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 What would you do if I sang out of tune? Would you stand up and walk out on me? Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song, And I'll try not to sing out of key. Oh I get by with a little help from my friends, I get high with a little help from my friends, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends. |
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Sleep creeps in with such stealth and robs you of harbouring hopes that twist and intertwine in such awkward formation. Drifting off to another land, time passes without you; the world spins without you. And when you finally touch down, you are welcomed by a greeting that bids farewell. The despair. Of searching, of longing, of pining. Dear me, how much time has gone? |
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Portruding like the tracks of the train, they trail to the tips; very telling of the effort. Oh the joys of letting the fingers run freely, hand-in-hand with Imagination. What a perfect pair. Inhaling with all might, she continues in her escapade of dreams and fantasies. The ink flows as the blood rushes. Excitement with every word. Her thoughts scurry along the pages, making their mark on the whites of the lines. When the piece of work is done, the cap is placed in place. Slumping back, she reads. |
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I am the loser in disguise and the master of all lies. So here I am again after a much rewarding day. |
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I want Windows 7's Paint. And a keyboard that allows me to pres more than 3 keys at a time. |
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When I finally let myself go and rid those inhibitions, you would have been so sick and tired. When I finally start talking, that will be when you will stop. |
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We're always making each other sad; |
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Why am I not as happy as I said I am? |
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Everytime it is about you and the people you work with, it's Private. When can I dare to (and bear to) make it Public? And to |
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What happened, my friend? |
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In future, I need to: |
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Cheer up, my friends. Everything is going to be alright in the end. We'll keep smiling because there is nothing you can do that can't be done. :) |
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Without Motivation, the stack of readings seem mountainous. With Motivation, the stack of readings look like a stack of yummy waffles - decreasing at an unbelievable rate. I finally understand why they call it Happy Meal. :D |
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I looked at the stack of readings and sighed - a sigh so deep and long; heavy and weary. Not for the faint-hearted. |
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Time is slipping by so quickly. Weeks after weeks I find myself questioning what I have done. Perhaps I need to spend some quiet time every week to reflect on what I have been doing for that particular week. The year is drawing to a close. My students will be advancing to another level and it still feels like they just entered my class. Sheesh. And yet, my (spiritual/academic etc) growth feels stagnant. |
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Do not wake me up when September ends. |
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