tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70473438889624833392024-03-05T02:21:58.976-08:00Exquisite ThinkingScream and shout, let everyone know you're aliveAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18439030380434216586noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047343888962483339.post-59094468566091619342013-07-03T11:46:00.001-07:002013-07-03T11:46:56.255-07:00The Memory Remains, pt 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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" I have a secret... But i don't know if telling you would be the right thing to do" Joel wondered if he should involve himself, "You can tell me anything, you know that" He wanted to know what she was hiding, his thirst to know more about her was taking over him as he pursued. He held her hand and looks into her eyes with the cutest puppy dog look you can imagine "please, tell me what this secret is" Joel was knocking on doors which were best left locked and left alone.</div>
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Haley looked away and as she looked into the distance, she smiled. "Let's ride bikes in the park, that should be great fun" Joel, not wanting to disappoint, nods and gets up. They rent two cycles and take off. Laughter filled the trees as Joel and Haley raced around the park taking in every bit of happiness they could until an unfortunate turn topples Haley over. Joel hurries over to check up on her, discarding his bike near a bush. Her jeans were cut through revealing a deep cut and another mark that could not be seen properly. As Haley had her wounds attended to, Joel decides to ask her about the mark. "oh so you noticed huh? It's nothing, really, don't be bothered about it at all." But Joel's curiosity got the better of him and he asked again. With a sigh, she replies " My father didn't plan on having me so when i was born he tried to get rid of me by dropping me into a river. He held me by the leg but before he could drop me my mother stabbed him in which made his clutch on my leg tighten with his nails pressing into my skin. My mother took me and ran away and that was the end of my father. Joel didn't know what to say so he remained quiet and just smiled.</div>
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When they returned home, Joel asked Haley if she ever met her father again. "I don't plan on meeting the person who didn't want me in the first place, so i don't think i'll see him again." Coming to the conclusion that the answer was satisfying, Joel headed back to his place after giving her a warm hug goodbye. What was strange was, Haley never mentioned anything about her parents ever whereas Joel always talked about his, she has even met them on countless occasions. Even when Haley returned home, she opened the door herself and all the lights were off. It was just 5 in the evening, they couldn't be sleeping. What was she hiding?</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18439030380434216586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047343888962483339.post-3899769433421859292013-06-24T08:11:00.001-07:002013-06-24T08:11:41.918-07:00The Memory Remains<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Haley was quite the buttoned up girl usually keeping to herself. Sharing and socializing was not her cup of tea but she had that one friend she would talk to almost every day during lunch in school. Their association was built on the sole fact that they had been science partners 3 years ago and was polished ever since. Now it's become routine to sit at the table in the corner of the lunch hall, just the two of them and talk about other people who gave them looks. It was their little game to make up stories about different students using the small quirks that were predominant in their nature. His name was Joel and Haley loved hanging out with him. His beaming smile assured her of a better tomorrow and when she would look down and laugh it was the single most cutest emotion to him.</div>
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Joel's parents had met Haley a couple times and thought she was very sweet and kind. Not really the talkative type but it was something they managed with because Joel was happy being her mouth, always boasting of her art skills and mainly her blessed voice which she only serenaded Joel with. Joel loved every bit of her, her dark black hair, her passion for art, her angelic voice when she lulled him to sleep on the phone. Everything about her made him more interested in her. It was his curiosity that got the better of him, but that's later on.</div>
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Joel wanted to know more and more about Haley, he couldn't stop thinking about her day and night. One such day when they were lying on the grass, she started to open up to him. When a sentence starts with ' i've never told anyone this before ' you brace yourself because you become the lucky ones to have heard their story. But this wasn't that lucky time.</div>
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Keep in touch for the next part, till then</div>
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Peace on the streets san</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18439030380434216586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047343888962483339.post-11132118878973896832013-06-20T09:17:00.003-07:002013-06-20T09:17:47.571-07:00Happiness is a choice.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; line-height: 1.5em;">There are some people who seem to think that happiness is the result of all the right wheels turning at just the right time. You’re walking down the street, find twenty dollars, get a compliment from a stranger, meet the perfect guy or girl (and don’t totally make a fool of yourself), go to your favorite store and get 50% off, etc., etc.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; line-height: 1.5em;">Happiness is a choice. Not an accident, not a charitable gift from the universe. Of course, it’s nice to receive those gifts, and easy to be happy </span><span style="background-color: transparent; line-height: 1.5em;">when you do, but happiness is about choosing to see the adventure in every moment, choosing to understand that there will always be a light after the dark, that there is always good in every situation and every person, no matter how grim things may seem.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It’s easy to be happy when everything seems to be going your way, but I think that defining happiness that way reduces it to a byproduct of luck, or an accident, which it is not. In fact, I might even argue that luck is a byproduct of happiness, if I was in a particularly feisty mood.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="line-height: 1.5em;">Some days are good, but there are probably more days that are just mediocre or plain bad, and it’s on those days that the true nature of happiness is revealed. Have you ever met someone who s</span></span>tayed positive<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="line-height: 1.5em;">, even when they’re having a bad day, and everything that can go wrong seems to be going wrong? If you’re having a bad day, too, just being near someone like that can be uplifting (although for others it is annoying, but that usually just stems from jealousy).</span></span><span style="background-color: transparent;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="line-height: 1.5em;">People who are able to smile even through the worst of times have learned a very important lesson, the same lesson I stated above: Happiness </span><span style="line-height: 27px;">doesn't</span><span style="line-height: 1.5em;"> just </span></span></span><em style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; color: #222222; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">happen</em><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; line-height: 1.5em;">.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That’s the key to happiness: choosing it. It’s not an easy choice all the time, and it very well may be the last thing you want to do sometimes. When grief strikes, or when you just can’t seem to catch a break, sometimes you just want to sulk and stay upset, perpetuate the sadness. It’s a natural response, but it isn't a required behavior, it’s a choice. And choosing to be happy will make you a better, stronger, wiser, more long suffering person.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We always have the choice to be happy. Learning to change our attitude is frustrating, but worth it in the end. When we <a href="http://www.thechangeblog.com/10-wise-choices-to-skyrocket-your-happiness/" style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; color: #137725; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="choose to be happy">c</a>hoose to be happy, things tend to work in our favor, and luck seems to be on our side; and even if things don’t happen the way you want them to, if you choose to be happy, you can accept situations for what they are and make the most of life, no matter the hand it deals you.</span></div>
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Thank you M.A.</div>
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PEACE on the STREETS san</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18439030380434216586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047343888962483339.post-72471517965059613912013-06-18T01:42:00.001-07:002013-06-18T01:42:49.674-07:00Become Cool<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There are many ways to succeed in life. One way is to become cool. I kid you not, becoming cool is a brilliant path to being successful. Once you become cool, everything falls in place for you. You can end up earning money just like that, you can earn all the respect from people, you can be famous once you become cool. Don't believe me? Let me introduce you to my friends David and Sonny.<br />
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So these two were friends in high school and they both wanted to pursue a business course in college. They applied to the same college and successfully got in. Now being in college is a great social stage in your life. You want to do things to impress others and make your name here. Frankly speaking, i believe college is where you actually start your life. David, being the one the no financial problems asks his dad for 35000 dollars. Obviously that's quite a large sum to ask for, so his father said ' Why do you want so much money? ' And David casually replied ' eh papa, i want to buy a nice bike and some clothes and shoes and maybe some cool sunglasses ' His father gave it some though and gave the money in the end. On the first day of college, our hero David rolls in on a big black Harley Davidson, with a leather jacket and shades. In an instant, all the ladies in the college rush towards him ' oh wow what a bike, can we go for a ride? ' David gets the attention he wanted. Now Sonny here sees that he got such a great response by his outlook, he decides to do the same. He goes back home and asks his father ' hey dad, can i have 35000 dollars? ' His father wasn't financially strong like David's so he asks in a shocked manner ' What for? ' Sonny, looking at his feet, says ' i want to be cool ' Without thinking twice, he gets out the belt and gives him a solid beating for thinking like that. Discouraged, Sonny takes his bicycle instead.<br />
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We get back to our main man David who has all the ladies numbers by now and meeting them at parties and bars. Sonny although is going to college and coming back home, nothing else in between. At the end of the 1st year, Sonny comes 2nd in class while David struggles to pass. But David has his women and his bike, he continues his journey. 2nd year ends and Sonny drops to 3rd but David is still hovering at the bottom. David doesn't change his plan because the women still want to take rides with him. 3rd year end and Sonny finally tops his class and by some miracle, so does David. At this point, the women still love David but their parents love Sonny because he is a very smart chap.<br />
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Time goes by and Sonny is now working at a large corporate firm while Mr Macho is working at a restaurant MIND YOU he still has the bike and is tres cool. Sonny is earning about 80k and David around 20k. We can clearly see here that Sonny has become successful and David has, well, nothing much to be proud about. The idea is your perception of cool. If you believe that being cool is looking good, skipping classes and taking in poisons like smoking and drinking then be prepared to end up like David. Trust me, studying hard and paving your future will make you cool. Davids children won't think he is cool, Sonnys kids will probably look at him and say wow this is my father he is so cool. Going out to parties doesn't make you the CEO of a company, hard work will get you there. I'm not saying hey study your whole life and never relax. Know your priorities, understand that right now as teenagers, your priority is your studies and then your social life. Once you get the first covered, you can afford to take the back seat in life. Don't let social conformity control you, why fit in when you were born to stand out?<br />
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PEACE on the STREETS san</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18439030380434216586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047343888962483339.post-70622801031126912862013-06-17T09:48:00.001-07:002013-06-17T09:48:30.027-07:00The Right Technique<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So many of you have goals that you want to achieve but can't seem to get there. You want to be a pilot or a doctor but can't figure out where to start or how to get there. So here is a story that might help you out a bit.<div>
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Jimmy wasn't a very bright fellow, and by that i don't mean he was a dumbo, i mean he generally wasn't exposed to many things. So one day he came across the Olympics and he started watching it. Once at a bar he saw the archery category and said ' I wonder why there aren't many people who can hit the bullseye ' A nearby man, John who was a famous motivational speaker in that area, said ' It is very hard to hit that precise point ' Jimmy being quite arrogant said ' How do they do it? ' John replied, ' Well my boy, it takes a lot of practice ' With these words, Jimmy went off back to his neighborhood and became very busy with this whole bow and arrow business. Months later, some kids approached John and said ' Hey, what did you tell Jimmy? He doesn't come out to play anymore because you told him to practice ' Surprised, John went to that neighborhood and found many trees with bulls eyes on them with an arrow right in the middle. It wasn't just one or two trees, there were about 30 trees with the arrow right in the middle of the target. Astonished, John searched for Jimmy to see how much he's grown. He found him there, sitting on a chair, sharpening his arrow. John asked ' How have you become so amazing at this now? ' Jimmy slowly replied in a very dramatic manner, ' Practice sir, along with hard work and determination, i managed to accomplish what Olympians can ' A very proud John said ' Wow, you must have put in a lot of effort and i'm so happy you've reached this far, can you show me your skills? ' So Jimmy, all high and almighty in this stage, took out the bow and the arrow he was sharpening, aimed it at a tree and fired away. Wherever the arrow landed, he just drew the bulls eye around it.</div>
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What i'm trying to convey over here is you might have that drive, that passion and the determination to achieve something but you may not have the right technique to do so. You need to identify what needs to be done and do it the right way. If you cheat on a test all the time, you wouldn't acquire any knowledge and therefore making the test pointless. Taking the easy way out is as the name suggests, easy. But it isn't the right way. There is no short cut to hard work, if you want to shoot the arrow right in the bulls eye, start practicing, failing is a step to success, make your mistakes and improve, then you'll have the right technique</div>
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PEACE on the STREETS san</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18439030380434216586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047343888962483339.post-69431097962771481422013-06-16T00:08:00.001-07:002013-06-16T00:08:36.883-07:00The Black Balloon<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So there was this little boy playing in the mud on the shores of the beach and you know how kids get, after a while they lose their thrill and need to move on to something else. So after this kid, let's call him Jeremy, was done with the mud, he searched around the beach to find something fun to do. As he scanned around he saw a balloon vendor filling up helium balloons and tying the string to it so it wouldn't fly away. Now we know most kids love balloons, heck i love balloons. So Jeremy ran up to the balloon vendor and said ' hey sir, sir, excuse me sir, do you have a black balloon? ' The balloon vendor, let's call him Robert, said ' Hmm, let me check ' Robert checks his bag and his box for the Jeremy request and finally pulls out a black balloon and he gave it to Jeremy. Now at this point Jeremy was a bit hesitant. He asked Robert, ' but sir, will it fly like the others? Will it fly high like the red blue green and yellow ones? ' This was a very peculiar question which Jeremy asked and Robert was impressed with Jeremy. So Robert replied very calmly ' Little boy, it's not the color of the balloon which makes it fly, it's whats inside ' And then he filled up the black balloon, attached the string and tied the knot. The balloon, as Robert said, was flying up in the sky just like the others. Jeremy was very happy. He took the balloon and ran along.<br />
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Now what's the point of this story besides the fact that the balloon was free?<br />
It's what Robert said. It doesn't matter if you're black white tall short thin or fat, what matters is whats inside you. If you're nice and kind, people will love you no matter how you look. I don't know whats your definition of ugly, but you can be that and still have people talk to you normally because of how you are. It's your attitude towards people that make them love you. If your attitude is pathetic then they won't like you and you'll be disliked for that. Again, it doesn't matter if you're black white etc you can still soar high above the clouds if you put in the effort you need to. You can't expect life to hand you success on a silver platter just because you look good. It's whats inside you that will lead you to success. It's your determination, your endurance, your perseverance and your attitude that will help you be successful. So just remember, you can come from any background with any shape and color and still be amazing, you all have that potential to be great, don't let social conformity get in your way.<br />
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As promised, your new blog to check out is - <a href="http://a-spark-of-insanity.blogspot.in/">http://a-spark-of-insanity.blogspot.in/</a> It's a real simple and straight to the point blog, i suggest you read it because there are some really interesting stuff in there, so give a read through and make it worthwhile. @person02 for your suggestions and a follow, i'm a weird tweeter.<br />
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I hope you liked this story, i have one more which i'll put up either tomorrow or next week titled ' The Starfish ' It's about dragons.<br />
PEACE on the STREETS san</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18439030380434216586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047343888962483339.post-61597288344902695612013-06-13T10:08:00.001-07:002013-06-13T10:08:47.066-07:002.0<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So i had this thought about taking this blogging thing a bit more serious. And to start off with, i'm thinking i'll start introducing it on twitter more often to expand it out a bit. So hopefully for every post i write i'll be tweeting about it soon after. I was thinking about adding other blogs on my post to help them get more recognition, i'll be putting up their links at the end of my posts if i find something nice to read.<br />
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To continue, if this whole idea works out and this blog gets a better audience, i'll be incorporating twitter even more then. What i mean is, at the end of a blog i'll ask you to suggest topics or my views on a certain subject through twitter, of course i'll put my username for you peeples. You could even send me your blog for me to publicize and review in my own. Speaking of which, i will be trying my best to put at least one post a week, maybe 2 if you're lucky. With college started i have only 1 free day to chill and i would actually rather sleep than stare at my laptop clicking away, but i'll see how it goes.<br />
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On another note, college was damn fun. I met new friends and i have an internship soon. It's a paid internship as well so hopefully i can save up for some fun later, right now i'm crammed up with work. I've started working on some music as well, got a small dubstep tune set already maybe soon a track will be available for you all to hear, i'll put a link when it happens.<br />
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I was told long back that if i put my mind towards something i can get it. Like if i really wanted to go somewhere, i'll get there. It's what i've been told so many times and why i bring this up is because i believe there are so many talented writers out there who are much better than me but aren't tapping into that potential because of their own reasons. If you think you can't do it, then well you're not going to be able to achieve anything with that sob story attitude. So put your mind to the test and try out different things, push yourself to the limit and never think you can't do something. I thought i'd never be able to speak in front of a crowd and i won both the elocution and the emcee award in my school. This is after everyone said i was and at speaking and i'd never amount to anything. I put my mind to it and you should too. Take chances and make mistakes, you'll never know until you try.<br />
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So that's all for today, i have to write a post about the innocence of a child soon because i had this experience last night at a restaurant that made me feel all warm inside. Before i forget, check out Parichay Swarup's blog - <a href="http://stopthinkandunderstand.blogspot.in/">http://stopthinkandunderstand.blogspot.in/</a> He has some really interesting things up there, have a look at it, maybe you'll find the post about me too.<br />
My twitter is @person02, if you have a twitter account and you want me to either review or if you have a suggestion for me, tweet it. (Right now i feel so famous but maybe it'll all work out soon)<br />
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Till next time brochachos (thats bro and muchacho)<br />
PEACE on the STREETS, san</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18439030380434216586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047343888962483339.post-91590478656243674212013-06-10T11:52:00.000-07:002013-06-10T11:52:08.307-07:00Beautiful<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="line line-s" id="line_9" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1682" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">I'm just so fucking depressed</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_10" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1682" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">I just can't seem to get out this slump</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_11" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1682" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">If I could just get over this hump</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_12" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1682" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">But I need something to pull me out this dump</span></span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /><span class="line line-s" id="line_13" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1688" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">I took my bruises, took my lumps</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_14" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1688" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Fell down and I got right back up</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_15" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1694" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">But I need that spark to get psyched back up</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_16" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1694" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">And in order for me to pick the mic back up</span></span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /><span class="line line-s" id="line_17" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1698" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">I don't know how or why or when</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_18" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1698" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">I ended up this position I'm in</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_19" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1698" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">I'm starting to feel dissin' again</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1698" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">So I decided just to pick this pen</span></span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /><span class="line line-s" id="line_21" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;">Up and try to make an attempt to vent</span><span class="line line-s" id="line_22" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1702" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">But I just can't admit</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_23" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1702" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_24" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1702" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">I need a new outlet</span></span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /><span class="line line-s" id="line_25" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;">And I know some shit's so hard to swallow</span><span class="line line-s" id="line_26" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1706" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">But I can't just sit back and wallow</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_27" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1706" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">In my own sorrow but I know one fact</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_28" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1706" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">I'll be one tough act to follow</span></span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /><span class="line line-s" id="line_29" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;">One tough act to follow</span><span class="line line-s" id="line_30" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;">I'll be one tough act to follow</span><span class="line line-s" id="line_31" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;">Here today, gone tomorrow</span><span class="line line-s" id="line_32" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1708" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">But you'd have to walk a thousand miles</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_32" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1708" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_45" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1716" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_46" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1716" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Everything's so tense and gloom</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_47" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;">I almost feel like I gotta check</span><span class="line line-s" id="line_48" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;">The temperature of the room</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /><span class="line line-s" id="line_49" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1722" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Just as soon as I walk in, it's like all eyes on me</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_50" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1722" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">And so I try to avoid any eye contact</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_51" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1722" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">'Cause if I do that then it opens the door</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_52" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1722" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">For conversation, like I want that</span></span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /><span class="line line-s" id="line_53" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1722" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">I'm not looking for extra attention</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_54" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1726" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">I just wanna be just like you</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_55" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1726" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Blend in with the rest of the room</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_56" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1726" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Maybe just point me to the closest restroom</span></span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /><span class="line line-s" id="line_57" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1732" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">I don't need no fucking man servant</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_58" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1732" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Trying to follow me around and wipe my ass</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_59" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1732" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Laugh at every single joke I crack</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_60" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1732" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">And half of 'em ain't even funny like</span></span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /><span class="line line-s" id="line_61" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1732" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Ha! Marshall you're so funny man</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_62" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1732" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">You should be a comedian, god damn!"</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_63" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1732" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Unfortunately I am</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_64" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1732" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">I just hide behind the tears of a clown</span></span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /><span class="line line-s" id="line_65" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1738" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">So why don't you all sit down</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_66" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1738" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Listen to the tale I'm about to tell</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_67" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1738" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Hell, we don't gotta trade our shoes</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_68" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1738" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">And you ain't gotta walk no thousand miles</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_69" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_82" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1744" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Nobody asked for life to deal us</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_83" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1744" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">With these bullshit hands we're dealt</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_84" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1744" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">We gotta take these cards ourselves</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_85" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1750" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">And flip 'em, don't expect no help</span></span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /><span class="line line-s" id="line_86" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1750" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Now I could've either just sat on my ass</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_87" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1750" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">And pissed and moaned</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_88" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1750" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Or take this situation in which I'm placed in</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_89" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1754" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">And get up and get my own</span></span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /><span class="line line-s" id="line_90" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1754" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">I was never the type of kid</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_91" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1754" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">To wait by the door and pack his bags</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_92" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1754" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">I sat on the porch and hoped and prayed</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_93" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1756" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">For a dad to show up who never did</span></span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /><span class="line line-s" id="line_94" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1756" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">I just wanted to fit in</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_95" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1756" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Every single place, every school I went</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_96" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1756" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">I dreamed of being that cool kid</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_97" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1758" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Even if it meant acting stupid</span></span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /><span class="line line-s" id="line_98" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1758" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">And Edna always told me</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_99" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1758" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Keep making that face and it'll get stuck like that</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_100" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1758" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Meanwhile I'm just standing there</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_101" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1762" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Holding my tongue tryna talk like that</span></span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /><span class="line line-s" id="line_102" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1762" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">'Til I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_103" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1762" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">At 8 years old</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_104" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1762" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">I learned my lesson then</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_105" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1766" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">'Cause I wasn't trying to impress my friends no more</span></span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /><span class="line line-s" id="line_106" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1766" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">But I already told you my whole life story</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_107" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1766" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Not just based on my description</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_108" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="smline sm" data-meaningid="1766" style="border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">'Cause where you see it, from where you're sittin</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_109" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;">It's probably 110% different</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /><span class="line line-s" id="line_110" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;">I guess we would have to walk a mile</span><span class="line line-s" id="line_111" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;">In each others shoes at least</span><span class="line line-s" id="line_112" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;">What size you wear? I wear 10's</span><span class="line line-s" id="line_113" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;">Let's see if you can fit your feet</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /><span class="line line-s" id="line_114" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;">In my shoes, just to see</span><span class="line line-s" id="line_115" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;">What it's like, to be me</span><span class="line line-s" id="line_116" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;">I'll be you, let's trade shoes</span><span class="line line-s" id="line_117" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;">Just to see what it'd be like</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;" /><span class="line line-s" id="line_118" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;">To feel your pain, you feel mine</span><span class="line line-s" id="line_119" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;">Go inside each others minds</span><span class="line line-s" id="line_120" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;">Just to see what we'd find</span><span class="line line-s" id="line_121" style="border: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;">Look at shit through each others eyes</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18439030380434216586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047343888962483339.post-26318693619583214252013-06-09T16:09:00.001-07:002013-06-10T03:37:43.116-07:004 years<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Y'know how some people say ' let them go, and if it's meant to be, they'll come back ' ? Well, in a way, that happened to me. So this is a story of a girl...<br />
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I'm gonna be professional about this and not mention her name, so let's call her Kate because i like that name. So in 9th i was quite the awkward turtle. I never really hung out with 'girls' and when i did i was really dumb, but cute dumb like ' awwwww what an idiot ' So i kinda stayed away from them. In that summer, i went to India to chill out with family and i realized i had some holiday homework. I didn't really want to do it because come on, it's the summer, don't spoil it by giving up homework. So i thought about asking people for help. And Kate was the first on the list and i thank God she was. She didn't really scan the work and send it to me, she wrote the guidelines all over again and inboxed in on facebook. That, for me, felt like she was SO interested in me mainly because she actually took the time out to type out the guidelines for someone she hardly knew. Days and weeks went by and we talked a lot. I remember the first time i called her, it was so weird. But like we've said countless times, weird is good. I regret saying this on a blog but i asked her out on facebook and for 2 reasons i got rejected, one because well, it was facebook... and two Kate believed that if we dated and broke up, we wouldn't stay such good friends. I thought the second reason was more lame than the first. I think i asked her to be my valentine also and she said she couldn't leave the house so that bombed too. Yeah, i sucked.<br />
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Kate liked me, but was always afraid to take the step because she didn't want to lose our friendship. She was more focused on studies.She was quite the academic girl, always studying. Whenever she said she had to study, i wouldn't bother her because i knew it meant a lot to her. I gave her space whenever she needed it but it annoyed me because i could never meet her or spend time with her. Finally in 2013, this cute little munchkin (me) got what he wanted. I asked her out and she said yes. It lasted for a short time, but readers, that short period of time was bliss. We had a really bad fight, but because we were such great friends before, we worked it out. It didn't matter who was right, we would fight all night but we kept the deal ' Never go to bed angry ' We made our compromises and we fixed it. Sorry, saying 'we' again and again makes me feel fuzzy. Anyway, I can't get into the details of it because i'm sure if Kate reads this, she'd kick my ass, but let's just say she was everything i needed. I was going through a rough patch back then and she picked me up. She brought me solace, she gave me unconditional love.<br />
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I don't know if i'm over selling this so i'm just going to make this clear. Kate was simply amazing. I love her smile, her innocent eyes, her temper when i touch her hair, her stupid stupid sarcasm, her feel good aura and especially for being there when others weren't. There have been times where i just got so angry with my life, the only person i could talk to was her. There was this one time where i got pissed at her and to calm down, i talked to her again. I only wished we were together from the start. When i was supposed to leave Dubai, i asked Kate to meet me. It was around 11 in the night and she was at a friends house. I told her to meet me for at least 5 minutes and she kept saying no. I ran about 15 minutes to where she was and she was walking away. She told me her friends sister is coming and they can't see us together (indian family problems) So she said have a safe flight bye. I walked like a few feet down and sat on the pavement. I was supposed to meet la familla in about 30 minutes and i wasn't in the mood to go home. I got a message from her asking where i was and later she found me. Again, i can't get into the details of it, but those 15 seconds she spent with me was probably the best thing that ever happened to me. She sent a nice long message when i left Dubai. When i got back for about 3 weeks, i met her only twice. The first time, all we did was walk around and talk and i can't believe this myself, but it was such a great time. The 2nd time i met her was the day before i left and the horror dawned on me, she took me shopping with her friend. She got bugged because i came late and she was kinda grumpy the whole time. But when i was leaving she gave me a hug and i left. I really like her hugs.<br />
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Anyway, this is really long so i'll stop right here. We're best friends now, nothing more nothing less and that's actually fine with me because i don't have to go through a heartbreak of leaving her or the other way. Now if either of us dates, maybe there would be a sour pinch, but we'll be happy for each other. She's encouraged me to do things i never thought i would be able to do. If i have a ' good side ' it probably would be because of her. I love you Kate and i miss you a lot. We'll open a restaurant one day, i promise.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18439030380434216586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047343888962483339.post-79505432482770900012013-06-04T15:52:00.001-07:002013-06-04T15:52:56.698-07:00Sabbatical<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
If you're reading this that means you really are interested in my posts because i'm not sharing this on twitter for people to read. A lot of things have happened in my life and i've lost a lot of things. Its not like i've gotten better things, it's just that things have taken a turn for the worse in all areas. Friends, family, my own health and trust in general. I used to have things to hold on to, La Familla for one but in the recent days i now know that me being the glue in it all, if i start to fall apart, who would help these buggers? Once i'm gone, we as a family will break up and i'm done with families splitting, from my friends to my own experience.<br />
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I don't know where i'm going or what i've done will be enough for this world. I don't know if i can tell my future kids about how their daddy was the strongest man and that he was immortal (some people will understand this) I don't know if i can be the parents i never had but i'm sure if i ever got the chance to be one, i'll do a lot better than they did. All these movies that depict a child growing up in hostile conditions or in poor conditions and then somehow in life they make it all seems like a fairy tale to me now. I'm tired of living like i was a legend and i'm tired of letting people down.<br />
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If there was anyone out there who knew me it was Leander Dias and he knows i've never given up, so i hope he doesn't read this. And for those that don't really know me, i'm not one to step down from a fight but the going got tough and until i see some reason to get up from this fight, i'm sure i'm going to stay down.<br />
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I dreamed of a day they all would call me a fighter. I dreamed of a day where i could stand tall and instead of looking down on others and making fun of them, i'd help them up. I had a dream where i was everything i wanted to be, but in the end folks, it is just a dream and dreams are meant for your sleep. I don't want this message to discourage you to give up. I'm not saying this is where you quit. I'm saying that if you want to be successful, you have to want it really badly, and not like hey i want to be successful, you have to want it and you have to earn it otherwise you'll lose everything. I tried to earn it readers, i really did try. I'm giving up because i never really wanted it that much. But hey, in my next post i'll tell you how i got up, granted i do get up... So as far as this goes, i'm sorry to everyone i hurt, i'm sorry mom and dad because i couldn't be what you wanted me to be. i'm sorry Adrian i could never touch the stars with you. I'm sorry La familla for not being there always. I'm sorry A for changing who i was. I'm sorry D for not being good enough.<br />
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Bye<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18439030380434216586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047343888962483339.post-20607956220274355322013-05-29T16:37:00.001-07:002013-05-29T16:37:54.627-07:00La Familla<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So in the previous post I wrote a nice long one about Shaun my bestfriend. Well this one is just a brief summary about everyone else in the La Familla gang. To start with, you might ask what La Familla is, well it kinda means The Family which is something Shaun had come up with for all his close friends, like a mafia gang but without the looting, guns, hats and cool car chases. Okay it's not like the mafia at all, but you get what I mean. So let's start with the family members.<br />
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<img src="http://sphotos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-prn1/29559_4349260044292_280059570_n.jpg" /> LEANDER DIAS<br />
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So Leander was this guy I befriended in 8th grade. I was the awkward turtle in that grade and Lee sat with me the whole year through. He's been there for me all these years and I know he won't turn his back on me ever. He's always pushed me to my limits to tap into my true potential and i'm so grateful for everything he's done for me. Leander, if you read this, i love you so much and i'm going to miss you when i'm gone.<br />
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<img src="http://sphotos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/58223_10152496841135154_1289616907_n.jpg" />ADI<br />
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(Mr. Colgate on the right) Now Adi is a friend that became really close in the middle of 11th. I don't really know how but it probably started when I asked his permission to ask out his ex girlfriend which was a bittersweet thing to do. That's another post altogether. I met him in 9th grade, it wasn't a big class, about 13 kids only and we didn't really talk much either. Anyway, in the start of 12th we started chilling and going out together. Couple of days he stayed over at my house and we had our nights of crazy shit like burning stuff and having our personal talks. I really enjoyed those. He's always managed to make me laugh in every situation. There were nights where i just wanted to hear his voice so i could smile again. As a matter of fact i'm in his house writing this. He's watching 21 Jump Street, that little bastard. Jokes i love him to bits.<br />
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(He's the ecstatic boy on the right)<br />
Now Chhibber is the guy I hated in 10th because firstly he slapped the living crap out of my batch mate and in a musical we did together he told me, ME, AARON BASIL, to shut up. That pissed me off a lot. Anyway, we met at party and usually I'm with Shaun but he didn't come that day and I knew Chhibber so I stuck with him. Readers, that party I will NEVER forget because we did the weirdest things ever like going up to every woman at the party, winking and saying hey. Needless to say, he's been there for me ever since then. Be it at 6 in the evening or 2 in the morning, he was always there and I'm thankful for that. For a week he stayed at my house and recently for more than a week i stayed at his house. We've had each others back and I hope it stays that way.<br />
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KARAN RANGWANI<br />
(I'm in the middle and Shaun's on the right making Rangu on the left, yeah i know i look sexy)<br />
Karan was another friend that bloomed late, I didn't really know him till 11th grade. There was a party Shaun told me about, he asked me to cover for him for a while as a DJ and to help Rangu out. So i went and let's get this straight I have never dj-ed before so this was my first time. After that party, Rangu and I started hanging out and going out with the other members. Soon we became tight and I found out i could tell him anything about my life. He taught me that no matter what the circumstances are, you have to take charge for your own life.<br />
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Shaun also is a part of La Familla but i had a huge post about him already so i don't think a brief paragraph would do justice at all.<br />
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The next post i write would be a 'draw my life' type like the ones you see on youtube. It's gonna be called Blog My Life. If you blog too, i hope that post inspires you to write your own. Tweet to @person02 about your blog your life and win a chance to meet Channing Tatum, lolz not really.<br />
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Let's turn the clock back a bit, back about 5 years.<br />
It was the summer of 8th grade, the only person i knew was Leander, the rest i couldn't be bothered about. Until i met the idiot in the picture. His name was Shaun Alex Gomes, a young lad who walked as if he was too big for his frame, he stood a few inches taller than me with his baggy dark blue jeans, over sized t shirt and his cap drawn back. He had that skater boy cum bad ass image which wasn't so discreet when he greeted me with the complicated hand shake. Readers, let's just say that pathetic excuse for a handshake has changed my life and i'm so happy i participated in that. We shared one main thing, we loved music. So every morning for summer camp, we would come and play music in the auditorium. It was our thing. And days later we performed together in front of the camp and we were like the 2 out of 4 pillars that held the camp up. Moving on, in 9th grade we stayed chill, that year i was more oriented to my class. Skipping ahead, in 10th we had this musical, almost Alice, where Shaun and i reconnected and got to hang out more often which lead to the most amazing summer ever. We had summer camp again and i didn't want to participate, rather i wanted to volunteer. So Shaun and i agreed to volunteer and we did. The events that followed will be forever treasured.<br />
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It started off with what class we would get, Shaun being the lazy one didn't come for a few days which made me the 'uncle' for the junior classes. They used to call me uncle because i didn't shave...Once i did, it became sir and once Shaun came it became just Aaron. Yeah, he spoiled my rep. We took care of the senior boys because they were the hardest to control. In a couple of days, we earned their respect and got them in check at the click of our fingers which made it really easy for us to chill. We had our bowling days, ice skating days and the days we had outings. We went on every trip and day by day the teachers started to realize that without Shaun there was no Aaron and vice versa. It didn't feel right to have one without the other. Even when one outing was Sega Republic, not having the duo was a disappointment.<br />
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One day at camp, Shaun was playing with my phone about 30mts away and i was just standing with a tennis ball, all bored and what not. So i decided what every teenager in my position would have, i took a chance and threw the ball at him. In my defense i didn't believe i would actually hit him... But when i did, it was really funny because he was lying down and it hit his head like in the typical cartoon moments. There there was the day. The day i cut his lip. That day i realize something, i wasn't just a friend anymore, i was more than that. Long story short, a basketball hit his face while he was drinking water and his lip got cut. It was bleeding a lot and i was panicking a lot but what he said to me made me calm down slightly, he said ' if it was anyone else, i would have beaten them to a pulp and you know i could, but because its you, i won't do anything '<br />
We spent days and days together after that, he used to come from Sharjah just to meet me. We would stay out late, share our secrets, do the weirdest things together.<br />
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One day i noticed something about him. He loved me a lot and he wanted nothing but the best for me. And he was crazy. I was on my first date with this very interesting woman and just at the start of it i get a message from Shaun saying he wanted to meet. I told him i was busy that day and he didn't need to come and meet me. He was an hours drive away, just note it. As the date progressed, he called again and i said it would be a bad idea, he just said i'll see you soon. The date went well, we became a thing later on and lasted quite a while. When i got home that day i get a call from Shaun and our hero says he's been waiting at the mall where i had my date, for 20minutes. Now let's count. It took him an hour to get there, 20 minutes waiting and that's not all, he takes the metro back to where i stay which is another 30 minutes JUST to spend 15 minutes with me. Ladies and gentlemen, if your bestfriend does not do that, please reconsider your definition. It's not the time he spent, it's the efforts he put in for me.<br />
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Skipping good times, we come to my 18th birthday where Mr Gomes is half drunk running around the compound looking for an intoxicated me ( i'll say this story another time ) Yeah, that was a good night... We see as the story moves on that Shaun and myself become more closer. Readers, the things i've told that boy i haven't even begun to try to say it to my other friends. I feel so comfortable telling him about my life and what goes on because i know for a fact that he is not going to leave me. A senti moment now but maybe it's necessary just to show how much he means to me. My life has been full of let downs, i've had more than my fair share of people leaving my life, people being fake and people who say they would always be there but never end up doing so. Shaun has been that one person who has told everyone off, he's one of the few that has actually stood by my side, that actually makes me feel wanted. When others tell me they miss me because i've shifted countries, i go along with it, but when Shaun tells me he misses me, it hurts me. it hurts not because i'm gay for him, but it hurts because he was my truest friend, he was my brother, my OCB. It was like we were brought up together, i mean 5 years together must mean something, right?<br />
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There are other amazing stories about this lad, one being the time that makes me feel warm inside every time. So once, Shaun and i, with other friends went to a concert. Now i'm quite the bugger sometimes and i was bugging this childhood friend of mine, just the casual poke poke. He loses his cool and slaps my face. Now i'm not the one to fight, but with my stunned expression and the resounding noise from the slap gets Shaun's attention and he looks. He instantly knows something bad happens which means instinct kicks in. Our hero, breaks out of conversation, charges at my friend and slaps him back. Now if i was a chick this would have been a cute story, but when anyone stands up for you instantly, without thought of consequence, you never doubt their loyalty or friendship. Shaun has been there for me through and through and i'll never be able to repay him for everything he's done for me. I love you Shaun, La Familla forever</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18439030380434216586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047343888962483339.post-90136029999437512652013-04-22T23:51:00.000-07:002013-04-22T23:51:01.783-07:00The Adventures of Ben Pt 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So last week i had an entry about Ben, a so called friend my father had memorable times with. Just to recap, last story Ben had gone fishing and with a little more patience he would have been prosperous. This next story doesn't exactly have that same moral arrangement but rather a good story to warm the heart.<br />
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This story starts off with a little background which is duly needed. My grand father passed away when my father was 10 years old. My grand uncle took in my father and uncle as his own and treated them with such love and care as my grand mother was struggled to cope with the loss. My grand uncle took them out to different places, parks and cricket matches just like any loving father would. Right now, my grand uncle is touching 90 and right hand to God, he is the most cutest old man i have ever seen and had the privilege to meet. Now back to the story. Again, for the purpose of the story to make sense i will be stepping in my fathers shoes.<br />
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One day Ben and i decided to go to uncles house. He was having some furniture moved in from a distant relative and we thought it would be fun to help arrange it. We saw the sweaty yet gentle men lift and unload the items at our gate and soon straight to the living room. At first there was no exact position it was kept in, just laying around without worry or care of who is going to stub their toe on it next. It was Ben's idea to play a game while the adults talked about their little tv show which was drowned by the volume of the tv itself. He grabbed my arm and said LISTEN we have to run NOW. I got shocked and started to panic. "Don't worry, get on the chair" he commanded me as i nervously nodded and followed his instruction. It slowly came to me, the chairs started moving further away from each other. The temperature started to rise and the floor began to bubble. It was clear, it appeared that we were surrounded by blazing hot lava and the new furniture was our only hope. Even though we were 2 feet apart and quite stationary, we started to yell because we thought we were drifting away. We started to hold hands just so we wouldn't separate but like Scar said to Mufasa, Ben's eyes slowly turned dark and a small smile grew as he came close to my face and said ' I'm the king of the castle ' And he let go of my hand. A long stretched echo amplified the room which brought the adults back in the room only to see me laying on the floor laughing away as Ben rolled on the sofa giggling to his hearts content.<br />
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We did get our fair share of scoldings but our uncle loved us dearly and wanted us to grow up the way we wanted to. We were never discouraged unless it was required. After we explained our game to him he told us " oh well, the best way to get over a lava fight like that is to go out and have some ice cream " and readers, everyone knows ice cream to a kid is heaven. So we ran out with uncle and got the ice cream. Our original plan was to get the ice cream back home and then play a board game perhaps but knowing us kids we finished eating the ice cream minutes after ordering it. We loved our uncle a lot. When the football world cup matches were going on, we had a set plan. We would first go out to the park and pretend to be the teams while playing our own match. Ben used to just watch as he was more cricket oriented. Then we would shower and have a nice dinner with the family. Ben would sleep over and at 1 uncle would wake us up because the match would be starting around then. My uncle had just bought a tv around then and we treasured it so much. It was our first tv and it was black and white. We bought it specifically for the world cup. After every match, uncle would warm up the milk and tuck us in bed with a song that is still used in our family, ave maria. It's a song we've passed down i guess maybe with a few alterations. After we slept, he used to pray for all of us with his wife and the head on to sleep himself. An uncle like him is one to cherish every moment. He never hit us but made sure i took care of my brother. I was a very strict brother. There were days when Ben couldn't come over because my brother was recovering from the beatings that were given. To this day i get a bittersweet symphony when remembering my childhood because i know i was strict but without it i'm sure he wouldn't be the amazing husband father brother uncle and god father he is today.<br />
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Uncle always had a soft spot for cricket. He always told us to bring up our children to play cricket even though we were football fans. But his persistence never gave up. He convinced us that football is played for the money while cricket is played for the heart. There is a passion for cricket and a greed for football. Now i'm just saying as an innocent bystander he was just very passionate about cricket and has nothing against football. In fact he still watches every Barcelona match to this day even in his challenging age, he manages to keep in touch with the Champions League, better than myself. Uncle liked Ben for the lone fact that he resembled him a lot. The one thing about uncle which everyone loved about him was his smile and that twinkle in his eye when he did so. It was that smile that when you saw it you were assured security love and kindness. A look which apparently i attained.<br />
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This wasn't really a story about Ben but i wanted to showcase my grand uncle with some respect to Ben (because after all, it's called the adventures of Ben) Anyway, i hope you all enjoyed, hopefully another will come up day after. Keep it real, peace on the streets San<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18439030380434216586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047343888962483339.post-58127514998756551842013-04-19T03:31:00.000-07:002013-04-19T03:31:11.125-07:00The Adventures of Ben<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So long ago when I was just a wee lad, my father used to tell me stories about his childhood friend, Ben. Now coincidentally my uncles name was Benedict, so my brothers and myself always thought these amazing stories were about him, but our grandmother assured us that it was actually about this weird childhood friend who has no photos or anything tangible to be remembered by.<br />
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Maybe he was real, maybe he wasn't but i think i'm going to ignite my blog with all his stories, as far as i can remember. I'll start off with his first adventure, the fishing trip.<br />
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As all great stories start, once upon a time there were two boys and for the sake of not getting confused later on, one was me and the other was Ben. So Ben and i were walking down the road, kicking pebbles and cans along the way when suddenly Ben had this bright idea to go fishing. Now being a child of my background, i was pretty much into it so i said Challo why not? So we ran off, both to our houses, and packed up. We got our moms to make us some sandwiches, we took some juice boxes, wore some shorts and scavenged for those weird looking fish hats. When we finally reached the lake we grabbed 2 sticks and some thread we packed and made our own rod. To us, it was a masterpiece, to the common eye it was just a stick with thread on it. We were quite the imaginative kids back then and we would pretty much come up with the strangest explanations for the smallest things. We didn't know what to use for bait so we tried tying part of our sandwich to the rope and we flung it in the water just like in the cartoons expecting it to go really far and make that *bloop* sound but all we got was a *smoosh* if that makes any sense. We waited for what felt like hours which was actually 5 mins and being the immature people we are, we began to get impatient. We started throwing rocks in the water to pass time, see who could skip it the furthest and no tug from the fishes as yet.<br />
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We couldn't handle it at all, so we ate the sandwiches, drank the juice and left the sticks there. We didn't want to wait any longer to catch fish that might not have even been there. The ongoing impatience made us frustrated and annoyed. We collected our things and made way to our homes where we knew for a fact mom had gone to the market and bought us some nice fish, which by now would be fried and set on the table for us to devour. After the great meal, we went off to bed with some slight expectation we might catch something in our sleep.<br />
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The next morning we hear ol Shahan yelling about how he's done it. I ran down to meet him and lo and behold i see him standing there with our majestic rods and a bag full of caught fish. I immediately ran to Ben and told him about it. The both of us were so surprised we began interviewing Shahan. Our mouths gaped open, we heard his side of the story which went a bit like this. " i saw you guys walk away from the lake and i thought maybe you left some sandwiches because i saw you both munching away. As i walked up, your rods began to move and i thought it was my fault, maybe i kicked it but it was going too fast and steady for a kick. I ran after it and caught it and heaved with all my might and this huge fish was just flip flopping away. At first i was like wow that's a big fish, but what's better than a big fish? More. So i stayed for a bit and caught about 5 more fish which i kept in a bag to show you guys. Maybe if you waited a bit more, you would have caught them. "<br />
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As Ben and i slowly pulled our jaws back up from the ground, we realized that patience is indeed a virtue. If we had just stayed a little longer we would have caught so many fish and our night would have been made.<br />
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When my father told me these stories, it was intended to have a moral per story to actually make it worthwhile. And you can clearly see here what the moral is. If i get time i'll write down the other adventures. I hope this story entices you to want to know more about Ben.<br />
Till next time, peace on the streets SAN<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18439030380434216586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047343888962483339.post-84027060556576947732012-07-06T11:49:00.001-07:002012-07-06T11:49:45.010-07:00TimesIt's amazing how i randomly write a post every now and then when before i used to be so consistent.<br />
Let's do a recap, I'm in my last year of school, i'm still with my girl, i've been watching more tv series and now i more house/dance genre inclined.<br />
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Now that i have your attention i think you all should know that i don't add posts that frequently, although when i do i make them count. i'm watching this tv show called Awkward, its too good. It's all about a teenage daughter going to high school. i'm not watching it cause i like it, HELL to the NO, i'm watching this as if it was a documentary, now i can understand how the wild and crazed female species operates and what makes them so unstable.<br />
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That's a mystery to everyone, women. i'm sure they try really hard to make it clear what they want but its not how we men actually see it. They can say 'yeah its fine if you hang out with her' but she ACTUALLY means ' touch her and die bitch! ' That's one problem with them, they don't know we can't read their double meaning. And the best part is that even if we DO understand it, we don't really give a rats ass about it, we enjoy seeing them go crazy cause in some weird way we know they care a lot.<br />
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I'm tired so i'm gonna go now, take it easy InternetAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18439030380434216586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047343888962483339.post-84066917145392106852012-03-12T11:36:00.000-07:002012-03-12T11:36:22.207-07:00BloggingBlogging isn't something i do ALL the time. i like blogging, i mean its like my public diary, but i just don't feel the need to post something everyday. Its not as if everyday of my life is something worth posting. Granted, i AM a talented writer and im quite the cute one but that doesn't mean my life is full of surprises are gifts and chocolate covered rainbows. Also im not that kinda of guy who is gonna post about everything and when i say that, i actually mean it. If you've seen FB statuses, before it was 'Going out' or 'With the love of my life' yeah its still like that but you know, its changed. People keep up statuses like 'Like for a like' or 'OMG the guy at the counter is so cute' NOBODY CARES! How do we know about the guy at the counter we can't see him! Mark Zuckerburg never intended that 'whats on your mind' implied 'im doing this right now, suck on that'<br />
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And dont get me started on twitter...Sure, its like FB but only the status part. and the thing is, there are ALWAYS updates. People are always tweeting about what happened. 'i just took a dump' ' it hurts' 'yuck it splashed' and 20 minutes later 'i need more fibre in my diet' i mean come on ladies and gentlemen, get back with creativity and write and autobiography, 'my tales, chapter one, the toilet' and get it over with.<br />
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Its the month of March so im guessing its that time where we start talking about the Young Entrepreneur competition :D i'll post a link so you guys can check it out. Dont forget to like and share (: It doesnt matter if you're far away, your likes are always appreciated.<br />
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Till next time folksAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18439030380434216586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047343888962483339.post-47868775378364512502011-11-23T04:56:00.000-08:002011-11-23T04:56:38.232-08:00Guess who's back :DHum dei dei la la hum dei dei la la, la la la la la, la la la la KIDS<br />
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I dont really know what to write anymore, i guess i got writers block loljk im a talented little turtle B)<br />
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You know SO much has happened since the last time i blogged, both good and bad. i lost some friends, gained a few and met someone who has become the world to me. I cant exactly say that ive had the time of my life cause well i havent. The friends i lost happened to be the closest to me, the ones that i really REALLY cared about. So as of today, or yesterday to be precise, i'll have to start to re establish that once old and now dying friendship.<br />
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There are times in your life where you have to stop think and wonder what going on, whats happening and what are you doing right now. Thats why the frequent question is asked, what are you thinking about right now? Right now? Im thinking about why there is a lizard staying in my house rent free when that scaly bugger should be killing flies to be allowed in my room.<br />
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My point being, although people say live in the moment, live in the present, be spontaneous etc etc, i believe we shouldnt do all that. Now correct me if im wrong but what if spontaneity got us to all the wrong places and showed us the shorter paths in life rather than taking the trouble and learning something new? NOTE this is my belief i couldnt care less what yours is (:<br />
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Im gonna leave this topic now cause i havent written in a while, so i dont want to exhaust all my thoughts and ideas in one long ass post :P<br />
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Ciaoo readers, till next timeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18439030380434216586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047343888962483339.post-17668116514183782152011-06-26T13:17:00.000-07:002011-06-26T13:17:13.752-07:00In the end?I dont get this life ladies and gentlemen. We do what the monkey in front of us does. Forgive me if im wrong but isnt that just plain ol dumb? If the guy in front slaps a kid because he was crying does that make it right for you to do so? I just dont get it<br />
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In this world all of us just do stuff to please the guy to your left. This systematic thinking pattern we've developed is an adaptive technique used to stay amongst the crowd and not kept aside. I personally think if you want to get in the crowd, you either make your own or you be yourself. Acting like someone youre not doesnt make you better than the rest. People who use excess make up to hide their flaws just want to be pretty. Accept yourself for who you are, in the end that IS who you are. the final judgement isnt going to be passed based you the amount of make up on or the colored contacts youre wearing.<br />
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There are people like me who try so hard to please other people, make plans for them and go out of my way to do whats best for them. Whats my return in this unfair trade? Oh right, i get a pat on the back wheeeeee . Furthermore if i do complain that i didnt get my fairshare, the usual, oh you'lll be rewarded in heaven story. I dont quite believe that. If God intended that we suffer throughout so we can get a good seat in heaven, then sorry im becoming an atheist. When we are alive, we do things and we get a rewards. Granted we can do things that would get rewards after we die, but it shouldnt always be like that.<br />
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Yeah i know, its been a while since ive blogged so imma just go back into hibernation and leave this site :) Ciaoo folks, till next timeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18439030380434216586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047343888962483339.post-60805137656643585462011-03-27T07:22:00.000-07:002011-03-27T07:22:12.868-07:00The Comments that actually touched me<div class="comment-text" dir="ltr">My two best friends died within a year of each other. We were the 3 best friends anyone could find and I'm the last on standing. Lucy was the first to pass, she was 15 and became wicked sick and one October 25,2008 died in her sleep. Then September 3rd,2009 Maggie was killed in a car accident, at just 16 years old. Now 17 I miss my friends more than anything as I begin to look for colleges, and everytime I hear this song I think of the sisters I've lost.<br />
R.I.P. My girls. Friends from Kindergarte<br />
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<div class="comment-text" dir="ltr">my best friend is about to die today or soon after what a beautifull song and with a few changes in words i made it my prayer to her.i love you oh so much and i wont let go. dedicated to my wife thanks rascal flatts you are the best<br />
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<div class="comment-text" dir="ltr">My friend Veronica got in a car accident last Saturday, we are from a small town so everybody knows about it. She has a very small percent chance of living, and the whole school cried at an assembly on Monday morning. It just goes to show how short life can be. We will all stand by Veronica at this time in her life. WE LOVE YOU VERONICA!!<br />
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<div class="comment-text" dir="ltr">I lost my best friend last month.. this song makes me think of her, so much... rip Melissa.. we all loved you<br />
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<div class="comment-text" dir="ltr">My partner's and my favorite song. She has been fighting cancer for the past 6 years and in one month we are going in for her to do a bone marrow transplant... we listen to this song a lot, it represents so very much! All the hard times and the good we are there for eachother. She is the strongest person I have ever met, she is my hero!<br />
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<div class="comment-text" dir="ltr">this is to my friend donna who is recovering from an addiction to meth after the law kicked the door in an took her, her husband, and my god niece an nephew iv been with her since the night she got out and we attend a.a. together im here no matter what because i know she would do it for me.....this song brings tears to my eyes everytime i hear it and makes all of our struggles (their never hers alone to bear) worth it.......<br />
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This song is dedicated to my sister who has been away from her family for awhile taking care of our mother while she recovering. Thank you for your sacrifice, patience, kindness...I know it is so hard, I will stand by you, I will help you through though I can't be there...I am sorry it was all put on your shoulders<br />
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<div class="comment-text" dir="ltr">I miss you Chris I will never let go...<br />
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Because this song was really awesome i think y'all should hear it - <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cIIorYfTSTo&feature=related">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cIIorYfTSTo&feature=related</a><br />
Enjoy</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18439030380434216586noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047343888962483339.post-86139982401296333542011-03-27T07:00:00.001-07:002011-03-27T07:06:00.450-07:00To the one that got away =)It’s like a storm<br />
That cuts a path<br />
It’s breaks your will<br />
It feels like that<br />
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You think your lost<br />
But your not lost on your own<br />
Your not alone<br />
I will stand by you<br />
I will help you through<br />
When you’ve done all you can do<br />
If you can’t cope<br />
I will dry your eyes<br />
I will fight your fight<br />
I will hold you tight<br />
And I wont let go<br />
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It hurts my heart<br />
To see you cry<br />
I know it’s dark<br />
This part of life<br />
Oh it finds us all<br />
And we’re too small<br />
To stop the rain<br />
Oh but when it rains<br />
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I will stand by you<br />
I will help you through<br />
When you’ve done all you can do<br />
And you can’t cope<br />
I will dry your eyes<br />
I will fight your fight<br />
I will hold you tight<br />
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And I won't let you fall<br />
Don’t be afraid to fall<br />
I’m right here to catch you<br />
I wont let you down<br />
It wont get you down<br />
Your gonna make it<br />
Yea I know you can make it<br />
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Cause I will stand by you<br />
I will help you through<br />
When you’ve done all you can do<br />
And you can’t cope<br />
And I will dry your eyes<br />
I will fight your fight<br />
I will hold you tight<br />
And I won't let go<br />
Oh I’m gonna hold you<br />
And I won't let go<br />
Wont let you go<br />
No I won't<br />
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You'll always be my bestfriend, and because you are, i'll let you go.<br />
One day, we'll have our restaurant okay? =)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18439030380434216586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047343888962483339.post-77763803822152749142011-03-09T03:46:00.000-08:002011-03-09T03:46:51.705-08:00A Pot Belly Is MachoThe problem with life - i dont know if you've noticed this - is that just as you approach a goal, someone moves the goal posts. In school, i wanted to be mistaken for a loner, someone different from everybody else. This could be achieved, II learnt, by growing my hair Long and wearing a pair of torn jeans would give that look. Unfortunately, the same elf had whispered in the ears of a few thousand others and all of us loners who wanted to be different wore our hair long and our jeans torn.<br />
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We looked like a scene out of a badly edIted war movie. Then came a period when the received wisdom was that you had to have a beard to be macho. Look at Hemingway, they said, although it was difficult to looK at a man who had been dead for decades.<br />
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Anyway, i begAn the project in pursuit of the hirsute. After living through Many months of jokes and shakes of the head i had the beginning of the start of the commencement of a beard when a new campaign informed us with great authority that potential brides preferred clean shaven men. <br />
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And then it hit me. i was going about it the wrong way. Forget the six packs withouth which no man is consider complete ; after All stomach muscles are just stomach muscles. Forget the hair which may or may not co-operate with the incipient of a bald patch. Dont run towards the goalposts, make the goalposts come to you<br />
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And thats why in the recent weeks ive been working really reaLly hard on my new goal, get a pot belly. Similarly with this lifestyle sedentary non exercising, fatty food can be helpful. The beauty of this scheme is that its easy to get and you dont have to try so hard. After all who wants to be told by some musguided spin doctor that girls prefer clean shaven six packed filled men? Take the choice out of the equation and pass the butter =)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18439030380434216586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047343888962483339.post-24655135104628235702011-03-08T11:13:00.001-08:002011-03-08T11:13:50.060-08:00Talk about recession :P<a href="http://www.funny-potato.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/asphalt-repair.jpg"><img alt="Asphalt Repair" class="size-full wp-image-1734 aligncenter" height="624" src="http://www.funny-potato.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/asphalt-repair.jpg" title="asphalt-repair" width="496" /></a><br />
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Have we really gone that far as to not even repair roads now? i mean come on, DUCT TAPE?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18439030380434216586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047343888962483339.post-60587312336972363092011-02-28T09:19:00.001-08:002011-02-28T09:19:23.826-08:00Just some rules =) Enjoy your moment of zen!Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it! <br />
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Rule 2: The world doesn't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself. <br />
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Rule 3: You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both. <br />
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Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss. <br />
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Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called it opportunity. <br />
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Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them. <br />
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Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room. <br />
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Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest esemblance to ANYTHING in real life. <br />
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Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time. <br />
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Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs. <br />
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Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18439030380434216586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047343888962483339.post-26240587361426831172011-02-28T04:51:00.001-08:002011-02-28T04:51:09.452-08:00formspring.meAsk me anything <a href="http://formspring.me/Ronny94" target="_blank">http://formspring.me/Ronny94</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18439030380434216586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7047343888962483339.post-51615346772184574662011-01-23T06:08:00.000-08:002011-01-23T06:08:44.892-08:00I'm back =)Hiya folks! Yes i know, i havent really blogged in a while, i was doing exams and i have a break so might as well put something worthwhile right?<br />
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Its been days since the New year but im still in that partying mood. I mean, it was really hard to do the exams when half the time youre day dreaming about your next party. So after the exams i went to the beach with friends for a BBQ as well as a chill out moment. It was quite fun considering i met new people and became more close to others. <br />
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Although the BBQ didnt really go my way. I wanted to be the one cooking the food and seem like the macho man. That though didnt really happen because i was trying to get the match lit let alone the coals. Then i really wanted to be with that special person on the beach and talk. Then lie down and just stare at the stars, although the clouds were hiding them from me. None of what i wanted happened and thats why i feel like i messed up the whole day. For once i want things to go my way without there being consequences.<br />
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Anyways enough about me, oh wait, this is MY blog, it is supposed to be about me. I dont know, im not really in a mood to write today =/<br />
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Sorry fellow bloggers and readers, ill catch up on todays work next week Friday.<br />
Till then, CIAOOAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18439030380434216586noreply@blogger.com0