tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25347382916276617412024-02-07T20:48:27.461+08:00Of Hearts And Flowers ✿xxMelodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05881404872809996156noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534738291627661741.post-91520717503826512822020-07-28T15:40:00.002+08:002022-07-27T21:22:13.897+08:00it's unfortunate, just coordinatesI loved you so much that I put <span data-darkreader-inline-color="">m</span>y pride aside and let you walk away. I knew it was a possibility, but I still wasn't ready until the day I made it happened. I loved you so much that I would rather you be free and away from me than you being right by my side and feeling alone.<br />
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<i>You deserved more</i>.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And the thing is, I knew I could've been better. I knew if I
really wanted to prove my love for you, I would try to be better. But in my
head, there was a constant war, and my demons, well, my demons proved to be
stronger than my love for you. You knew no matter how hard you tried to make it
work, my own thoughts would only tear us apart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Now we're here. </i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Stuck in the limbo of being
neither really friends nor completely strangers, and I'm back to the person I
was before you; still battling with the monsters in my head but this time, with the memories of
you. I had to lose you in order for me to see what I could have gained had
I just believed in you; had I just believed that I was good
enough to love someone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">All I want to do is to right my
wrongs but now that it's all in the past, I can only write my wrongs in hopes
that maybe one day, I can finally move forward. You'll
always be a part of my life even though you're no longer actively in it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Your mental illnesses don’t make you less worthy, and it certainly doesn't define you. That is a
lesson I learnt too late. You are just as capable as anyone to love wholeheartedly. Don’t let your
demons take that away from you. <o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I know better now.</span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">I am better now.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Here's to you; cheers and thank you for my happiest year.</span></i><br />
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Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05881404872809996156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534738291627661741.post-19470454361941356232019-05-21T21:30:00.001+08:002022-07-27T21:27:28.395+08:00// Happiness //<div class="Jc6jBf" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; display: table; font-family: arial, sans-serif; word-break: break-word;">
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To him, happiness is when his fingers bounce on the monochromatic keys, gliding with fervor, eliciting melodies so pleasing to hear.</div>
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To them, happiness is when they delight taste buds with concoctions, topping it off with a sprinkle of intuition and a dash of passion.</div>
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To them, happiness is when they maneuver from pinches to slopers, gripping their way to the top, fueled by their determination and adrenaline. </div>
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To them, happiness is when they turn heads, using their flair and finesse, transforming empty canvases into something tremendously outstanding.</div>
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To me, though, happiness is simply when I am with <i>you</i>. </div>
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Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05881404872809996156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534738291627661741.post-14267177993852048442018-10-31T20:05:00.000+08:002020-09-07T23:44:57.976+08:00// Suicide //"The sun will still rise tomorrow if I kill myself."<br />
"Flowers will still bloom if I kill myself."<br />
"The radio will still play upbeat music if I kill myself."<br />
<a name='more'></a>Yes, these things will keep happening. But you know what else will happen? All the lovers you've had will hold close the pieces of you they have left and wonder if it was something they did that caused it.<br />
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Your younger siblings will wish that they had slept in your bed more often, because now that you're gone, they hardly remember the comfort that they had sleeping next to you.<br />
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Your older siblings will think about the times you were upset and they never asked what was wrong.<br />
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Your best friends will become shells of themselves, beating themselves up for not realizing you were not okay.<br />
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Your mother will not be able to walk through the door of your house without looking for your shoes on the mat, and wondering if you did this to yourself because she yelled at you for tracking dirt.<br />
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Your father will not drink his morning coffee on the couch, because he remembers how many times you sat there with him and ate your cereal.<br />
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Yes, the sun will rise, the flowers will bloom, and the radio will play happy songs. But without you, we do not want the sun to rise, because another day is too painful. We do not want to see flowers, because how dare the world show us something beautiful when you cannot appreciate it. We do not want to hear any music, because it reminds us we will never see you dance again.<br />
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Reach out.<br />
Even to someone you've never talked to.<br />
Please.Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05881404872809996156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534738291627661741.post-72944087898163562642018-07-15T18:52:00.000+08:002019-11-30T02:43:39.961+08:00// Ignorance //If you don't understand mental illness, good.<br />
Good for you. You shouldn't have to understand.<br />
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If you don't understand why some people can't get out of bed in the morning, good.<br />
I hope you jump out of bed every single day; ready to take the world by storm.<br />
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If you don't understand how someone could drag a blade across their skin, good.<br />
I hope you're never that desperate to feel something.<br />
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If you don't understand what would drive a person to keep starving despite everything they've lost in the process, good.<br />
I hope you stay healthy and present and real.<br />
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If you don't understand why one won't just go to church or rehab or find someone who can help him, good.<br />
I hope you always have somewhere to turn.<br />
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If you don't understand how someone can keep swallowing bottles of pills, tying knots in ropes or standing at the top of bridges, good.<br />
I hope you're never that hasty for relief.<br />
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If you don't understand, good.<br />
You're not supposed to.<br />
It's all sick.<br />
Thank God for ignorance.<br />
It's healthy.Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05881404872809996156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534738291627661741.post-86148504780522189082018-04-26T19:45:00.000+08:002019-11-30T02:43:50.662+08:00// Fears //"What are you afraid of?"<br />
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<a name='more'></a>"I'm scared of dawns."<br />
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"Why?"<br />
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"It feels like a noisy alarm to such a long day ahead."<br />
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"What else?"<br />
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"I'm scared of mornings."<br />
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"Why?"<br />
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"Mornings always feel like a betrayal to what I thought about at dawn."<br />
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"What else?"<br />
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"I'm scared of afternoons."<br />
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"Why?<br />
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"It's a time where everything is well forgotten and nothing matters except for what you carry out in the moment."<br />
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"Then are you afraid of nights too?"<br />
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"That's what I am most afraid of."<br />
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"Pray tell why."<br />
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"Because nights are a stop. It's the end of things and it always leaves you feeling lonely. And I hate being lonely."<br />
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Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05881404872809996156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534738291627661741.post-80994450986905245232018-01-25T14:42:00.003+08:002022-07-27T21:29:59.746+08:00// The Truth About Meeting Someone At The Wrong Time //Timing is something that none of us can seem to get quite right with relationships. We meet the person of our dreams the month before they leave to go study abroad. We form an incredibly close friendship with an attractive person who is already taken. One relationship ends because our partner isn't ready to get serious and another ends because they're getting serious too soon.<br />
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"<i>It would be perfect</i>," we groan to our friends, "<i>If only this were five years from now/eight years sooner/some indistinct time in the future where all our problems would take care of themselves.</i>" Timing seems to be the invariable third party in all of our relationships. And yet, we never stop to consider why we let timing play such a drastic role in our lives.<br />
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Timing is a bitch, yes. But it's only a bitch if we let it be. Here's a simple truth that I think we all need to face up to: the people we meet at the wrong time are actually just the wrong people.<br />
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You never meet the right people at the wrong time because the right people are timeless. The right people make you want to throw away the plans you originally had for one and follow them into the hazy, unknown future without a glance backwards. The right people don't make you hmm and haw about whether or not you want to be with them; you just know. You know that any adventure you had originally planned out for your future isn't going to be half as incredible as the adventures you could have by their side. That no matter what you thought you wanted before, this is better. Everything is better since they came along.<br />
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When you are with the right person, time falls away. You don't worry about fitting them into your complicated schedule, because they become a part of that schedule. They become the backbone of it. Your happiness becomes your priority and so long as they are contributing to it, you can work around the rest.<br />
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The right people don't stand in the way of the things you once wanted and make you choose them over them. The right people encourage you. To try harder, dream bigger, do better. They bring out the most incredible parts of yourself and make you want to fight them harder than ever before. The right people don't impose limits on your time or your dreams or your abilities. They want to tackle those mountains with you, and they don't care how much time it takes. With the right person, you have all of the time in the world.<br />
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The truth is, when we pass someone up because the timing is wrong, what we are really saying is that we don't care enough to spend our time on that person. There will never be a magical time when everything falls into place and fixes all our broken relationships. But there may someday be a person who makes the issue of timing irrelevant.<br />
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Because when someone is right for us, we make the time to let them into our lives. And that kind of timing is <i>always</i> right.<br />
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Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05881404872809996156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534738291627661741.post-65574361835636767362017-11-14T15:15:00.001+08:002022-07-27T21:31:25.604+08:00// The Correct Spelling Of Father //Last night,<br />
I had the most interesting dream.<br />
In it, I was 6 years old at a national spelling bee.<br />
Genius, complex words like 'serendipity', 'duodenum'<br />
'Floccinaucinihilipilification', all spelling them right<br />
Up to the last round.<br />
One word that'll give me victory.<br />
The spell master clears his throat.<br />
"Young man, your word is 'father'"<br />
The crowd began to chatter among themselves.<br />
All upset at the simplicity of this final word.<br />
I look at the master's eyes,<br />
His eyes saying "everything's going to be okay if you do it."<br />
And I realised I dazed off.<br />
"Young man, your word is 'father'."<br />
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I stood up straight,<br />
licked my lips,<br />
and began.<br />
"Father, M-O-T-H-E-R, Father"<br />
The spell master looks at me,<br />
looks at his flash card,<br />
And he says, "I'm sorry, but you're incorrect."<br />
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Wait, wait; see,<br />
I don't think he understands.<br />
See,<br />
my father is sitting right in the audience.<br />
"Excuse me?"<br />
"I'm sorry, son, you're incorrect"<br />
"Well, you, sir, can save your sorry apologies<br />
Because you must mean '<i>incorrect'</i> as in within the parameters of being right.<br />
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Let me explain something to you.<br />
Obviously,<br />
You ain't grown up where pops were rollin' stones down the hills of women's backsides<br />
And when he comes,<br />
all he left us was alone.<br />
Where menstrual men stroll on bikes and fathers balanced their menstrual.<br />
Two jobs, two kids, and life on a unicycle,<br />
and it looked something like this;<br />
Breastfeeding with one arm,<br />
phone on the shoulder,<br />
cooking with the other arm,<br />
and cleaning with one leg,<br />
and tying sneakers with their teeth.<br />
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Young father who make mistakes<br />
because they are not all perfect.<br />
But the one mistake they'd <b>never</b> make<br />
is abandoning their seed.<br />
You see, fathers are master gardeners.<br />
They tend to every leaf,<br />
removing the weeds,<br />
placing us in the window of<br />
<i>o p p o r t u n i t i e s</i><br />
so we can lean towards the sun.<br />
So we can never forget that the sky is the limit.<br />
Planting kisses on our cheeks,<br />
hugs on our backs,<br />
growing their love on us the best way they know how.<br />
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Like my father.<br />
My father lived a deadly nightmare so I can live my dreams,<br />
my father awarded me in blood, sweat and tears,<br />
in hopes that I'd be ripe for the harvest,<br />
and I hope that I'll be as great as a father as <b>SHE</b> was for me.<br />
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You did not ask me to spell <i>'deadbeat</i>', sir,<br />
but if you'd like '<i>deadbeat</i>',<br />
Here it is;<br />
F-A-T-H-E-R,<br />
D-A-D,<br />
D-A-D-D-Y,<br />
P-O-P,<br />
P-O-P-S if you'd like the slang.<br />
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You asked me to spell 'father',<br />
and where I am from,<br />
in my life,<br />
father <b>IS</b> and <b>HAS BEEN</b>,<br />
and<b> ALWAYS</b> will be spelled<br />
M-O-T-H-E-R.<br />
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So, open your encyclopedias,<br />
show me your flashcards,<br />
open your dictionaries,<br />
cause what Webster says means nothing around here.<br />
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My father is sitting right there, and I love <b>her</b>."<br />
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<i>18</i>; an age of becoming legal, an age when we supposedly have much more freedom, an age of transition.<br />
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<i>18</i>; an age when things are confusing as it is complicated, an age when we struggle the most, an age when everything feels like the end of the world.<br />
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At <i>eighteen</i>, we're neither too young nor old enough. Too old to fool around, too young to know much about the world. Too old to not have plans for our future, too young to have a complete say of what we want.<br />
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At <i>eighteen</i>, some are mothers, some are college students. Some are prisoners, some are workers. Some are dead, some are living the life.<br />
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At this phase in life, we're either always "<b>only</b> <i>eighteen</i>" or "<b>already</b> <i>eighteen</i>". Always too much, or never quite enough.<br />
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At an age where one is neither <i>here</i> nor <i>there</i>, there's only so much we can take before cracking under pressure.<br />
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Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05881404872809996156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534738291627661741.post-11738800836585234252017-07-03T21:49:00.000+08:002020-06-15T23:58:43.825+08:00// Ana's suicide note //<div style="text-align: justify;">
<i>"The truth is, everyone wants to believe they're in love but no one really is. So to all the girls out there who are stuck between two minds about some stupid crush, I have news for you. If you have to wonder, if you have to question what you feel, then deep down you actually don't give a shit. As for the rest of you who do get it, welcome to the club. If you know what it's like to want someone so much you would kill for them. If you know what it's like to feel someone so deep under your skin you would sacrifice everything to protect them - even if it screws up your own moral compass so you can't see right from wrong. If you're like me, then let me leave you with this: That's what love is. Don't let them tell you any different. Don't tell yourself otherwise."</i><br />
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Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05881404872809996156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534738291627661741.post-28931156127132856492017-02-14T16:23:00.001+08:002019-11-30T02:45:52.317+08:00// I Wish For You //<div style="text-align: center;">
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1) I wish for you all the laughs in the world,</div>
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because it's important to laugh.</div>
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Even when it's at yourself. </div>
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And sometimes, it really <b>is</b> the best medicine.</div>
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2) I wish you warm tea and good coffee,</div>
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because everyone needs a pick me up.</div>
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When life seems to have you in a whirlwind</div>
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of things to do, and people to see.</div>
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For the days that getting out of bed seems like</div>
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the hardest things to do in the world.</div>
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Yes, in times like these, I wish you </div>
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warm tea and good coffee.</div>
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3) I wish you good company,</div>
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because those you surround </div>
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yourself with</div>
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are a reflection of who you are.</div>
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You are so lovely,</div>
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make sure the rest of the world</div>
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knows it.</div>
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4) I wish you success,</div>
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because your talent is </div>
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<i>b r e a t h t a k i n g</i>.</div>
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5) I wish you good music,</div>
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because we both know the power</div>
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that exists is in its lyrics and melodies.</div>
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I hope it lightens you when you feel heavy,</div>
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and grounds you when you feel lost.</div>
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I wish to you, music that hits you</div>
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when you need it to.</div>
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6) I wish you great books.</div>
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Novels with a world you can escape to.</div>
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With characters you feel like you know,</div>
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places you feel you have been.</div>
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7) I wish you a good nights sleep</div>
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because it's easy to forget its importance.</div>
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Keep moving,</div>
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but always remember to rest.</div>
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8) I wish you to be healthy always.</div>
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In every sense of the world.</div>
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Body, mind and spirit.</div>
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9) I wish you a good cry, </div>
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Please don't ever hold it back.</div>
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For ignoring the storm will only </div>
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create a larger flood later.</div>
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10) Most of all,</div>
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<i>I wish you happiness</i>,</div>
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In all that you do,</div>
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In all that you are.</div>
Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05881404872809996156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534738291627661741.post-22729261084972172522017-01-26T13:54:00.001+08:002019-11-30T02:46:07.700+08:00// Piece Of Paper //Recently, the Ministry Of Education just released the AS/A' Level results, and in no time, it'd be the release of the O'Level results. And here are a few things I really want to say.<br />
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Firstly, to all the students who achieved their desired/required grades, a very huge congratulations to you! You've made it!<br />
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Yes, your results do matter. It's going to determine the further education you'll be getting, it's going to determine what courses you can get into, it's going to determine how your parents will feel, and it's going to determine your emotions upon hearing the word 'results'. However, it does not define who you are. <b>Your results do not define you as a person</b>, please please please keep that in mind. <b>Your results do not define your worth</b>, it <b>doesn't define your importance</b>, not even your intelligence. Technically, your exam results are only a reflection of what you've learned and memorized in school. You may or may never use them again in future aspects of your life. And ten years down the road, no one will care about it; it's really just a piece of paper. But don't give up here. When you've hit rock bottom, the only way you can go is up. So strive harder and push yourself, you can opt to retry and do better. Don't ever give up on yourself. I know it feels like the end of the world, but really, it's isn't.<br />
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So go and shout and let it all out, vent out your feelings in the healthiest way possible. Then get back up on your feet and get a hold of yourself. Success is subjective, and there is more than one way road to a bright future and steady career.<br />
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To all the students out there who have friends feeling unsatisfied about their A's or B's, for the love of God, please understand them. Everyone has their own expectations, perhaps they're disappointed in themselves for not reaching their goal target. Universities have their own set of requirements as well, maybe it wasn't enough. Don't mistake their disappointment for bragging. Instead, congratulate them for what you think is great, and cheer them on in making their decision consequent to their results.<br />
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At the end of the day, we're all prisoners of the education system, on the same journey to making it in life. All we want to do is make our parents proud and become someone great. Be nice to each other, be encouraging and spread positivity instead of judging and berating one another. Don't let that piece of paper define you and don't let it define someone else.<br />
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Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05881404872809996156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534738291627661741.post-36987711394483492512017-01-04T15:29:00.000+08:002020-06-29T17:19:37.638+08:00// Things I Learned While Working For A Month //So, in my most recent school break, I took on a 10am-10pm job at a department store. It was tough but I made it through. It was tiring but I held on. I've met amazing people along the way and I am thankful that I had courage to apply for this short experience.<br />
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Here are the things I learned and realized while working a 10-10:<br />
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1) Make some small sacrifices and go out of your comfort zone; the things you learn and the experience you gain will be worth it.<br />
2) Just because people around you have smiles on their faces, it does not mean that they're on your side; it's a cruel world out there.<br />
3) Rules can be one of the most ridiculous thing ever, but as much as you hate it, you still have to abide by it nonetheless.<br />
4) Don't be narcissistic just because you're blessed with good looks, it's only skin deep; you could be a trolley collector with a handsome face working at a department store. <i><span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: xx-small;">(Not that there is anything wrong with being a trolley collector)</span></i><br />
5) Time doesn't define how much you know a person nor does it define your friendship. A person you've met for merely three weeks may understand and know you better than someone you've known for 11 years.<br />
6) Always keep coins/small changes with you; it will really come in handy. After all, it's the small things that matter.<br />
7) Be nice to everyone around you and don't be stingy with your smile, whether older or younger, of higher or of lower status; you could change someone's life for all you know.<br />
8) Men will always be men, so y'all ladies out there have to take care of yourselves. Many will shamelessly go beyond the boundaries. Respect yourself enough to walk away.<br />
9) People will radiate off bad vibes towards you and sometimes there's nothing you can do about it, except to not let it affect you.<br />
10) Keep your phones/gadgets away for a day and take in your environment; there's so much to see and learn if you're willing.<br />
11) Living life with a fixed routine is extremely difficult. Cleaners, cashiers, security guards and sales assistant; most of them do not have a choice. So instead of looking them down or showing an attitude with your 'superiority', more than anything, respect them and treat them equally. <b>Unsung heroes deserve more gratitude</b>.<br />
12) People will always take advantage of you or a certain situation like its their natural instinct. Learn to protect yourself.<br />
13) Whenever you feel like giving up, think of how long you've held on and see how far you've come. Think of the end goal and keep persevering, you're really all you've got sometimes.<br />
14) Don't pray for better days, instead, work for a better you.<br />
15) Having courage and taking chances is probably one of the greatest things you can do for yourself. Go talk to that person you've been stealing glances at, confess to the person you've been head over heels for. It might turn out better than expected, you never really know until you do it. And no matter how disastrous it turns out, at least you tried and you'll move forward with no regrets.<br />
16) Chivalry <b>ISN'T</b> dead. Gentlemen still exist and the clich<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">é</span> that '<i>all guys are the same</i>' mentality is not true.<br />
17) Surround yourself with the right people. Laughter from the right company is a good medicine and a form of motivation to pull through draggy days.<br />
18) Time will <i>always</i> keep ticking so learn to appreciate all moments no matter how slow time seems, it will pass and you can never turn it back.<br />
19) Meet new people; they could turn out to be one of the best things that has ever happened.<br />
20) Always remember to say your '<i>Thank You</i>'s and say what you want to say because we all take for granted that we'll always have another chance of doing so. But really, we don't know when time will end.<br />
21) Life is really short and uncertain. When you're still young, sacrifice some sleep/time and spend it with good and correct company because that will definitely bring you lovely memories that you'll one day reminisce about.<br />
22) Also, as mentioned, life is uncertain, while we're all busy growing up and saying that we'll repay our parents one day, they are growing old too. They mightn't wait for the day we finally make it big. We should try to make time and show them our gratitude and appreciation while we still can. Don't wait until it's too late and you start regretting.<br />
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Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05881404872809996156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534738291627661741.post-50025568035834969862016-06-22T18:19:00.000+08:002020-06-29T17:19:53.661+08:00// You're A Closed Book //"For someone who's outgoing and well-known, you sure are a mystery." Anyone who's a closed book would've heard that a couple hundred times by now.<br />
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Someone may have randomly stumbled upon you, who changed their definition of perfection, but there's that one problem; you are guarded, you do not talk.<br />
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Perhaps you've given little pieces of yourself to someone until you entire heart is in the hands of another who has the power to hurt you. And maybe you did get hurt. You got manipulated. Got taken for granted. Got used to one's advantage. And since then, you never gamble with your heart anymore. Your books have been partially read, kicked around and mistreated then discarded. So, you adapt to being a closed book.<br />
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Someone might come along and sincerely and whole-heartedly want to read you because they see you worthy of investing time in, worthy of loving. But that's not you anymore. You don't do that thing where you open up, let someone in, instead, you push people away, you build walls higher than ever, heart so guarded.<br />
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<a name='more'></a>It's not fair to them that some asshole screwed you over before. It's not fair that you gave your heart to the wrong person before someone else can come along to treat you right and disprove the notion that "it always ends the same".<br />
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Do not let your past relationships or personal fears keep you from opening up and giving someone a chance. Sweetheart, love is always going to hurt, one way or another. But that's a part of life. You can't cocoon yourself up in order not to get hurt. Fall in love, and fall in love again! Get hurt, and get hurt again. Don't let someone who has ripped your pages off close your book forever.<br />
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Not everyone is the same, not everyone will hurt you. How can you be proven wrong if you don't give someone the chance to prove themselves right? It's okay to expose a couple of pages, it's okay to let someone know how you feel. You don't have to bottle everything up.<br />
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Think of that girl who always stuck around and tried to read you despite the fact that you've locked yourself up, who try to show you what you're worth. Think of that guy who would go the extra mile to make sure you're okay and to try to cheer you up even though you don't show appreciation.<br />
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If you don't allow someone a couple of pages, sometimes their only option is to put down the book. Or they could feel so hurt that they become closed themselves. Life is all about the adventures; taking risks and putting a bit of yourself on the line.<br />
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Let that girl who's been melting herself to be the right key fit into your lock, let that guy who still checks up on you although you're always so cold in. It might be a mess, but it could be a beautiful one. Neither of you will know how the story could've been if you don't seize the opportunity. You never know, someone might show you so much love and care that you become whole again.<br />
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Only you have the power to let that happen.<br />
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So, be more than a cover.<br />
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I promise you, it'll be okay.<br />
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Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05881404872809996156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534738291627661741.post-7710438195430994062016-04-08T23:56:00.000+08:002019-11-30T02:46:53.889+08:00// 16 Things I learned Being 16 //<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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1) Things will probably not go the way you want it to be and you'll be met with trials and hardships but more doors will open up.<br />
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2) Make effort to keep in touch with the friends that will pick up your phone call at 3AM, you won't regret it.<br />
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3) People will come and go whether you like it or not. Some are cigarette breaks, some are forest fires.<br />
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4) If your bestfriends doesn't like the guy you're associating with, chances are he's bad news.<br />
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5) There's absolutely no point in wishing you could turn back time and change the past. It's over, stop wasting time.<br />
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6) You're still in a self-discovering period and that's alright, you don't have to have everything figured out yet. Found out you're afraid of heights? That's alright, at least you know your fears! Unsure of your future career? Don't worry, dream big for now!</div>
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7) You might come across something you can never forget and that will haunt and torment you, especially during the odd hours at night, leeching you of sleep and causing you to shake. But that's okay, confide in someone or seek help. Though once you let the darkness in, it never really goes away. But you'll be okay.<br />
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8) You are at fault sometimes and it takes a whole lot of courage to break out of your shell and apologize. But when you do, you'll be proud of yourself.<br />
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9) Sometimes you'll look at someone like he put the <i>stars</i> in your night sky, and sometimes someone will look at you that way. Wait for it. And sometimes, both of you might be lucky enough to cross path.<br />
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10) People will always have something to say about you. But <b>never</b> let it get to you. Remember, you don't live to please anyone.<br />
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11) Don't be quick to judge or quick to speak, especially when you're agitated or upset, because you can never take words back and sometimes it can kill.<br />
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12) Work hard and put effort in high school. Be enthusiastic and active. You'll meet the best people and you'll be super thankful when you're applying for college.<br />
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13) You are growing up, but never forget that your mother is growing old as well. Always show love and appreciation for your mum. Her love is unconditional and pure. All the choices and sacrifices she has made ever since you came into this world are all so you can have a good life. She take no off-days whether sick or tired, 24/7 superwoman, that's your mum. Show some love and appreciation.<br />
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14) Your mental health is just as <u>important</u> as your physical health. <strike>Sometimes you will be crying your eyes out at 2AM with razors to your wrists cursing the whole world wondering why your life is a nightmare, we've all been there before at some point in life. Some worse than the others. Remember that you're never alone. Seek help and pick up the mess you made, including yourself, and get back up.</strike> You are going to be sad and you are going to want to hurt yourself, don't you dare do it. Write angry letters that you'll never send. Watch your favourite tv series. Take a shower and brush out the knots in your hair. Look in the mirror and tell yourself, "I am worth it". <b>You are worth it</b>. Say it till you can breathe again.<br />
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15) Just because you do not look like that lady you saw who has thigh gaps, curves at all the right places, acne/pimple-free skin and no visible scars and all things you deem make someone beautiful, does not mean that you are not. You are beautiful. You are beautiful. <b>YOU</b> are <b>BEAUTIFUL</b>.<br />
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16) You are the only person you need to be good enough for.<br />
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Take a <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">breath</span></i>.<br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Enjoy</span></i> life as it is.<br />
There's no need to rush.<br />
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Be with her because you actually want to be with her, because you actually see a potential future with her, not because you are used to being with her, not because you're scared of the thought that being without them will ruin you. Not because she's good for your ego, and definitely not because she willingly gives you her unconditional love. The point of being in a relationship is to enjoy each other's company, is to be there to support each other when they need it most. And to believe in each other in becoming better people. No one person defines who you are. They can only compliment you.<br />
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Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05881404872809996156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534738291627661741.post-81530799513654490032016-01-07T17:20:00.000+08:002019-11-30T02:47:04.881+08:00// All Or Nothing //<div style="text-align: left;">
If you love me</div>
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for what you <b>see</b>,</div>
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only your <i>eyes</i> would be</div>
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in love with me.</div>
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If you love me</div>
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for what you've <b>heard</b>,</div>
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then you would love me</div>
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for my <i>words</i>.</div>
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If you love</div>
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my <b>heart</b> and <b>mind</b>,</div>
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then you would love me,</div>
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for <i>all that I am</i>.</div>
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my every <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">flaw</span>,</div>
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then you mustn't love me - </div>
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<b>not at all</b>.</div>
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Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05881404872809996156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534738291627661741.post-8500042124956483912015-12-18T17:04:00.000+08:002019-11-30T02:47:12.930+08:00// True Love //<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "times"; font-size: 16px;">"Growing up, I always thought true</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "times"; font-size: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "times"; font-size: 16px;"><b>love</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "times"; font-size: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "times"; font-size: 16px;">was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, little block box that held expensive things, and always knowing what to say. I thought true love was a kiss in the rain, deep explanations, and the perfect story. But now that I'm older, I've realized it's not like that at all.</span></div>
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True <b>love</b> is watching The Titanic though you swore you never would. It's getting mad over stupid things. It's "You're an idiot," and "You're such a little shit." and knowing you're so lucky to hear those every day. It's spilling your feelings at 4AM when you should be asleep. It's that song you hear on the radio that always makes you smile. It's the worst story you could imagine, but thank God it worked out anyways. True <b>love</b> is never losing the magic. True <b>love</b> is not leaving when things get hard.</div>
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In the end, I still like my definition better anyway."</div>
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<br />Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05881404872809996156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534738291627661741.post-12658642824996764252015-11-05T15:03:00.000+08:002019-11-30T03:02:44.963+08:00// Society //<div style="text-align: left;">
I often think that people marionette with feelings, but puppets on strings nonetheless. You start life as a little baby, onto toddlers, then you're made to go to school because 'it's what gets you a good job, secure income, and of course, your future.'</div>
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We grow up, get placed into a school which fills us with a large amount of useless information that we may as well never use again in real. In what aspect of life do we apply the Pythagoras' Theorem if your choice of career is a baker or a writer? In what aspect of life do we apply the geographical information we so tirelessly memorized for our exams in if you're not a geologist?</div>
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And what will our exam papers prove? That somehow, those with higher grades are considered 'smart', and those who scored a measly 'C' are considered average? But these are standardized tests given to <b>individuals</b> who each shine in different areas.</div>
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How is this fair, exactly? </div>
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<a name='more'></a>I consider you <b>smart</b> if you are able to <i>turn time</i>, <i>paint</i> and <i>canvas</i> into <b>something visually breathtaking</b>. I consider you <b>smart</b> if you are able to <i>turn flour</i>, <i>eggs</i> and <i>butter</i> into <b>something that delights taste buds</b>. I consider you <b>smart</b> if you are able to<i> </i><b>churn out melodious music</b><i> by simply synchronizing your voice </i>and<i> instruments</i>. I consider you <b>smart</b> if you are able to <i>take 26 letters of the alphabet</i> and <b>turn it into something so pleasing to read</b> -- I really do. </div>
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This is the <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">journal of the girl</span></i> who <b>thought</b> she had the world all figured out. This is the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><i>journal of the girl </i></span>who, under circumstances, matured more than she ought to. And no, it isn't because she had a tragic past with dead parents, or had a particularly traumatic experience (unless you consider being born into this life), nor is she suffering from a terrible health disease or poverty. </div>
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This is simply the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><i>journal of a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">little</span> girl</i></span> in a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">big</span> world who <b>pleaded</b> for ears to listen to the silent screams. This is for <b>all</b> the other kids out there who are <i>unheard</i> in their own world. This is for the <i>broken</i> ones who bravely drew a smile on their mask as I did. This is for those who are<i> holding</i> onto fragile strings; for those <i>slipping down</i> slowly before they fall into the dark abyss.</div>
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This is for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><i>myself</i></span>; my <b>sanity</b> - before I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: medium;">break apart</span>.<br />
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Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05881404872809996156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534738291627661741.post-84758325009464342092015-10-21T13:53:00.000+08:002019-11-30T02:48:07.666+08:00// 10 Old Fashioned Dating Tips We Should Relive //1) Coming to the door to pick someone up.<br />
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3) Bringing flowers or other token of affections for dates.<br />
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4) Going dancing that's not grinding on a grimy club floor.<br />
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5) Straightforwardly asking someone out and not calling it "hanging out".<br />
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6) Additionally being clear when you're about to go steady.<br />
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7) Romantic gestures.<br />
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8) Turning electronics off and just being with one another.<br />
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9) The general concept of asking permission of things.<br />
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<b>10) Not assuming sex is to be had at any point in any point in time..</b><br />
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Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05881404872809996156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534738291627661741.post-50659238605503328662015-10-04T15:22:00.000+08:002015-10-04T15:22:40.099+08:00<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;">Do not fall in love with people like me.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;">I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><i>.</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><i>I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people</i>."</span></span></blockquote>
Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05881404872809996156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534738291627661741.post-66109037724638251062015-09-22T16:47:00.000+08:002019-11-30T03:03:02.671+08:00// Messages To All Parents //- Not taking your child's injuries seriously when they are younger may make them feel like they can't tell you anything when they're older.<br />
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- PLEASE let your kids take personal days once in awhile when they've reached high school.<br />
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- Grades are NOT everything. You can get plenty of jobs without have to go to college. (<i>Education is important though</i>.)<br />
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- Really strict parenting lead to sneaky kids. Trust me and <i>learn to trust your kids</i>.<br />
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- <b>Never</b> say "You're too young to know."<br />
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- 1/4 of teenagers deal with mental illness of some sort in the U.S. <b>Please</b> make sure they're fine.<br />
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- You can't make them choose an educational field.<br />
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- Even an A+ student who is a star athlete can be suicidal; MENTAL HEALTH COMES FIRST.<br />
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- <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Self-harm is more common than you think amongst teenagers</span>. It's not always cutting or on their wrist. Be aware and always show them their worth.<br />
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- Tattoos and piercings aren't "unprofessional", it won't affect their performance in any way at all.<br />
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- If they have depression, <b>please</b> take them seriously and <b>do not</b> call them lazy. It's one of the worst things you can say to them.<br />
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- If their grades are dropping for no apparent reason, ask them about it. <b>Do not</b> assume things.<br />
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- Most teenagers <b>do not</b> have high self-esteem. <b>Do not</b> make it worse.<br />
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- School is much harder than it ever has been before. <i>Times have changed</i> and so has the education system.<br />
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- <b>Not</b> everyone on the internet is a predator. (Take caution but to an extent.)<br />
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- Internet friends is normal nowadays.<br />
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- <b>Always</b> try to take them seriously.<br />
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- <b>Don't</b> take their phones/computers away from them as that is severing a link to, what could be the only, people that <i>understand</i> and <i>care</i> about them.<br />
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- <b>Never</b> compare them to their siblings/relatives or anyone in general.<br />
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Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05881404872809996156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534738291627661741.post-79180291450411895412015-09-09T23:43:00.001+08:002020-06-29T17:17:23.137+08:00<div style="text-align: justify;">
I just want to take a moment to give a shoutout to those out there, to my kind of people going through the same thing, who feel alone even when they're in a crowd. To everyone who cries themselves to sleep at night. For all my guys and girls out there who feel ashamed of their bodies because of what society has taught them. For all the people out there, who to this day, struggle with mental illness. For anyone who feels that they are not as important as someone else. You are not alone. Believe me, you are understood. Also, you are a gem. Nobody out there can or ever will be like you, so be yourself. <i>Learn to love yourself</i>. You are worth every second, every penny, and every breath. I promise you, life gets better. You just have to live long enough to see it.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">8. You will wait and wait and wait for your first kiss and your first date and your first relationship. The anticipation will kill you. You will keep trying to find the right person in everyone you meet. Relax. There’s no rush. The best things happen unplanned.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">9. <b>Enjoy</b> being young. Love that everything is spontaneous. As you get older, things become more and more scheduled out. Embrace the fact that you aren’t there yet.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">10. Tell people how you feel. It will be <i>terrifying</i> in some cases and gratifying in others. It will create relationships and ruin them. But speak your mind, even if your voice shakes, because your thoughts may never otherwise be heard.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">11. <b>Sleep</b>. If you go to bed late, sleep in. If you’re still tired when you wake up, go back to bed. If you can’t stay awake during the day, take a nap. Sleeping is a <b>foolproof</b> way of getting rid of your <strike>problems</strike> for a little while. Utilize it.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">12. Talk to people. Talk to your sister about the guy she likes. Talk to your mom about her childhood. Talk to your dad about his favorite books. Talk to your grandparents about their families. Talk to your friends, talk to your pets, talk to the cute waiter at the restaurant. Learn things from them. Be inspired.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">13. Always bring a sweater. Even if you think it won’t be cold.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">14. Try new things. Eat a new food, try a new kind of juice, switch up the way you dress. You never know what you might end up loving. Life can get boring. Mix it up a bit.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">15. <b>Take care </b>of yourself. Wash your hair with that good smelling soap you love. Eat fruits and vegetables. Drink lots of water. Go for long walks in pretty parks.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">16. School is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">important</span>. Try your <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">hardest</span>. If you don’t get something, ask for help. Do your homework. Show your teachers that you’re willing to work hard, and when it's time to apply for colleges, you’ll be glad you did.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">17. There will always be someone prettier, smarter, funnier, or more popular than you. The beauty of it is that it isn’t a competition.</span></div>
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Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05881404872809996156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534738291627661741.post-86454854519432550862015-07-22T16:20:00.000+08:002019-11-30T02:52:07.732+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">
Here's to the people who talk others out of <i>suicide</i>,</div>
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but <b>can't</b> do it themselves. </div>
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Here's to the people who frequently tell others that they're <i>amazing</i> and <i>wonderful</i>, </div>
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just because they <b>don't</b> want others to feel the way they do.</div>
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Here's to the people who always lend <i>listening ears</i>,</div>
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but <b>never</b> truly found someone to confide in. </div>
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Here's to the people who are <i>strong</i> for others,</div>
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but are <b>constantly</b> facing an internal battle. </div>
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Here's to <i>my kind</i> of people,</div>
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for we think that <b>no one</b> should ever feel the way we do.<br />
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Here's to the people who don't get told enough of this; </div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">You're</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">lovely</span>, </div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">you're</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">amazing</span>, </div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and you are so</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">worth it</span>. </div>
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<strike><i><span style="color: #999999; font-size: xx-small;">xxMldyC</span></i></strike></div>
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