tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53757261786041914642024-03-05T10:26:46.546+00:00Mess inside Mel's headRoad into my head, just follow the signsMelissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284092213890027249noreply@blogger.comBlogger170125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375726178604191464.post-71837731446325377212023-08-29T13:10:00.000+01:002023-08-29T13:10:15.297+01:00LOST and Finding<div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>I am looking for a friend that I would like to reconnect with, if you think you might be the friend or you might know that person (chances are very slim, we do not have mutual friends), read on and please comment, I'll get back to you. Thank you very very much and may your joy lives in eternity's sunrise.</b></span></div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div>I recently decided to organise my decade old MacBook in preparation to get rid of old junk. Not quite sure if that is a good idea or a stupid move. I walked down memory lane and came out crying. It was much more emotional than I thought it would be. <div><br /></div><div>I cried for the fun, the laughter, the good times, the bad, my naviety and most importantly the goodbyes. They all reminded me how far I've came and grew in this decade. I do have a few regrets but most of them are fond memories with people that I understand aren't in my life anymore(for a reason).<div><br /></div><div>BUT, here is the plot twist, if that is the case here, I won't be writing (at least on here) today. After all, this blog is a brain dump during simpler times. During the mental trip down memory lane via my loud old laptop, there is someone that that keeps coming back. </div><div><br /></div><div>Before telling more about this person, I'll say something about my 25 year old self: I remembered that I portrayed myself as the sarcastic carefree woman that I am, I WAS most of the time but I was also putting on a mask, trying to keep cool and act like a bitch that doesn't care (spoiler: I do care, enough to try locating said person 9 years later). </div><div><br /></div><div>We met in a transient time of mine, we are from different countries. We know our time together are extremely limited. Long story short, we had a great time together but my mask pushed this person away. You see, when real life caught up, its harder to keep that up. I wanted so much to leave everything to pursue the potential with this person. But the problem is, I don't have anything to leave behind, mentality and physically - in another words: I was super broke, I can't afford to do anything other than get a job to make an honest living and I was not ready mentally. We kept up the contact for about 6 months that slowly fizzles off until one day, this person called me out and pointed out that I was playing games. I don't understand at that time thinking its just life taking over but in hindsight; I probably was and wasn't aware of it. I don't think it was right to give promises that I am unsure if I can keep. So, I did not pursue further to leave space - I severed pretty much all contact, except for Skype. But when I tried logging in Skype again many years later, Skype was acquired by Microsoft and after a bunch of updates and re-org later, I realised that I lost the contact completely. Hopefully not for good. </div><div><br /></div><div>This bring us to present day 9 years later (2023). After giving this a long hard thought, this is my announcement to the outside world, to the universe and Spaghetti Monster. It is an extremely long stretch, I am a realist but I am also hopeful and a believer of "if you never ask, the answer will always be no". So Dear Martian, if you by any chance happen to read this and are comfortable to reach out again, I would be grateful if you do.</div><div><br /></div><div>You shared this with me those years ago, although I have not practice what I preach, its still one of my favourite piece, an advice that I will carry with me always.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="long-line" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #343434; display: inline-block; font-family: "poets electra", Georgia, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 17.6px; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">He who binds to himself a joy</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #343434; font-family: "poets electra", Georgia, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 17.6px;" /><span class="long-line" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #343434; display: inline-block; font-family: "poets electra", Georgia, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 17.6px; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">Does the winged life destroy</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #343434; font-family: "poets electra", Georgia, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 17.6px;" /><span class="long-line" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #343434; display: inline-block; font-family: "poets electra", Georgia, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 17.6px; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">He who kisses the joy as it flies</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #343434; font-family: "poets electra", Georgia, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 17.6px;" /><span class="long-line" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #343434; display: inline-block; font-family: "poets electra", Georgia, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 17.6px; margin-left: 32px; text-indent: -32px;">Lives in eternity's sunrise</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: xx-small;">To the Universe: I realised that my "dreams" do come true, they usually come later than I've expected but they always do. I am grateful for them all, I am hopeful that as long as I keep the hope up, this too will come true sooner or later. I thank you in advance with every being that I can offer.</span></div></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284092213890027249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375726178604191464.post-48579082220240479222017-04-25T17:00:00.000+01:002017-04-25T17:00:48.720+01:00Forever a Foreigner<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I've never see the word "Foreigner / der Ausländer" as derogatory. It is a noun used to describe a person from a foreign land; expatriate, immigrant, emigrant, you name it. I am a Foreigner to all but 1 country - Malaysia. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">For my German class, I was tasked to write "Was denken Sie über die deutsche Sprache?", the word schwierig (difficult) came to mind. It makes learning French a walk in the park and I've never appreciated my mother tongue more. Oh! Life before articles are simply, simple. Now I am constantly plague with "Is this der, die oder das? Wait, is this Akkusativ or Dativ?" Usually, a good 3 mins will pass before I can churn out a vaguely ok sentence in German. And not to mentioned the constant complaint that accompanies daily revision - "Why can't you be English, American, Australian, Canadian? Anyone that speaks English as their mother tongue? I've mastered English for this purpose." Poor thing, I knew that he sometimes wishes his mother tongue would be easier. So, after a lifetime of drowning and mastering (self-proclaimed) in multi-lingual culture, I have another language to conquer. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Whilst researching on how do foreigners think about the German language, the article "Deutsch als Fremdsprache</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">: </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Für immer fremd"</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> came to my attention, in German of course. (If you are interested, I have the links to article below - available in German and English). I nodded while reading and kept agreeing with the Author, an young American woman who has been living in Berlin for the past 5 years, but at the same time can't help but wonder " If she, someone who is a wordsmith, is struggling with this language after 5 years, how long will it take me to be comfortable in this language?" and then the last of her words hit me, she was describing a refugee woman but I failed to see the difference between that woman and me:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Being a person that would love to soak in all cultures that will accept me with open arms, I am incredibly grateful to have the opportunity to be born in one culture that is a mixture of 3 cultures, grew up in another and grew old in completely different one. Languages could be my ticket into these cultures, but as with all things good, there is a downside; this particular one, the more I get to know it, the more it feels like a tool to single me out as - you know it - <b>Foreigner</b>.</span><br />
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<br />Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284092213890027249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375726178604191464.post-47854878094851634692017-03-17T11:40:00.000+00:002017-03-17T11:40:29.708+00:00AdultingIt has been 1 & a half year. I've abandoned the project that was born out of the intention to update my friends back home and progressively intensify whilst I was job hunting.<br />
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Then came the job and saying goodbye to all free time...<br />
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Besides holding a demanding "9-5" job that took on average 10 - 15 hours a day, I took the liberty to learn 2 new languages; during weekends or weekdays evening. In addition to that, I got addicted to learning how to stand on my 2 hands. Then came the weekend projects - meal prepping for the next 5 days.<br />
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I lost contact with the friends that I created this blog post for. I lost all time to even update. I utilise those free time by staying in bed a little longer. Weekends swoosh by, days, weeks, months, years. I took on a job to afford my lifestyle but my lifestyle that I so desperately wanted to cling on to is constantly threaten by work.<br />
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I've not gotten far to where I want to go in life; work was fulfilling until a certain extend before turning into under appreciated dreadfulness. I had been toying with the idea to make a come back in this blog. Minus the pretty pictures, adding all these adult realness sprinkled with some psychological hurdles.<br />
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I am still clawing my way out from the hole I fell into....<br />
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Planning is in progress.... Loading...<br />
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There's a saying in Chinese - Humans are born kind, education, social influence are to blame for wrong doings. I plead the opposite, arguably because I am not a nice person.<br />
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Assuming every human being are born neutral - a blank piece of paper. Everything written on it are absorbed from the moment this human was born. It's easily arguable that society are responsible for all those misdeeds, wrong-doings, bad stuff. Our society aren't exactly model society (which is something i like about) so its hard not to place all the blames on it.<br />
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There are all kinds of people, events - fortunate or unfortunate, to affect at least one individual on the second basis. How many times do you wished for a better world every time you switch on tv to watch the news? How about reading what's latest on twitter? Facebook? In this era of information overload, society is very vulnerable to all the blames that happen to it.<br />
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What breaks my heart even further is we are now no longer doing disgusting acts not in the name of survival. Perhaps I am too much of a pessimistic. But I will never gave up looking for kindness in this huge mess of a world. I believe there's good for every evil.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284092213890027249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375726178604191464.post-47743867157021080572015-08-12T14:46:00.003+01:002015-08-12T14:46:36.021+01:00Be grateful. Say Thank You.This month seen more death than usual. Whether its people that I am close with or not, I'm deeply sadden. Suddenly my problems don't seem to matter anymore. Suddenly I have the urge to just say what I've held back. If I've wronged you in any way, I am deeply sorry. If I've love you, I can't say "I love you" enough. So here it is.<br />
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I'll wait here for you for I'm broken.<br />
Down, I'm coming down this town for my heart lies<br />
Far and away where they took you down.<br />
Led them over to your house<br />
Where I'm broken.<br />
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Down by the people if they let you breathe.<br />
Don't give a damn if you still can't see,<br />
Still my heart beats for you.<br />
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Have become all I lost and all I hoped for.<br />
But I must carry on<br />
Always one<br />
Never broken.<br />
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Run to the lobby where I saw you try.<br />
Don't give a damn for your reasons why.<br />
Where soul feels.<br />
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Down in the valley where the church bells cry.<br />
I'll lead them over to your eyes.<br />
Whoa, oh, I am one, I am one.<br />
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Break story of peace and love in a future<br />
Bright sacrifice came around<br />
Never broken<br />
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Down by the people if they let you breathe.<br />
Don't give a damn if you still can't see.<br />
Traveling a street that I did not go.<br />
Wheels like tong to the winter lope.<br />
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Down in the valley where the church bells cry,<br />
I'll lead them over to your eyes!<br />
Whoa, oh, I am one<br />
Whoa, oh, I am one<br />
I am one.</div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Credit: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/jakebugg/broken.html </span></div>
Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284092213890027249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375726178604191464.post-81127179213779031842015-01-08T00:00:00.000+00:002015-01-08T00:00:08.008+00:00Annee Deux Mill quartorzeIts a year of change, a year of growth, a year of opportunities, a year of understanding and a year of love.<br />
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<b>Went on spiritual and physical journey.</b><br />
<i>This is really a bit of a floozy claim. I was very lost since late 2012, not entirely sure what I wanted to do and constantly doubting myself. Adding in getting increasingly annoyed by my life situation just to realise that situation in life is not going to change if I don't accept changes and a lot of times its just a change of perspective that does the job. I've written an entire essay on how to embrace change <span style="background-color: white;"><a href="http://messinsidemelissahead.blogspot.com/2014/09/whats-important-is-you-are-going.html">here</a>. </span>I'll be honest, I still have those annoyed moments when things don't go my way but the improvement is, these moments come in smaller doses than ever. Considered change.</i><br />
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<b>Proudest achievement is finding peace within myself</b><br />
<i>I decided to give yoga a try after being recommended by a friend. I never considered myself a yoga person. I love adrenalin, I like momentum, I like not doing something in slow motion, in short - I refused to succumb myself to myself entirely. </i><br />
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<i>Yoga requires the yogi to entirely rely on him / herself. Previously I have thought practising Yoga is an easy feat, I mean how difficult can those several poses be? WRONG. I realised I wasn't as strong and definitely not patient enough. Practising Yoga allow myself to find my weaknesses and work on it. I still wasn't very sure of it yet but I've seen changes in myself, physically and mentally. </i><br />
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<b>Running to a whole new level, 10 miles</b><br />
<i>This is where I got my adrenalin fix - Runner's high. Running started out as an escape and slowly all that huffing and puffing did not allow much distraction to the mind anymore. But whenever I find myself stressing over things, all I have to do is go for a run, a short 20 minute run set a whole new perspective for me. There surely is nothing a cup of tea and a run can't fix.</i><br />
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<b>New additions to my body art</b><br />
<i>Its no surprise to everyone that know me, I am a fan of "body art". I started piercing my ears since I was 12 and didn't stop until I had both of my ears full of piercings. After I've grown older, I shifted to tattoos. I started late, I've gotten my first tattoo when I was 22. 2014 is the year I started live in my "Live. Laugh. Love" tattoo. The point of it is, I need to learn how to Live then to Laugh only to Love. I managed to fulfill Live and Laugh pretty well. But I am still learning to love. If I was a hopeless romantic, I am certainly not anymore. But slowly I allow good things to grow organically rather than trying to force it. Sometimes, learning to love also means letting what or who that doesn't make you happy go and sometimes its letting that person go because I don't make him / her happy anymore. </i><br />
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<i>As of today I have 4 tattoos and I don't plan to start anytime soon. </i><br />
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<b>Did I mentioned books? Read record number of books</b><br />
<i>2014 was a year of searching; soul searching, job searching, searching for inspiration. When I wasn't searching, I inject my brain with much needed knowledge. I was always a fan of books but genres are limited to fictional and motivational. I started giving poetry a try then dive straight into those I deemed cheesy-motivational in the past. </i><br />
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<i>I have successfully completed 31 books when the year is over. My favourite book is a kid's book recommended by my best friend - The Little Prince.</i><br />
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<b>New languages</b><br />
<i>I wasn't a person that is strong in languages in school. Although I hated Mathematics to the core, I excelled in Mathematics and had once considered pursuing Maths for my tertiary studies. I decided to learn an extra language that I've always wanted to after I completed my thesis 15 months ago while travelling around. 3 months worth of French later although I did not have more than 20 vocabulary in me, I managed to do something that I had previously thought I needed talent to do so. </i><br />
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<i>I am now still learning French and the language is sticking to me pretty well. 2015, I challenged myself to another language while learning French. I am not sure how well I will fare but as far as challenges go, I am loving this one. </i><br />
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<b>Friends and Loved Ones</b><br />
<i>I am not a home person. I have enough bad experiences with friends that makes me never want to grow attach to anyone. But I've met enough good people in 2014 to make me have faith in human kind after all, not to mention the awesome people that helped me through thick and thin. Those that never hesitated when I needed to borrow their ear. </i><br />
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<i>Of course there won't be great times without sad ones. I lost a few friends to distance and life. As a person of action, it pains me greatly that whilst effort could be put in to retain the relationship. Sometimes its time to let go. So however unwillingly, I let it go like how Queen Elsa did. </i><br />
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<b>Perspectives</b><br />
<i>I used to appreciate grand gestures, now I would cherish a simple well-meaning wish or blessing. A bad event could be a blessing in disguise or a wake up call. A good one could be a disaster in the making. When great things happen, be humble. When bad ones come knocking on your door, remember that it might just be a lesson for a better future. See the beauty in everything! There is bound to have something worth remembering in each and every event.</i><br />
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Happy New Year! </div>
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May 2015 bring more laughter than tears.</div>
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Thank you for entering my life and staying. </div>
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I LOVE you all!</div>
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Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284092213890027249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375726178604191464.post-5266665413066465212014-12-30T00:00:00.000+00:002014-12-31T07:00:54.962+00:00Human ConnectionYoung Melissa likes people to like her, I remembered I was told by a friend that she knew someone I know doesn't like me, I did not stop bugging her to let me know who that someone was for days. Dislike is a harsh word. I like to see it as INCOMPATIBLE. Both of you are either compatible, where there's a connection either verbally or non-verbal OR both of you are not compatible. Simple as. No matter how hard you tried to connect, the wave length is just not syncing.<br />
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Thing is, it should be that way. We would be way too busy if everyone are able to connect with everyone. I'll let you in a secret, not a single individual on earth are able to connect with everyone, if you think you can, you are just lying to yourself. Its impossible.<br />
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And this makes the people you can connect with, extremely precious. Truth be told, there aren't that many. Mixing in the uncertain elements in life, its downright scarce. I myself have a handful of friends that I could talk to about anything. Every conversation is like a fun lesson. But it is not easy trying to keep that up but good thing doesn't come easy, no?<br />
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Recently, I caught up with a friend after a few months. Boy was that conversation a pain in the beginning. Our wave length is so out of sync that I struggle to find the connection we once had. The first 30 minutes are mainly made up with "I don't understand(s). Speak English please. What(s)?" But 30 minutes into the conversation and a little help from wine, there we are again. Conversation flows , silent moments aren't at all awkward. Best part of all are the friendly matches of sarcastic comments.<br />
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Of all the wise inspirational BS that were said, this one left a rather impressionable mark on me.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>"Everyone need at least another individual, every single human being need to connect with another human being. This is why social media is so addicting. Unfortunately, that came with a downside, we are too busy focusing on connecting with the world we forgot the person sitting right in front of us."</b></span></blockquote>
See, I knew this all along but it seem so much wiser coming from that friend of mine. I am very fortunate to know people from all around the world and that means I rely on social media a lot to keep in touch with most of them. Snail mail takes too long. And sometimes life does slipped in and come between me and them. But I believe that if the connection is there, all we have to do is just pick up where we left off. And it will always seems like no time had passed. <br />
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A Christmas filled with wishes, laughter and warmth. This Christmas may not be ideal in the slightest but it still is the best Christmas thus far. </div>
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Thank you for the surprise package. </div>
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Thank you for the texts. </div>
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Thank you for the calls. </div>
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Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284092213890027249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375726178604191464.post-60768762041400755942014-12-25T09:52:00.003+00:002014-12-25T09:52:27.202+00:00MERRY CHRISTMAS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284092213890027249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375726178604191464.post-20564412386190657602014-12-17T00:00:00.000+00:002014-12-17T00:00:01.752+00:00One Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Seems like the theme of my blog as of late is "Appreciate! Appreciate! Appreciate!". So, might as well continue the streak of appreciation and write something on the romantic novel "One Day". Its a slightly older "The Fault in Our Stars" but without the illness, death does play a part in this story as well but the 2 characters , Emma & Dexter, had 18 years more than Hazel & Augustus. Not so star-crossed more like both are being idiots not going after someone they knew they wanted all along.<br />
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The story started on their undergrad graduation day. The book is essentially describing the lives of Emma & Dexter for that ONE DAY every year for the next 18 years. Its rather predictable. Boy likes girl, girl really likes boy. Life intervene. Didn't get together until 15 years later. Girl dies shortly after. <br />
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The story begs the reader to appreciate while sending the message that "What's yours will never go away with time." Although it is a rather cheesy story line, it does serve its purpose on being a constant reminder of living in the present and of course, appreciate. It hits the hearts of many as anyone would have that near missed in romantic love. To me that is not the only reason, it is set around UK: Edinburgh, London, Oxfordshire, and those British reference, London streets, London pubs.<br />
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Am not going to lie, tears threaten to shed when I read the letter from Dexter to a deceased Emma, after what seemed like a lifetime of denying the tension and passion with each other, just to get together after all those heartbreaks to have Emma taken away by a car accident. And I am a toughie that only cried once in my reading life.<br />
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While this is a sappy love story, I think its quite a good read during this festive season when patience may run thin while busy hustling and bustling over holidays preparation. Or if you are a closet hopeless romantic like me.<br />
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<br />Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284092213890027249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375726178604191464.post-45682132097517478592014-11-08T00:00:00.000+00:002014-11-08T00:00:02.997+00:00Once in a while, its good to look backRemember that many times that I walked past London Eye and squeezed past the never ending tourist onto Westminster Bridge, hoping to get out of the crowd immediately. All I could think of is walking as fast as my legs are able to and as swift as my human-avoiding skill allows me to, never really stopped to admire the glorious House of Parliament, headed straight past Parliament Square just to get to the bus stop as fast as I could. Today, it dawned to me that I might have had looked up once in a while and stole glances of the House of Parliament and Big Ben, scanned through the square to see any interesting protest is going on there. But I never once turn my head at look back to where I come from.<br />
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The past should stay in the past for many reasons, my favourite one is "Why dwell on it when you can do nothing about it?" But yet I find myself thinking about it from time to time. Sometimes I wished things could be different, sometimes I wonder will I be thinking about other options if I were to make my decisions differently, sometimes I am glad that I followed the route I am on right now.<br />
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Most of the time, I shake my head and shrug it off, reminding myself" There is no point, no amount of thinking will make things different." But there are times that I find myself smiling or even grinning stupidly to myself. My decisions led me to what I am today and even though circumstances could be better than it is now, I will never change the way I did things."<br />
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Never look back, unless its to see how far you've come. The past may be an ugly mess, heck, the present may be an even messier time but *<i>lets pull out the cliche* </i>c'est la Vie. Messier life are more fun anyway. So to every mistake I made, thank you for teaching me a lesson. For every person that came in my life, thank you for helping me grow. For everyone that left, thank you for helping me realise sometime in life I have to just "let it be". For each and everyone that stayed, thank you for staying and I love you all.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">Voilà le portrait sans retouche</span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">De l’homme auquel j’appartiens</span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">Il me parle tout bas</span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">Je vois la vie en rose</span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">Des mots de tous les jours</span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">Et ça me fait quelque chose</span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">Mon coeur qui bat</span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">Il est entré dans mon coeur</span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">Une part de bonheur</span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">Dont je connais la cause</span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">C’est toi pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie</span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">Il me l’a dit, l’a juré pour la vie</span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">Et dès que je l’aperçois</span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">Alors je sens en moi</span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">Mon coeur qui bat</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">I could probably translate a total of 10 words from French to English, so I looked for a proper translation online. There are plenty of translations for this song as languages are not meant to be translated literally. I've looked through a few and this particular one</span><span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;"> is beautifully translated.</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">With eyes which make mine lower,</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">A smile which is lost on his lips,</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">That's the unembellished portrait</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">Of the man to whom I belong.</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">When he takes me in his arms</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">He speaks to me in a low voice,</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">I see life as if it were rose-tinted.</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">He whispers words to declare to me his love</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">Words of the everyday</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">And that does something to me.</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">He has entered into my heart</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">A piece of happiness</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">the cause of which I know full well.</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">It's him for me, me for him in life</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">He said that to me, swore to me "forever".</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">And as soon as I see him</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">So I feel in me</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">My heart which beats</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">May the nights on which we make love never end,</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">A great joy which takes its place</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">The trouble, the grief are removed</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">Content, content to die of it</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">When he takes me in his arms</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">He speaks to me in a very low voice,</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">I see life as if it were rose-tinted.</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">He whispers words to declare to me his love</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">Words of the everyday</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">And that does something to me.</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">He has entered into my heart</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">A piece of happiness</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">the cause of which I recognise.</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">It's him for me, me for him in life</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">He said that to me, swore to me forever.</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">And as soon as I see him</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">So do I feel in me</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">My heart which beats</span></h2>
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<span style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 31.2000007629395px;">Taken from http://lyricstranslate.com/en/la-vie-en-rose-la-vie-en-rose.html-2#ixzz3Ha0tYWP2</span></h2>
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Ponts des Arts, Hohenzollern Bridge,Västerbron and closer to home, that bridge atop Penang Hill. What do they have in common? Yes, Love LOCKS.</div>
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<br />Love LOCKS......ahhh, the ultimate, no-going-back, forever locked together romantic gesture. *<i>Technically can be forcefully removed, but that is cheating* </i>Personally, I have this kind of commitment issue. Sure, it is very romantic but what if shit happened and you are no longer with the person you are "locked" together with? What if you despise this person so much that the thought of having a lock inscribed with both your names forever locked together makes you wish you did rather die? *<i>Drama Queen* </i> Perhaps I am thinking too negatively and think that this whole idea is as much of a gimmick as Valentine's day. <div>
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Don't get me wrong, for someone that doesn't believe in this grand gesture of love, I did spent a very long time reading what was written on the locks. Some are downright sweet, some disgustingly cheesy. Some locks are put on there by new young couples, some by old long-term couples; declaring their undying love to each other. I am still very much a hopeless romantic but the idea that a lock is needed to secure the love I share with the special someone just defeated what LOVE is supposed to be.<br /><div>
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Love is "suppose" to be a selfless act. Cliché saying - "If you love that person, you should wish him / her all the best, even if that means watching her loving someone else". Love doesn't require or involve a lock. Ultimately, what is yours, will be; what is not, will never be - with or without a lock. </div>
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Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284092213890027249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375726178604191464.post-72073024970415098172014-10-11T00:00:00.000+01:002014-10-11T00:00:00.107+01:00You went too farDid I?<br />
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Sticking to the CHANGE topic. People change. ALL THE TIME. Every decision made make you a different person prior that decision. Every single experience will change you no others will. I recently caught up with an old friend. We spent the night drinking and sharing our own experiences throughout the years. Both of us came to a conclusion, we were both told that we went too far off, because our values differ from those that made the remarks. We were no longer the same person we used to when we were running around in the school's playground. We both were told that we did not follow "The Plan", we decided to divert and that is what separated us with our peers. This is how this came to be....<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
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Initially, I apologised for diverting and I tried to reassure my past that I am still the same girl, just with different values. I still aspire to be happy and the only difference is what makes me happy now are not the same as what makes me happy previously. Slowly, I started to realise that those that are genuinely happy for me will remain, try to understand that everyone has their own way. Undoubtedly, some of my choices and decisions are not convention and expected of, and to some extend, from my personal experience, slightly out of the usual comfort zone. But as long as I did not hurt anyone and myself in the process, these shouldn't matter, right?<br />
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Even though it pains me to be separated by our beliefs, I accepted the horrible reality that not everyone is meant to be in my life. "<b>As life is like a bus ride, some may enter to stay with you throughout the journey, some take off & leave. You know who matter</b>" Words of a wise, Pretty Girl. Those that wants to remain in your life will always make an effort to. The sad truth is, just like how changes will happen in everyone's life, at one point or another, life circumstances force people to change. But on the bright side, I get new chances of getting to know new people all over again.<br />
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The best kind of relationship evolves as the two people involved in it evolves together. We are no longer the chubby young kids anymore, why stick to the values that we had when we thought Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory is real? Allow yourself to accept life changes and the very fact that people change. That being said, I am still keeping my "You can't have too much chocolate" belief.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284092213890027249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375726178604191464.post-91090724747669014092014-09-29T00:00:00.000+01:002014-09-29T00:00:03.036+01:00What's important is you are going...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Changes. Daunting isn't it? Human are wired to get used to things, another human being, materials; we are wired to get attached to what's familiar. The sheer thought of changes would make us feel uncomfortable. I know certain changes literally make me want to crawl into bed, under the cover and never want to face reality.<br />
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I tend to forget that while changes may seem scary but it will bring positive impact to your life. Perhaps the impact won't be immediate, sometimes not even obvious but it will always turn out to be how it was meant to be. One major problem of <b>CHANGOPHOBIA</b> is human associate change with leaving the comfort zone and that is synonym with bad.<br />
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Yes, it is scary and you will get lost at first. So lost that you are not sure what you wanted and everywhere you turn, you don't seem to belong; so lost that your inner peace no longer serve its intended purpose; so lost that you seemed like a spirit, watching your helpless self struggle to make sense of everything. Your heart break into a billion pieces and nothing seem right nor will it be right.<br />
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The sad news is everyone went through the same thing one time or another, one change or multiple changes (at the same time) seem like an invisible hand that grab hold of your whole world and shake it like a snow globe. What's different with your life and a snow globe is nothing in your life is glued down. The life as you know it seemed like a dream and that change just bursted your dream bubble.<br />
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Now all you are left with is a raw version of yourself. It may come as a shock but the good thing about changes are you get to re-invent yourself, you get to evolve. Change serves as a reset button and what happens after the change is entirely up to you.<br />
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So, grab hold of change's horn and make the most out of it. There are days when it gets tough and this is when you have to tell yourself - " <b>Just keep going, you have to keep going, going where? It doesn't matter. What's important is you are going. Eventually it will get better.</b>"<br />
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I had been stuck in the same rut for the past year, a rut that was initially a change that I welcomed. Even though I took it as a life experience, frankly I doubted myself every single day. I kept asking questions similar to " When is it going to be different?" Things are especially hard when I felt completely useless not contributing to the society that I imagined I would be. One thing that kept me sane is the same mantra I tell myself everyday, I have to keep going; keep doing things that I am passionate about. I write and write, I travelled then I write, I meet new people who are inspiration to my writing. I invested my time online writing this blog and writing offline. I signed up a new language course to widen my language skill and also to improve on my English.<br />
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All I need was a change to break the routine. I got my changes. I am now a contributing member of this society. And guess what? Deep down, I don't want things to change. Classic human. Here I am, not happy about the rut I am in but the change that life provided, I am not too thrilled about it either. All because I am too comfortable in my comfortable-sweatpants mode.<br />
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Of course I changed into my equally comfortable jeans, accepted the change and say yes to everything. I am now still getting used to the changes but I've learned a lesson, when things are getting slightly routine, it is time to grab hold that snow globe of a life and give it a good shake. Don't forget that the sun has to set for it to rise again.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284092213890027249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375726178604191464.post-66353117719606095952014-09-17T00:00:00.000+01:002014-09-17T00:00:00.903+01:00The Perfect LOVE storyIts the classic story of Boy meets girl, Girl meets boy; Boy like girl, Girl is smitten with boy; one of them had to leave, leaving both with an empty feeling and hearts aching for answers, aching for each other.<br />
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The time together are precious as there is no time for nonsense. Chemistry is strong and passion is present. Attraction come hand-in-hand with lust. Oxytocin filled the days, endorphin rule the nights. Both drowned in a high better than drugs. The strong urge to validate all these emotions by getting in a relationship, to find out the compatibility.<br />
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Yes, all these could continue and turn into something very solid. While there are extreme positive in an uncertainty, there are also extreme negative as well. Though that doesn't stop us from dreaming how great things will be. <b>Life is only as good as the dreams are</b>, isn't it? Its the perfect LOVE story, with the right amount of affection, drama and tears. It is afterall a very popular plot in all romantic stories.<br />
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The future seems so bright and promising but it too seems very fragile and so out-of-reach. Doubts are often accompanied by hopes. Will things fizzle out or will it go stronger as the day passes? Questions after questions popping up, hurting the mind and pains the heart.<br />
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In this "Perfect Love Story", I've learned the not-so-perfect me and the perfectly imperfect you. We both had a past that fits into each other, sharing empathy for each other after showing each other our side of the painful experience. You gave me a hug and said "You are forgiven.", in your arms I found comfort, I found forgiveness, I found closure. From my words, you believe that you are able to take the first step away from your previous betrayal.<br />
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We may be placed in each other's life to love each other or we may be there just to help each other. But no matter what the Spaghetti monster has in store for us, I want you to know that I will love you and you have a huge place in my heart.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07284092213890027249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375726178604191464.post-40401439088311511172014-09-05T00:00:00.000+01:002014-09-05T00:00:02.385+01:00Eternity<br />
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Celui qui, quand elle passe, sait doucement l'embrasser</div>
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Pourra toute sa vie en profiter.</div>
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One of the many perks of having your best friend living in a different country? You always have a valid reason to visit that city. This year, for my birthday I decided on a spontaneous trip to Bangkok. This is probably the most spontaneous trip I had thus far. Planning, research and execution took less than 12 hours. I wasn't that interested in getting to know Bangkok through the many sights and great temples Bangkok has to offer, I am more interested in spending those few days just being with her. Its like London all over again but with warm weather and a car.</div>
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There are lots of food involved. MANGO. GLUTINOUS RICE. INTERNAL ORGANS. CAKE. FRENCH TOAST. WINE. FISH CAKES. COCONUT. FRÜH. COFFEE. Did I mentioned that I devoured 2 entire mangoes by myself? I am born to live in Thailand.</div>
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My takeaway from this trip? Great snacks, yet another great memory with Pretty Girl and this lesson - <b>"The best things that happened in our lives are never planned."</b></div>
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