woke up with tears in my eyes, a deep sense of regret that she moved on without us having a chance to clarify our differences that spanned the thirty over years of my life. Will I ever have a fruitful relationship with any woman, if I missed the opportunity, if I fail to mend this hole in my pocket?

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When you were in grief, you sobbed, you reached for the packet of tissue... When you were ill, you sniffed, you reached for the packet of tissue... Aftter you finished your meal, you burped, you reached for the packet of tissue again... Have you ever given the crumpled paper napkin a thought? Have you ever voiced a prayer of appreciation? Have you ever shed a tear for the stained piece of

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Had a major fight with my sister last night. Something that ended with me saying: "Do you think only you have been trying? I have been trying in my own way too! Bah! Forget it, to hell with family!!!" As I was sitting on the sofa later in the night, tears welling in my eyes, knowing that that was it...I had practically disowned what they call a family that I had. An old song started playing in

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I bought some fish, some chicken, some vegetables and lots of rice. Who needs the frustration of arranging a dinner date, When I can sit comfortably on my sofa, sharing dinner with my lovely Cat.

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Dream, the third of The Endless, you are in chargeof the Dreaming, all imagination andcreativity, everyone knows your beautifulrealm, but none truly understand it. You aredark and brooding, creative, and spend a lot oftime by yourself, just thinking. You are almostas serious as Destiny, but not quite. Everyoneis enchanted by you, but you keep them all at adistance, even when you shouldn't.

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I had a sudden overwhelming sense of affection for Cat the last 2 days. Some pics below taken with my PDA. sleeping on a pile of my clothes on the couch. wondering why he was suddenly getting so much attention from me. flirting with the camera.

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-No matter how much you gamble and pray to win, you will run out of chips one day. -Everybody needs an anchor in their lives. When you choose too light an anchor, you will forever be drifting aimlessly : or drown because the anchor is too heavy for you. Choose wisely. -Comfort not given at the crucial time will lose its effects. -When I am down and out, He would leap gracefully onto my lap,

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It was dusk. I lit a cigarette and stared out of the window at the last light, with a deep sense of apprehension. Julie London was singing Fly Me To The Moon in the background. My thoughts were shattered by a commotion coming from the street below. Eight men in black suits were chasing a woman. The form of the small lithe body sprinting metres ahead of the men looked familiar. I could almost

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I was reading the above book by Mike Gayle for the second time round. When was the first time I read it? When I was turning thirty, two years back. -_-' "Thirty means only going to the pub if there's somewhere to sit down. Thirty means owning at least one classical CD, even if it's Now That's What I Call Classical Vol 6. Thirty means calling off the search for the perfect partner because now,

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Another one of those meaningless online personality quizes you do in the office when you have tonnes of work yet dont feel like doing: Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well. An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly. You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone

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I was frying a couple of fishes I bought from the supermarket a few days back, when the warm fragrance of the freshly cooked rice wafted across my senses and brought me down memory lane. ------ Those were the days when I was in primary school. I was staying with my grandaunt's family then. It was a rather big family of 9, excluding me. Every late afternoon, she would go through the routine of

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We were sitting at the bar. She was rampaging through her wallet for something. A small little piece of origami dropped out onto the counter. On closer look, it was a black crane about 1.5 cm small in all three dimensions. She glanced over. I feigned extreme interest in the band. Assured that I did not see it, she picked it up hastily, gently smoothened the crease and hid it back in her wallet

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"Such as?" I asked. "Intensity... I do things I have never done for another person. But for him I do... " Tasha was talking about her new guy Samuel "Sadly, sometimes it makes me darn pissed off with myself," she continued. When I saw the above on Tetanus's blog, my feelings went topsy turvy again. On one end I was glad there are folks out there that felt the same way. It gave me the illusion

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creepy ya?

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He has been going through a series of tests to determine the severeness of his medical condition. He did not tell anyone about it. The closer they are to him, the more he did not want them to know, with the exception of the one living under the same roof as him. He knows that his housemate would keep his secret well, would give him unconditional love and support. Yet he fear for his housemate.

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Based on the assumption that I have a soul, this is what kinda soul I am supposed to have: You Are a Visionary Soul You are a curious person, always in a state of awareness. Connected to all things spiritual, you are very connect to your soul. You are wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable. Occasionally, you get quite depressed and have dark feelings. You have great vision and

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The Voice in my head, told me to club 'em with the mallet. The Voice in my head, instructed me carve 'em up with a chopper. The Voice in my head, bidded me to impale 'em with skewers. The Voice in my head, charged me to sprinkle salt on 'em. The Voice in my head, commanded me to roast 'em over a slow fire. Who needs a cookbook, when the Voice in my head, is there to teach me how to cook.

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I came across this part of the book 'Love & Other Recreational Sports' by John Dearie, that reminded me of what I always knew but have forgotten time and again in my dealings with the fairer(at times I do beg to defer) sex: "....Life is full of riddles and mysteries, he said. It's important to know the difference. "Which is?" "Riddles have answers," he said. "They're meant to be figured out.

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The manipulator accuses the manipulated of manipulating. The liar claims the victim of her lies is lying. The runner becomes a groveller, The one grovelled to runs off to grovel to another. And he who was a groveller is a runner now. What a crazy world this is. What crazy games we all play.

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time: 0900hrs Location: shower room Cat : MEEOOW!!!(indignation) (He stuck his head out of the shower) Him: Ya, I know.. I told her about your sprain. She didn't seem to care. She even said I was trying to make her feel bad. Cat: Meoow??? Him: How the fuck I know? At least you were not the one bearing the brunt of the shit from her. Cat: meow... Him: Sigh...don't be sad boy. I know it

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For the past week or so, we have been bombarded by the media with images of titanic waves and crying folks who have lost loved ones in the crisis. Instead of : - cutting down on the partying for the festive season in respect of the victims of the disaster(well, that's what the governments of this region are preaching. I wonder how this helps the bereaved folks.) - shedding a tear of sympathy

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I have lost the will to write, I have lost the will to fight. I have given you my all, Within me... there is nothing left anymore. The love has not died, He prays for the pain to subside. The man huddles in the desolated corner, Trying his best to contain... The lost little boy inside...

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I was at the pub last night again. They were playing that Rod Stewart song. The one that my ex-boss mentioned to me ages ago that it reminded him of me, my life... I was only joking ~ Rod Stewart Ever since I was a kid at school I messed around with all the rules Apologised then realised I'm not different after all Me and the boys thought we had it sussed Valentinos all of us My dad said we

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She's Lost Control ~ Joy Division Confusion in her eyes that says it all. She's lost control. And she's clinging to the nearest passer by, She's lost control. And she gave away the secrets of her past, And said I've lost control again, And a voice that told her when and where to act, She said I've lost control again. And she turned around and took me by the hand and said, I've lost control

aberwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07522223891860185371noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881336.post-1103013139703433712004-12-14T15:57:00.000+08:002004-12-15T18:18:36.873+08:00

Cats' usually back off from confrontations, however, a cornered cat will fight ferociously with its teeth and claws. ~ Anonymous There are 2 types of crying: Crying for someone else, and crying for yourself. Never cry for yourself or you will be stuck in the the well of self pity. ~ Twelve Kingdoms No matter how strong the material is, it will still break after sometime of repetitive stress. No

aberwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07522223891860185371noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881336.post-1102667945087341382004-12-10T16:05:00.000+08:002004-12-10T16:53:51.386+08:00

Fyonn MacAberwyn, Champion, from the Order of the Blue Rose, sat at the tavern nursing his mug of mead, waiting for his mentor, Cowfire Beefcake, Templar, Leader of the Order of Geylang Lorong 6. He had been haunted by a dream.. The haunting sounds of the Lute coupled with the melancholic baritone voice still ring in his ears. It was months since this dream started...every night, he had the same

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04 Dec 2004 2125hrs I was driving down the street to regular pub for a short drink. One of those rare weekends when I felt like leaving the Cave. I was almost blinded by the neon lights as the retail industry was all dressed up, gearing for the festive holidays. The shopping complexes were adorned with Christmas decorations and bright flashing light. The streets were with couples walking

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I am the hanging man...I am the Fool...I bring change wherever I go... I bring bad news... They see me as the Harbinger of disasters...they see me as Death's avatar... Little did they know... or care... about how i feel... bringing changes to their lives... delivering bad news... I brought changes with a heavy heart... I delivered bad news with tears in my eyes... They chose to punish the

aberwynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07522223891860185371noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881336.post-1100838050159611812004-11-19T11:44:00.000+08:002004-11-19T12:20:50.160+08:00

Now that my team has shifted to the main office right smacked in the middle of town, there are a lot of changes we need to get used to. We have to take special care about our attire. No more casual wear like we used to degenerate to as before. We were an independent team situated far away from the head office. So we kinda set our own rules and all that. Now, it's back to shirt and tie everyday

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