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I wrote this dark poem during my internship in Shell, Oct 18, 2002 to be exact. I felt a mumbo-jumbo of frustrations for various reasons. A lot of it had to do with how people looked at me, or how I perceived that people look at me. There's this pressure to excel in a field I had no passion for. There's this expectation that people have of me, giving me shoes I couldn't possibly fill. There's

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This song was written during one of the darkets moments in my life. Things seemed bleak, having gone from bad to worse. I felt so helpless that I couldn't stop the pain, the angst, and deteriorating situation. I loved them and had never stopped praying for that ray of light. Yet, on that day, it seemed like all hope was lost. The walls, they seemed to laugh at me, scorn at me. Was all in vain?

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My very first (and only) attempt at a Mother's Day poem. How I got around to this was, my younger brother came up to me one day and said that he needed me to help him choose a Mother's Day card--one with 'nice' words. I don't know what made me do it, but I just told him there and then that I'd write the words for him instead. Forgive me, Mafor these handsthat weren't there to help you stand,for

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Love is the setting of the sun [= beauty]Love is the tranquil flow of a river [= abundance]Love is the flight of geese [= unison]Love is the playful romp of two puppies [= strong bond, bursting with life, cheering each other on]Love is the falling of a star [sacrifice]

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Thank you, A2J, for the opportunity to be the cell's broadcaster for almost 2 years, through which I have enjoyed revelling in my passion for creativity - for the cell, for God. I had great, nostalgic moments. Now, having moved on, I do hope the best not for the cell, nor for the church, but for you as individuals and my companions of the time.

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What is IIF? One of Intel's core corporate values is to ensure a 'safe, clean and injury free workplace' for its employees and contractors, hence, the "Incident and Injury Free" motto. Various programs are held in-house each year to maintain awareness and share best practices where safety is a concern. One of which, is the "IIF poster contest" back in 2004. Quote from the organizer: "...the most

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Created during the wait for a break :( A storm is brewing...It's been so long...People don't write, do they? ~Waiting for your return, ladyG~

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Sure doesn't look like 2D of Gorillaz - har har har!

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In an attempt to self-motivate while at work, I created this piece that says LOUDLY what every employer wants to hear: "I Love My Job!". The idea was to stare at all the values (Precise, Exciting, Informed, Relevant, Professional, Customer-focused) that seemed to dance around the phrase, sort of 'plug' them into me brains through me eyes, then 'play' them out at work. I don't think it worked.

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I created this piece at that point in my life when I told myself that I needed to move on. It was hard, and I kept holding on to what was slipping from my fingers. Little did I realize that staring longingly at that empty corner had stopped me from looking around the room. No, the room ain't big but, hey, I found another very interesting corner :)

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I created this in response to Ogilvy's "Raise your sights! Blaze new trails! Compete with the immortals!" :)Leap like you defy gravity...Run like you have wings...Fight the good fight.Anything for a cause ~www.rebelz.com

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There I go again, wishin' I was someplace else. This is really getting to me -I'm losing it, I know. Everyday is a drag day to me. Bought a couple of CDs, .. a pair of bangles... a really humorous book.. and even straightened my hair.. but I'm still not happy. Ah well, not entirely, that is. They're like drugs -they make you euphoric but only for the moment. There's this nagging feeling that

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Why do you hang out? Why do we prefer to hang out with certain friends and not with other friends? When do acquaintances become friends, and when do friends become acquaintances? My answers to these questions led me to discover why I am the way I am now, and I cannot be the Champ of the Hangin’ Out-ers. Confused? Ah, let’s keep it that way then. Here are my thoughts on the possibilities:Why you

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180-degree spinTrying times. Big decisions, big intentions, big dreams, big jump, big swing, big step, big 180 degrees spin... and big uncertainties. Who can tell where the wind will blow next? Who can tell if the walls of Jericho would fall once again? Who can tell if the Goliaths in front of me would fall flat with a swing of a pebble? Who can tell if water would gush out of the rock? Or if

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Hello, Mr Luck!Isn't it sad, that many of us just live without a single thought about the grace bestowed upon us everyday? We even take for granted (or "forget"?) that we wouldn't be breathing if not for grace. While others remain nonchalant, some of us are humble enough to credit our unexpected well-being to "luck" -Thank you, Mr Luck. I pray you visit me again next time. Can Mr Luck hear you?

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SCREWED. We all are...Yep, that's how we feel, when things go shitty and, worse, beyond our control.Customer: How come you sell shitty products?Sales: Whoah, don't look at me, I didn't create the thing. Ask marketing!Marketing: See? I knew this was coming even before the thing got out. But what are we to do? We pushed for better specs, but the R&D folks aren't exactly cooperative. Sue them!R&D:

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I have always believed that one day I will be able to use where I am as a stepping stone to get into the world of ad agencies.I have always thought that something greater awaits me, over there, beyond yonder hills.I used to say to myself, that I would do anything, ANYTHING for Ogilvy's brood of firms, if I ever got the chance to work for them.Surely there are territories out there that are simply

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The man I loveKnew... I was the one even at first sightIs himself, an imitator of noneSings me tunes that last foreverBreaks the walls of a guarded heartMakes me smile and giggle out loudDrives me crazy in love each dayShowers his all and puts me firstEmbraces me tight each time I slippedSends kisses miles awayCarries my picture in his heartHas his scars – to prove he loves meKnows not to give up

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Ode to my brother. Wish things could be the same as before.My sunshine was once prettyWith you and I laughing sillyAt blue Mondays, flying cows and the bright orange moon.You were so pretty, warm and funny as can beI wonder if you knew I loved you soWe had sunshine on our faces, I wish it never had to goWhy won’t you let sunshine live again?The memories they’re so vividI could almost hear you

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Are we united via worldwide paradox?Ever smirked at a disheveled bloke with bright studs? Or shot that disapproving leer when a heavily tattooed creature emerges through that door? Or even edged slightly-yet somewhat uncomfortably-away when the dude next to you hasn’t got a color matched to your skin tone? Who’s the bad guy now? Many times we judge a book by its cover. We think all sharp-suited,

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They were the most adorable creatures I’ve every met. We were the ultimate threesome. The indispensable “Charlie’s Angels”… the inseparable Power Puffs … the whatever that comes in three. Each of us distinctively different with our own unique persona, yet somehow united by our strongest characters—we were young, we were creative, we were risk-takers, we were rebels, we were hard-workers, we were

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Days turn to nights in the blink of an eye...It's the same every day and night that you just feel so sick of how the air tastes so stale. I must have misplaced life. I must have turned the wrong corner. I must have stumbled on a stray rock. ... or haven't I?People say God lets things happen for a reason. If that's the case, today, I'm still not sure what the reasons are.Questions after questions,

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