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从小就相信血缘关系从前发生事情时虽然不在场都会有一种不安的感觉这也许是所谓的血缘关系。可是不知从何时开始怀疑这血缘关系今天看到一个画面让我不安中年儿子在推着轮椅上的年老爸爸。开始想现在的我与家庭成员的距离万一现在血缘关系已不再运作正常万一不再有那不安的感觉万一爸爸走了我也不知道我开始不安。 突然发现自己不能也不会陪着父母过他们的生老病死这是我无法解除的不安。自己不孝 可是无法开始不“不孝”。

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It's been really long since I came to this page. And then I stopped here. Been busy, But now that I stopped and think...I felt like i'm emptiedOr never filled. But really, Life's good. At least no disasters.

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Doing forum theatre always makes me think. I reflected on my life And where's my praxis? Talked to two of my friends on the way about love and loving. We concluded, All or nothing. & Then I realized I'm not the only one. Just that my definition is more extreme. "Insecurity" does not always belong to me only. & Then I saw the difference in situationsand the similarities & Then I got tired, Of

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Tonight while walking, I saw three guys in front of me. The two guys at the side were sheltering the middle one from the rain, with their hands.We reached the bus stop. The benches were wet. The same two guys sat on the bench, after a while, they stood up and direct their friend to sit on the bench. Then they sat beside him,with arms around his shoulders. Their friend looked dazed and solemn. I

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Dancing with bubbles,Before it pops.

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当你知道世界不只是你和我。。。Somtimes it's better to just see the world through your frameThen you can block out the distractions and pain To live happily, in your world If only, I knew how to.

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我有耳朵你有嘴巴告诉我

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When I'm down, I wonder what happens behind the other two doors. Is the situation the same? But all of us have already lost the capacity to acknowledge each other's broken heart It became perhaps a rule, That when someone closes the door No one goes to knock it When needed, we call out And if there's no response, we picked up the phone and text. Maybe that's how we work Under a roof, With three

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When I switched on the radio,which I have not done so for quite some time. Songs caught my head. Why are there so many songs with lyrics that relate to stories of people? Is is that now we became so uniform,Such that we have similar stories? And then I thought what for? Enjoy the songs,Enjoy the memory,Enjoy the life, Be it good or bad. So here it is, Hope the world enjoys it too--- "The only

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From young, I learn that being a baby means to be protected From harm, germs, hurt, pain and misery. From young, I learn that being an adult means to be protected From happiness, love, peace and hope. If you go now, I’ll understandIf you stay, hey, I got a planYou wanna make a memoryYou wanna steal a piece of timeYou could sing a melody to meAnd I could write a couple linesYou wanna make a

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There you have a place for yourself A private one. As you weep, You hear different people walking in and out, Listening to them answering to nature's call, Shouting out for their children and friends. There you have a place for yourselfA lonely one. There you have a place for yourself Where you know no one will be looking Naturally, no one to be there for you. Sounds sad but we have to mind our

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虽然经常梦见你还是毫无头绪外面正在下着雨今天是星期几but i don`t know 你去那里虽然不曾怀疑你还是忐忑不定谁是你的那个唯一原谅我怀疑自己我明白我要的爱会把我宠坏像一个小孩只懂在你怀里坏你要的爱不只是依赖要像个大男孩风吹又日晒生活自由自在

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淡淡

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“Pooh,” he whispered.“Yes, Piglet?”“Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s paw, “I just wanted to be sure of you.”

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Sleep well Rest well Be well Because our lives may be a rollercoaster ride, With eyes opened With mouths alive With judgements raised With disapprovals passed. Count your wishes and they will come true. At least that's what Alice did.

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有点想放声地哭可是总是有种不敢哭的感觉。 有点辛苦。只是有点。因为知道不哭是好事。 可是只是想跟着感觉走。。。

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Rested for a while & its time to run again. You know, sometimes I don't know what I'm living for Except to find the path to love & peace. But somehow, There's no peace when it comes to human mind. 最近有种很强的预感自己会死于癌症。 知道 touch wood touch wood 可是我就是这么想。

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Now it's your turn. Get well soon! (: And to all, Take care of your health. 自己没有很健康所以知道健康很重要。

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Why babies can be fat and cute, but when you grow up, you cant't be fat anymore?

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有时会想， 是不是自己懒惰？ 可是，比一比，他们的母亲都在家。虽然，不是借口，也有例外，但是，做工的母亲是9 to 5 的。 所以，这几天累死也要打扫洗衣，证明是因为之前懒惰。 可是，就是做不好。 结果，承认自己喜欢对比人比人会气死人也知道人的第一印象是表面，从不看背后的故事。如果，大家相信平等会让人开心那可能是因为人就不会看出自己缺了什么。

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当人高兴就和你说话当人脾气坏就对你不友善当你已经理不清你对人的重要性后, 自己也是这样所以自己知道人会累所以我走了所以你走了Discovered N, a friend/colleague who is so similar to me. She enjoyed company Yet only certain company. She love being with herselfYet only some knew about this. The only difference, She knows when she wants what. Now I know, & I'm making choices Goodbye

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我还能怎样？Sometimes, there shouldn't be only one path right? At least that's what is socially correct.

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It just happens that you are there And so you are includedNothing more, nothing less Just being included. So when things go wrong, The less believable, The more dispensable one gets booted out. It's like You entering the competition, just because you were beside your friend. When you enter the room with your friend When you know you don't fit the judges criteria. Then you know, When it is time to

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It can be cut, damaged and repaired, and ultimatelydisintegrate

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Black & Dark.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guantanamo_Bay_detention_camp http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blackwater_Worldwide We fought endlessly, just to gain something that was not worth as much as we've lost.

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I am not the blowing wind, I am the lightning.

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Lost & Found How about losing it forever?

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Boy: "Mummy, why can't you buy anything for me?" Mum: "...." Some questions will not have any answers, do not need any answers. 学会有些事情应该自己来。

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要死了，夸张。 Perhaps some good sleep can help. I'm waiting for that day to come.

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Sometimes, You just do the wrong things at the wrong time. It cracked, even though I know it should't have.

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开 心就好。

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Christmas has passed. My past, Not very much of giving, sharing and loving, Is it?

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我要开始，冷静地生活。

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小女孩开心的炫耀她的新鞋。顽皮的大人把其中一只藏了起来。小女孩发现了。小女孩四处看了看，发出一些声音。大人一直问她鞋子在哪里。小女孩开心的把剩下的一只鞋放回盒子里，准备回家。Sometimes, We do not have to own everything.

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家，是我永远做不了的梦。

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After so long, I finally have the urge to share somethingHappy. The last day of the year is the happiest day in this whole year. Or at least it makes me feel contented. The 2009 year had been wonderful yet painful But I stood up strong and welcomed the new year with a beautiful day. On the morning of 31 December 2009, I met ARTivate for our funny & tiring Sports Day! Played Captain's Ball & Pepsi

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It's time To notice that words said cannot be pulled back. Once said, damage is done. Contradictions.Things are said& turned out they didnt mean to say it. & I'm expected to open up just because of time. But, to me Moving on is not about being gracious & Forget about it for the sake of everyone It's about recognizing the element of decision and Respect. Wow, Am I that easy to push around?

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It's amazing, How your heart can beat so rapidly for someone. But it's sad, That your heart can also beat so rapidly for some other stuff, But no one is convinced. Faith, Simple Yet un-achieveable. Just when you think your day is doing great,

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窗。窗外的人，只能看，不能参与屋里的事 。屋里的人，也许不会知道窗外有人。 想拿掉那窗，不难， 只是大家都习惯了。习惯在窗外习惯在屋内如果，墙壁突然没有了窗。。。It's just like going back to square oneEveryone going through the whole process of finding an equilibrium,Once again. To be honest, I like things this way. It may not be the best,But it's the way I've lived for the past few growing up years of my life. Steel your heart, & Be patient. This I shall tell myself.

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Perhaps, One side can never know the other side. Life,We have to live with these misunderstandings, That we are always on the losing side. That the other side is always the wrong side. That my side deserves better treatment. Most understands this, But still drops into this trap. Human, Are really always solving their own problems, While thinking that we are considering about other factors too.

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It's funny, We want to know anything & everything about the people around us, But yet we want to leave a private space for ourselves. Sometimes, We tend to use our personal interests to interfere in other people's personal choice, Because they are too personal to us.Tangled up in this theory of mine: Mutually, exclusive.

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Know the line and take control. 我的眼睛，不会是别人的。心，脑，也是一样。Why be bothered about people believing you,or not?

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Changed my hair colour, Back to basics. It felt nice.

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one day, i know,i'm going to wake upnot knowing who i am.

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Remembering watching The sister's keeper, the film was nice but there is a sudden anger towards the mother. Guess its cos of the POV of the director. Thinking of it. I guess nothing can be certain. The way you see something can be different from the way others see it. Who I think I am, Is not what others think of me. They will never know my struggles I will never know theirs. Eventually, we are

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我走在这个城市熟悉又陌生的脸有谁能给我安慰我问守护的天使也许她能够体会这无助让我好累走到无路可退我还能相信谁我没有任何防备没方向到处的追没翅膀却好像飞我努力顺风跟随哦黑或白找不到个绝对全都是灰用多少天用多少年的跌跌撞撞 才找到终点用多少伤痛的心 爱才不离开身边用多少谎言去掩饰 彼此的不完美要用多少个世纪让我看透一切- 陈奕迅 《多少》 _____________________思念，想念现在才知道那会让人多无助。 可是不管想多少，人走了不会回来。至少我知道一个人会回来。谢谢。

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加油加油加油

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爆炸。 就快了吧。回来 Went out of Singapore for a day.Spent the day relaxing and heard many stories about how our body is aging like siao and how urban life is destroying us. So now on I will try my best, to take care of my health and those around me. So that we wont have to eat pills and multi-vitamins, like Jo & Nicole. Haha.

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想：日常生活会变成习惯吗？平常收到的简讯会变成习惯吗？习惯是朋友之间应该有的吗？ 去冲凉，把习惯了的思绪通通洗掉。。。不应该我相信你和我们只是，无法控制。对不起

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"Any idiot can face a crisis. It is this day-to-day living that wears you out." Told you, I love Anton Chekhov.Haha.

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Now I truly know,why during PMS forum theatre lessonsthe atmosphere was so tensewhen we talked about 离别.After seeing lossesAfter experiencing losses It may just be your turn next to realize that the world around you is gone. When you can't feel any life perhaps it's your turnto lose the world.To greet the morning sun with this fear,how I admire these warriors. Now I know why I love them.

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从不喜欢去夜店喝酒喝多了恶心丑陋当时的逃避换来的只是隔天的痛苦幸运的话还附送孩子的排斥。也许你永远不会知道我有多讨厌睡觉时，不知你会不会回家。半夜起来，整个屋子充满恶心的味道。早上上学，发现车子停在错的家门前 。这些，别人都看不见。我也不说。人，只会觉得你的女儿不孝。真好。

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The car was stationery outside the house The girl went inside The lights were not switched on She thought the woman was home She went upstairs to the woman's room. The girl found no one. She walked around the house Just looking for the woman. The girl knew The woman was in the house. But there was no one The girl went downstairs and sat in the darkness She heard the door slam upstairs The man

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生日快乐。

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静。

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All I want for Christmas is.... A translator for the heart What you think,may not be how you feel. ...you. Second life. Seconds.

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白天把头脑砍断黑夜把它从被子里取出回到我的心。

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有时觉得快乐好像拥有了一切有时觉得空虚好像拥有的是别人的自己好像剥夺了人的快乐自己的不安不应该是别人的无奈我不知道自己能做什么说什么因为我不会。

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梦醒来好复杂发现是时候开始学习跑步到时才有力气跑得远远的。

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How are you now?Are you still the sameOr did you change somehow?What do you do?At this very momentNo matter how I fight it, can't deny itJust can't let you goI still need youI still care about youThough everything's been said and doneI wish I could find you_____ This song found me again. "Do you still want to see him?" I said yes, But i don't know how.

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“你都习惯这么笑吗？累死你！”姓郭的，你好啊！ When you're on the run, such comments should not be heard. 想睡觉~

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”当我老了，我再也不是原来的我“ Talked to QL during spring cleaning He said I grew olderSo I told him my possible plan And talked about my reaction to townhall mtg"这是年轻，不是老。“

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Just a little bit, Hopefully, Maybe, Tomorrow will be a good day.

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现在知道自己为什么对吸烟者有一种莫名的好奇烟中模糊的眼神里感觉到神秘和沧桑。 吸烟者在吸烟时是最真挚的在烟中能释放心中的“污气”不用担心会太赤裸有烟一层厚厚的保护让人走得远远的好让自己有那么一次的坦然自己的空间。 吸烟者往往偏爱某种牌子的烟手上的烟抽着抽着 发现有几根不是那么好抽如今那包烟只剩一根还有一些阻止烟瘾的几颗糖果心里暗想好希望自己的烟瘾不会再犯才能保住 那最后一根烟和那几颗糖果Don’t worry, I’m not picking up smoking! 已经有颗黑心不用再有一双黑肺哈哈。 took a one hour walk home (half of it spent finding my way) but in any case, thank you to whoever who invented the LRT from 1 hour to 5 mins

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过程已经冲淡了感情自己拥有城市的家庭房间就像自己的家而家只是虚伪的装饰心是陌生的唯一熟悉的是身体里流的血无法控制的情绪是心理病？还是心病？ it's amazing how chinese words are so emotional and close to heart

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拥有了 同时也失去什么而眷恋 原来会带来软弱你让我在雾里成熟心开始曲折我不想舍得 不想懂得是谁惹谁 言不由衷说谎伤害 都是不安犯的错怕抱不紧什么我不想舍得 不想懂得谁说割爱 才更深刻彼此依赖 是爱不是负荷能握着手就是感动的怕抱不紧什么明明看破红尘了。

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原来我是那个疯的。 Made to be a by-stander by actions through my own thoughts 心思心丝心死

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看破红尘哈哈看到了big picture 看到了人的幼稚看到了人的不动看到了人。老师总说 humans are social beings 老师也说 humans are individuals Humans are individuals Yet they are social beings as well. People socialize. They want to socialize people. You have your own values, Similar to those in your circle. When someone in your circle, Think differently Made decisions differently Despite the respect given to the group, Out they go. And

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Song of the night: It's a leap of faith, when you believe there's someone out there. It's a leap of faith, when you believe that someone cares. Song of the day: Bring back, oh bring back Bring back my heart to me, to me... 感觉不到自己的心跳Guess blocking too much works to a certain extent only. Haha. And finally, my period came! HURRAY but yucks.

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I shall not deprive people from happiness So, be happy i guess people will be I will be happy too, with person/people I love. Enjoy your lives and I will too (: sayang.

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Put it down Let it goMade my decision And will never change. Perhaps the world is ugly with hatred. Not anymore, not going to 自寻烦恼过我自己的生活 你，也可以我会帮你 (:

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也许别人会原谅我也以为我可以可是， 我就是小心眼。 恨我吧， 我无所谓了。辛苦了

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没有什么好说了终于我有理由说“我走了” 想联络的朋友一定永远在我心中其他的已经没有精力了。 Maybe one day I will regret But for now, I really mean what I've said above. It's too much. Bruise my ego again, and I will really be gone.TotallyAs if you cared, When I was pushed away.

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no more.the toy knew its identity finally. Friends, hah. Whatever.

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心疼的玫瑰　半夜还开着找不到匆匆掉落的花蕊回到现场 却已来不及　等待任何回音都不可得微弱的风筝　冬天裡飘着回不去手中缠线的那个没有蓝天　又何必去飞　怎麽适合黑色笑靥掉了　雪白眼泪掉了该出现的所有表情瞬间掉了瞳孔没有颜色　结了冰的长河　回忆是最可怕的敌人故事情节掉了　主角对白掉了该属于剧中的对角戏也掉了胸口没有快乐　断了翅的白鸽　不枯萎的藉口全掉了曾经唱过的歌　分享过的笑声　在心中不断拉扯想念不能承认　偷偷擦去泪痕　冬天过了还是会很冷 - 张惠妹， 掉了at some point, i think this song is so whiney. but at some point, i think 吴青峰 is a wonder. 没有蓝天何必去飞

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突然，觉得最近自己的脚步变快了。 今天第一次不会迟到所以决定放慢脚步感觉到之前向往的宁静和平静回来了空气好像开始不会那么让人窒息回想从前的自己已经不同了现在也许已经渐渐习惯独来独往。也好，自己怪怪的脾气应该得罪了很多人。 想念似乎是避忌从小就学会假装。 因为自尊心发誓不会在伤害我的人面前,哭因为自尊心发誓不会再说话还好有一对虎牙陪着我想着走着发现身后的人已经发出不耐烦的声音也许城市人是“被逼” 加快速度“被逼”放弃自己向往的宁静也许有一天会“被逼”到疯掉。。。突然好像做一部关于疯掉的城市的戏哈哈What a small world, first time I realized the world need not be mine. 去， 开心就好。 想了很久，决定写出这些。也许朋友已经对我所谓很难理解的文字烦死。 这， 应该比较容易吧。 说了，感觉好赤裸，没有安全感。

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同课室孩认得猪

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"Have"s & "Have not"s Maybe I should widen my heart It's just like that But it sucks a little to be on the other side Maybe because I'm older Perhaps i'm just being too complainy Sorry.

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2 men killed the cub The lion got angry & turned the men into A dove & a crow. 真可笑伙伴与他这算是不同的待遇吗？ 乌鸦：“谢谢，至少没有把我与伙伴吃掉。” 可能拥有无言无行的关怀应该这样告诉自己吗？tylg.iwawtbyg

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It was 3am At home No one I wondered, Have they left me for good? 没人要活该有时真的不了解客观的角度，真的吗？Sociology学到：EthnocentrismOne socialize with people with the same values and beliefs to a point when you think you are right Only your thoughts and those from the same group are right. What is "right"? 如果对错能分得这么清楚纷争就不会一直发生。 最终“客观”也是你自己 subscribe 的 values and beliefs 客观从来不存在。可怜的是人们傻乎乎的觉得自己是客观的是神圣的对于“做错”的人用“客观”

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人，生病了。你越大越幼稚。越大越固执。越大越自怜。我越大越不想长大。不想成为我讨厌的大人。可是有时想快点长大看一看我的未来迅速的老去尽快的死掉大家能快点变快乐。 朋友，别哭了安心吧很快的不要再伤心了对不起人。生

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The pair of shoes on the rack No one wants to wear it No one cares to wear it Maybe it's the ownerToo ugly When will the hurt kick in? I will protect, you.And the other you(s)

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Just wondering, Do you miss me, ? Do you miss me, ?Do you miss me, ?Do you miss me, ?Do you miss me, ?

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Just likeWhen You go to the market, You tend to want to choose the new & fresh products Who will care about the old ones? I know you. Hurts, to know you. Removed. Thank you.

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Slowly,Everything becomes clear. I know why,why the Earth is round. The world is a cycle. Vicious.

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也许会恨你　我知道我的脾气不是很好也许不一定　我知道我还是一样爱着你打开一瓶红色的酒　看着金鱼游来游去是否我们都想要自由我没有关系　你可以假装没事离开这里一切好安静　我只是想把情绪好好压抑到底谁会先说再见　我知道我一定哭泣走的时候记得说爱我　爱我说爱我　说爱我　难道你不再爱我我的泪　滴下来　你从来不曾看过为什么　为什么　爱情让人变沉重没有人　告诉我　原来不是我想像不要回来　你已经自由了　我也已经自由了_ 该走的，走了 。不该走的，走了。走。 自由了？ Constant communication? Hah. I kept myself from defending myself Cos there's no point and as if it will be heard. I dont want to be dismissed again. Stop harping.

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yet another farewell...

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Why?

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妈妈说我病了 怎么在脸上有两个眼睛 随便跟着流行的步伐 却怎么也看不清 朋友说我病了 而且还真的病得不轻 明明知道他不是你的 却怎么也不死心 我想看清 却越看越不清 我以为我已经到达天堂 却怎么还是失望 我想看清 却越看越伤心 眼泪是种成长后的惩罚 还是珍贵的代价 谁懂我的心 总是有那么多的光头在等候 因为有那么多的理由在牵托 总是有那么多的希望在寄托 要我不要忘了自己最初的梦看清－黄美珍

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My Bonnie lies over the oceanMy Bonnie lies over the seaMy Bonnie lies over the oceanOh bring back my Bonnie to meBring back, bring backBring back my Bonnie to me, to meBring back, bring backBring back my Bonnie to meLast night as I lay on my pillowLast night as I lay on my bedLast night as I lay on my pillowI dreamed that my Bonnie was deadOh blow ye the winds o'er the oceanAnd blow ye the winds

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Alienation is the separation of people from: 1) one another2) meaningful work 3) the most fundamental possession, one's self. Dear friend(s), Sorry to make you (all) worry! I'm fine and I'm happy (:

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You look in the mirror and You wonder how will people think of your dressing. Human are conditioned to think according to how people will think of them. Although human will think that their thoughts are generated by themselves. Bruised. How much can a person take in? How much until the person breaks? 今晚，我输了。 Ok from tonight onwards, No more self-pitying Because I'm starting to hate myself. HAHAH.

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Young girl A: "Let's play together" Young girl B: "Let's play together" Young girl c: "Let's play together" A, B, C played. Young girl D: "..."

myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695032164490439126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259520.post-47636009044416727802009-09-08T01:21:00.003+08:002009-09-08T01:27:52.047+08:00

知道了， 心裂了，没救了，有种感觉，我很难康复了， 因为是我， It's true to say, Human live according to what people think of them. Human wants to live according to what people will think of them. It's true to say, Human can't get whatever they want to get. It's true to say, Human are selfish yet they think they are selfless. Angry But how? I have no rights

myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695032164490439126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259520.post-2388929378370488292009-09-07T17:32:00.001+08:002009-09-07T17:35:58.959+08:00

ok, thank you very much. I've enough of the truth. then and now what's with the self-quantified statements?

myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695032164490439126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259520.post-54948965752634500872009-09-05T19:14:00.001+08:002009-09-05T19:57:54.797+08:00

I'm a little teapot,Short and stoutHere is my handle,Here is my spoutWhen I get all steamed up,Hear me shoutJust tip me over and pour me out__The Teapot has been enjoying pouring tea out from its spout One day, It stopped. Perhaps It was hurt,By the way the people handled It Should The Teapot be blamed? Or should The People think twice?Maybe No one knows the Answer.

myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695032164490439126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259520.post-46755251051673625432009-09-01T01:19:00.003+08:002009-09-01T01:29:44.860+08:00

Who are you now?Are you still the sameOr did you change somehow?What do you do?At this very momentWhen I think of youAnd when I'm looking backHow we were young and stupidDo you remember that?No matter how I fight it, can't deny itJust can't let you goI still need youI still care about youThough everything's been said and doneI still feel you like I'm right beside youBut still no word from youNow

myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695032164490439126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259520.post-47719355515442882042009-08-26T00:51:00.002+08:002009-08-26T00:57:11.232+08:00

The Magic moment in Forum Theatre, The temptation to just remove the problem from the play. Bringing up the past, makes intervention difficult. But this is really rehearsal for life. Because, the human race just cant resist the temptation to harp Harp on the past Harp on the past tense Sometimes I wonder at the definition of right & wrong You can be right, but it does not mean you are not wrong.

myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695032164490439126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259520.post-9131868723947455812009-08-21T01:31:00.003+08:002009-08-21T01:36:17.057+08:00

BREATHE

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