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today i'm starting a journal of my thoughts about my everyday experiences in the hopes that i become understood by "others" better. why am i doing this? well for one thing, i feel i need to have a creative outlet where i can just express my thoughts & reactions freely, without the burden of being labeled as "such" or perceived as "such". i also hope this provides me with an opportunity to further

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i've been spending more time with workwhiling each day in my busy little worldand when i'm all alonein te solace of my home... i think of you...Honey I want you to listenI stayed up all night, so I could get this thing rightAnd I don't think there's anything missingCause a person like you, made it easy to doI've waited for so long, to sing to you this songCause your eyes are the windows to heaven

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it's 30 past 6 in the morning... and i just got home from doing some work... man am i killing my self... hooked-up the laptop and play good old piano blues... i can feel the soulful sadness of the melody sink into my system... i've been so busy most of the time that I hadn't felt my heart complaining... you know how it feels to be running so fast and then stoppping all of a sudden and your chest

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I thought that some time alone, was what we really needed. You siad this time would hurt more than it helps, but I couldnt see it. I thought it was the end of a beautiful story. And so I left the one I love, at home to be alone...And I Tried and find out this one thing is true that im nothing without you, I know better now and I've had a change of heart.I'd Rather had bad times with you, then

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lately... it's been a very big struggle... an up-hill climb... nay, more than that... my sister spoke with me about love and it's seriousness... this was a conversation always worth remembering. i've never been that open and close with my sister, so hearing her talk to me about love and relationships made me think to myself... i am a nobody in love... sure, i've got quite a resume... people put

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in my life, i've made so many mistakes that i can't even begin to try to count them...some bigger than others, some smaller... one thing i've learned though... people will always be there to judge you because of those mistakes no matter the reason nor the meaning of the mistake...it's been days since i had a decent sleep... days since i was able to rest comfortably in the once small bed that we

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John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of

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to the one i love...hi... you may be fast asleep right now wandering about in neverland...resting your head on a soft pillow...not knowing i am still wide awake.here we area, we've gone a long way...despite the short length of time we've become each others enclave from the storm, from the suntonight i gaze at you sleepwhile the little one lies fast on your sidetonight i let my thoughts wander

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how do we motivate people to perform well... i wassuppose to be lying asleep when a thought came tome... most of us acknowledge only outputs in whatwe do... we praise results... what is wrong with that?nothing i guess, however, is it our nature as humanbeings to only see the end means and not theprocess in between...sometimes, we plan on things... we lay down stepsas if trying to box up life

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scribbles...i've been meaning to sit down and write for almost three months now... write what i had learned, what i had experienced, what i had gone through... yet some how, i neither had the time nor the right hat to let the words flow out of my hands... is it perhaps because of the changes that i had gone through, or perhaps the roller coaster of emotions i had experienced, or maybe i'm just

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just sharing a touching story of love and consequences...On the last day before Christmas, i hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the remaining of the gift i didnt manage to buy earlier. When i saw all the people there, i started to complain to myself: "It is going to take forever here and i still have so many other place togo...''Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year.

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it's been a while since i last plugged my thoughts back in this realm... now im adding something i wrote mid last year...++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++circa julio 2004i sit in your silence, scared.waiting patiently for recognition.for a word.for a breath.for a touch.but i am raw.because i watch your hands insteadof writing.and listen to your breath insteadof breathing.it's strange,how

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i long to whisper these to your ear while you silently sleep and i watchfully gaze at you from the other side of the pillow... ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: I never knew such a day could come And i never knew such a love could be inside of one And i never knew what my life was for But now that yo're here i know for sure I never knew til i looked in your eyes I was

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Si Lord talaga alam kung kelan ako babatukan sa ulo. Here He is again trying to get my attention. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Hello! "...busy ka? naku mukha nga... tagal na natin di nagkikita... tagal mo na ako di dinadalaw... alam mo miss na kita... o sino yang nagtext sa iyo?... buti pa sa kanya nakapagreply kaagad...napansin ko ang dami mong ginagawa talaga... ang

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I was her she was me We were one we were free And if there's somebody calling me on She's the one We were young we were wrong We were fine all along If there's somebody calling me on She's the one When you get to where you wanna go And you know the things you wanna know You're smiling When you said what you wanna say And you know the way you wanna play You'll be so high you'll be flying Though

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I started a joke, which started the whole world crying, but I didn't see that the joke was on me, oh no. I started to cry, which started the whole world laughing, oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me. I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes, and I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I'd said. Til I finally died, which started the whole world living,

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Wake me when the day breaks show me how the sun shines tell me 'bout your heartache, who could be so unkind do you dream to touch me? and smile down deep inside... or could you just kill me? hey..it's hard to make up your mind sometimes my angels, my devils...thorn in my pride are you wanting inspiration? you spill your secrets on me then you tell me with a whisper..of things that will never

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being whispered to a loved one during a tight embrace before parting ---- "i love you openly... i love you so dearly that i will not hinder your freedom, your growth... and in those moments that you need me, i will still be here to bring you back home... safe with me..." I know you’re gone I watched you leave I always thought That it was me You made it clear With that last kiss couldn’t live a

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there's this story of this grocery love story, so common so simple, so perfect... sometimes you wish, you wonder what happened to the comfortable lil bond that you and her had... looking back, you wonder... ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: I just remembered that time at the market Snuck up behind me and jumped on my shopping cart And rolled down aisle five You looked behind

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in a heart beat, you where there... in the silence of a moment, wandered throught and broken in my heart's great despair your eyes, your breath, your hair the simple way you shine, give off your flare.. from this moment a promise made my word to you, i solemnly gave... in a lifetime, within my arms you'll be laid under the covers, behind the shade from the hurtful world we'll my our enclave..

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my sister is almost due to give birth to a lovely lil' girl bearing the name of Emma Noelle... tension, excitement fills the whole family for the first born... mom even flew in from Ho Chi Mihn just to be able to witness her grand daughter's birth... as for me, i go to my words... hoping one day that Emma shall read these thoughts i had written down for her... :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

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A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy. "Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies." "Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of

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once, i sat by the side of my bed and wrote this down... wrote what i had felt... felt what i had thought... thought about life... life i found in you... you're out there, somewhere, i don't know where, but if the wind can bring these words to thy ear... then hear me and my heart shall speak of what it yearns to convey... ~theweed once i sat by the side of my bed in my hand, clutching a picture

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Can we resolve the past, Lurking jaws, joints of time? The Base To come of age in a dry place, Holes and caves. My friend drove an hour each day from the mountains. The bus gives you a hard-on with books in your lap. Someone shot the bird in the afternoon dance show. They gave out free records to the best couple. Spades dance best, from the hip. The music was new, black polished chrome And came

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I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you

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you often wonder why things turn out so bad between the both you of you and no matter how you try it aint gettin better but instead gettin all the more down into the mud... sliding with every moment into a dirty tangle (or did mud-wrestling suddenly just popped in my mind).... ================================================ What's wrong with you, with us, what's happening to us? Ah our love is

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let me put something here from a great weaver of words and feelings, a great poet... seen from pablo's eyes, our experiences, our longings, our sadness, our triumph... ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Tonight i write the saddest poem. Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars, and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance." The night wind whirls in the sky and sings. I can

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Listning to Annie Lennox sing this melancholic song makes one stop and feel a lil bit more than the usual dose for the day... i'm jottin it down in a different way... my thoughts before the song... when was the last time we embraced each other so tightly that we thought we'd never part? when was the last time we held our hands so closely we can feel the beating of each others heart? we look at

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i came by to get my things, thank you for getting the door, but i dont feel right walking in a war. do you think it's cool? i did my cyring at home. but i'm lone now, i'm lone like before. i'm on my way, i have one more thing to ask. was it worth the price you paid for me never coming back? why did you mess with forever? such a long time to be unkind. why did you mess with forever? dont you call

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you dont need to make silly promises... or to try to make me feel special... you did that already just by being with me... truth is, all i want is YOU... ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: You say you want Diamonds on a ring of gold You say you want Your story to remain untold But all the promises we make From the cradle to the grave When all I want is you You say you’ll give me

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If you forget me I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well,

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for all you hopefuls out there --- wantin to be with that special somebody but takin the time and respectin the person to choose :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: six numbers, one more to dial before I'm before you I tried to call been busy all night gave up waiting at daylight excuse me Mrs. Busybody could you pencil me in when you can though we both know that the worst part

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Who can say for certain Maybe you’re still here I feel you all around me Your memories so clear Deep in the stillness I can hear you speak You’re still an inspiration Can it be (? ) That you are mine Forever love And you are watching over me from up above Fly me up to where you are Beyond the distant star I wish upon tonight To see you smile If only for awhile to know you’re there A breath away

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words can only bear smoked reflections of what we really long to say in intimate moments, in close situations in spaces no found within everyday we say the words our thoughts convey to beloved ears, they hear we pray... ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: I swear to you, I will always be there for you There’s nothin’ I won’t do I promise you all my life I will live for you We will make

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hush now... i will sing you a lullaby =) Once there was a way to get back homeward Once there was a way to get back home Sleep pretty darling do not cry And I will sing a lullaby Golden slumbers fill your eyes Smiles awake you when you rise Sleep pretty darling do not cry And I will sing a lullaby Once there was a way to get back homeward Once there was a way to get back home Sleep pretty

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Ah, the blues. The ball and chain that is 'round every English musician's leg. In fact, EVERY musician's leg. Tryin' to kick it off, baby? No, no. You'll just never do it. And these are the blues of time, And the blues of a woman, And a man thinkin' of her As time goes by. There is nothin' I can do If you leave me here to cry There is nothin' I can do If you leave me here to cry You know, my

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If I caught the world in a bottle And everything was still beneath the moon Without your love would it shine for me? If I was smart as Aristotle And understood the rings around the moon What would it all matter if you loved me? Here in your arms where the world is impossibly still With a million dreams to fulfill And a matter of moments until the dancing ends Here in your arms when everything

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I can feel your body When I’m lying in bed There’s too much confusion Going around through my head And it makes me so angry To know that the flame still burns Why can’t I get over? When will I ever learn? Old love, leave me alone Old love, go on home I can see your face But I know that it’s not real It’s just an illusion Caused by how I used to feel And it makes me so angry To know that the

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I must be invisible; No one knows me. I have crawled down dead-end streets On my hands and knees. I was born with a ragin’ thirst, A hunger to be free, But I’ve learned through the years. Don’t encourage me. ’cause I’m a lonely stranger here, Well beyond my day. And I don’t know what’s goin’ on, So I’ll be on my way. When I walk, stay behind; Don’t get close to me, ’cause it’s sure to end in

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Lately I’ve been running on faith What else can a poor boy do? But my world will be right When love comes over you Lately I’ve been talking in my sleep I can’t imagine what I’d have to say Except my world will be right When love comes back your way I’ve always been One to take each and every day Seems like by now I’d find a love who cares just for me Then we’d go running on faith All of our

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have you ever wondered what will it be like to have died and wanted to tell your beloved how you miss them... i had a dream i did... :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Here I am, I'm right here Oh I wish you could feel me Standing so close I'm right beside you dear I fly around this old man house I float through our walls I scream and I call While I watch you without me All I feel, all I am now

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The very thought of you makes my heart sing like an April breeze on the wings of spring and you appear in all your splendor My one and only love. The shadows fall and spread their mystic charms in the hush of night while you're in my arms I feel your lips so warm and tender My one and only love. The touch of your hand is like heaven, a heaven that I've never known. The blush on your cheek

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Be still my beating heart It would be better to be cool It's not time to be open just yet A lesson once learned is so hard to forget Be still my beating heart Or I'll be taken for a fool It's not healthy to run at this pace The blood runs so red to my face I've been to every single book I know To soothe the thoughts that plague me so I sink like a stone that's been thrown in the ocean My logic

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why oh why, when i see your nakedness do i feel such awe as to feel so much in oneness yet alone in the raw and as the light touches your very skin while silently you sit in stillness i am captured in a breathe fixated on the loveliness... Naked, you are simple as one of your hands, smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round: you have moon-lines, apple-pathways: naked, you are slender as a naked

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i see you through mine eyes through a world that is just my own through the things i know and experienced while i've grown i see you through mine eyes through the beauty and complexity through the shades and the hues that your person bring to my memory ============================================= Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do

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missing someone is a terrible thing, at night when you're alone and you're longing the shadows on the wall reflect the gray and coldness of fall and in the sheets and the covers still remain the memory of the lovers of the warmth and comfort of the loving and all the worth... ================================================= Now this bed's too big without you Cold wind blows right thru' my open

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Under the ruins of a walled city Crumbling towers in beams of yellow light No flags of truce, no cries of pity The siege guns had been pounding all through the night It took a day to build the city We walked through its streets in the afternoon As I returned across the fields I'd known I recognized the walls that I once laid I had to stop in my tracks for fear Of walking on the mines I'd laid

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A king called all of his wise men and counselors together for a meeting. He addressed them and said, "I want you to go and think, read, and research. Consult the wisest and most learned men in the land. Spare no expense." "I want you to find the ONE statement that will get me through all situations in life. Whether I am on top of the world or in the pits, find that statement." "I don't want

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got home earlier afternoon around 1pm MNL time.. tired from a nights work and a day job, workin on a design project and sat in my room browsin through and old song book lyin on top of my bed... (in actuality.. so many stuff are in fact on top of my bed, mostly books and notes and sketches)... fell asleep and woke up with a certain page facing me... t'was early evening and i gotta hit work...

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when do we stop loving? when do we stop living? i'm sitting here, cold office workstation, pc-glued and mind-boggled. wearin a smile and tryin with every once of me to put a smile on the people around me. yeah... yeah... they tell me i'm strong, tell me i got the juice to power a conversation into excitement. contageous giggle. intuitive thoughts... yet...from within i lay broken, seemingly

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