tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82444741184429751842011-11-28T07:34:42.013+08:00be not angry that you cannot make others as you wish them to be, since you cannot make yourself as you wish to be. - Thomas A. Kempisalter-egohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00328472677409918837noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244474118442975184.post-61903866253849440332009-02-27T17:08:00.003+08:002009-02-27T18:13:28.845+08:00

It's hard to admit one's fault. It's harder to admit that one indeed has a fault at all. But it is easy enough for anyone to declare and admit to the whole world the opposite - make a proclamation of praises for oneself to the public of the best qualities he has to offer. Throwing humility and modesty out the window, he categorically states what and how he is supposed to be perceived. An oral

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A little appreciation would make it all better. A simple thank you. A kiss. Or even a hug. The simple things that make everything all worth it -- the suffering and the pain.

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A little bit of courtesy goes a long way. And how far it would stretch depends on its sincerity.

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All of us have gone through the formative stages of life. It may have come early to some, or even later. As long as it comes, you can't have gotten through life reaching this day and age without knowing how you came about.There are significant characters that influence one's growth. And all of them gave you something one way or the other. Some may have made you stronger, some made you weak. Some

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Irony. It does not make life any easier. It's not as easy as it seems. It does not make life as it is. It does not offer you much choice. It always gives you something in between to choose. Rather than focusing on what is, what's not has to come intervene. Count your blessings, is what we always say. And then something else happens. Keeping you repressed with the burst of elation waiting to

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What works does not necessarily mean it is what's best. It does not for sure mean that there are no other approach to effectively reach a goal. There are better and more efficient ways. And what works does not necessarily mean it is your one hundred and one percent.Prioritizing and compartmentalizing different aspects of your life, part of it you would willingly give more than you can offer,

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What if the world were a little more perfect? There would have been less stuff to fix and a lot more room for progress. There would be a whole helluva lot more people happy and a lot less people coming into any form of personality disorder brought about by trauma or life's unfavorable choices -- less harm, less agony and less hatred.Come to think of it, if the world were a little more perfect,

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There will always be a time in a person's life when one looks back to each and every chapter. Perhaps, inspired by the commencement of another year, or even perhaps, just simply reevaluating where, when and what had happened to have been built the way a person is.Once a chapter ends, another one is supposed to begin. But the dilemma comes in when the chapter has been made to end, when in truth,

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It is quite awe-inspiring to think of new things, changes and improvements come new year's day. Itemizing down each and every little thing that went wrong over the past year, writing it on a scratch paper, without any intention to be kept and preserved for whatever purpose. Everything shall be charged to experience anyway. What's done is done. It is indeed such a waste to cry over spilled milk.On

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don't be sad, i'm here.i always will be.Said the extraordinary man to the grieving woman upon hearing her tears drop onto the wooden floor in her empty room.

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it would have been so nice to spend the holidays with you, by your side. with your arms around mine, i am home.Said the grieving woman, stuck in a place she has been all her life, to the man who made her feel this way for the very first time.

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The age of settling down has come. For most, once a person of a certain degree of proximity within the age-range has become engaged or has gotten married, is another milestone passing by. For those who are single, they suddenly hope, hanging for dear life to the thinnest thread, that they meet "the one" to settle down with. For those who are attached, they come to thinking whether they are

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The best things in life are definitely free.A simple pat on the back for a job well done.A sincere smile from a stranger you passed by along your path.A nice long warm bath.A jovial hello from an old friend.A moment in the arms of a loved one.A tender kiss filled with promise.And just a simple "I' m sorry." from the one who caused you so much pain.

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Nobody wants to show the truth. If one choose to do so, it is most of the time sugar-coated.Sugar-coated truth is even worse than half-truth or lies. It changes the actual tenor of what in fact is the truth. Simply put, it's a futile attempt to keep the receiving end from the pain that comes with it. The stench of truth, it really stinks.It is a fact that each and every person in this world is

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