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She was all in smiles, with a renewed hope to make each day a beautiful one. Her happiness and laughter concealed the fact that she was suffering deep inside. She suppressed all her fears and kept on fighting despite the odds.
She was awaiting to start a new life with her husband, they had just collected the house keys and they were excited to begin a new journey with each other. The news came – she had ovarian cancer – everything broke down into pieces. Her life once shinning ahead of her, now in a thousand shards.
She began another journey instead – to be an inspiration to all young women going through cancer. She started a blog, WeAreWonderWomen.com and kept records of her fight against cancer. She did not seek respite in the darkness to escape it all, instead, light filled her world in colors.
She kept photos and memories of the people she met, she never failed to put on a smile despite knowing that her days are coming to an end. Her bravery and courage has touched the hearts of many, and it will continue to do so while she smiles from the heavens above.
I learnt a new lesson in life today… to take everything positively no matter what happens… to treasure each moment.. not matter how small or big… that life has to offer to us.
I hope it will serve as a source of strength for those in suffering. You are not alone, and you will never be alone.
http://wearewonderwomen.com
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Luvie is missing 🙁 it ran away. hope it comes back soon.
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Looking
At Her
Curvy Body
Flowing Hair
Brushing across
Her Shoulders
I Feel Like Caressing
Her Fragile Body
To Take Her Away
To Another Place
Where Only Two of Us
Can be Together
Just Two of Us
No One Else…
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Manufactured
In the Factory
Labeled and Classified
Into Different Purposes
Defects Thrown
Out of The System
The Invisible Hands
Control the Machinery
We All Are Nothing
But
Products of Society
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Is there love?
Is love out of necessary?
Is love out of a visual feast?
Is love out of anything?
I am starting not to understand the concept of love, in fact, thinking of it makes me lose it. The pragmatic application of love in our modern context as demolished the notion of true love.
Is there such a thing that even exist? Is love illusionary? I think it is because it is invisible. Then why are women trading their bodies with money if there is such a thing as love? Why are people trying to “buy” love into their lives when it isn’t real?
Is there even a thing such as love? Or is it an excuse invented by men for engaging in lustful activities for procreation. Or it is it biologically inbuilt in us to love one and other so as not to destroy each other? To ensure the continuity of the human race?
I seriously don’t understand what is Love and i will never will.
It is a pretty dam complicated world we live in.
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At ease with one.
By Tung Yue Nang
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We are the robots of the empire
We are programmed to make money
Manufactured by the factory system
We are identical dispensable beings
Made to serve the wills of our Masters
We are the nation of robots
We have no opinions
We are made this way
So our masters will stay in power forever.
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I changed the format of the page to make navigation through my blog easier for everyone.
Hope you like it.
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Nutjobber said…
My life is a dank pit of darkness from which there is no escape but for the encouraging thoughts of suicide…and though self-mutilation is most certainly in my future, have you guys seen the new HP laptop?
It’s crazy awesome!
Veronica said…
Oh my fucking god.
She writes alot, but doesn’t really say anything. I am having a really hard time reading rather than skimming.
mistercrowley said…
xBox, dude, this isn’t half as bad as what I used to write at some point, many years ago. Then I read some Sylvia Plath and realised that maybe there was a reason she killed herself.
prayingtodarwin said…
This is the funniest blog I’ve read all week!!! Wait, what do you mean it’s not a humor blog? Then why am I laughing so hard???
Averal: I am going to hide in my dark pit of darkness right about now.
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I got so seriously owned by The Bitter Mistress:
You know what I hate more than breaking a chip in the salsa? More than mechanics who think I need help filling a tire? More than the fact that the fat bastard that lives above me takes his morning shower at the EXACT SAME TIME as me, thereby using all of the hot water? Emo feminist bloggers who only have one or two posts on each page. Way to ensure that I’ll never read your missives about consumerism, love, the service industry, or stress again. Oh and how about a blog post that’s one big, fucking giant ad? I don’t care if you’re goddamn Mark Twain with a vagina, I despise one-post-per-page blogs and ad-like posts. I hate how this blog is nearly impossible to navigate due to the fact that, even if I had the desire to click “older posts,” it took me 20 minutes to figure out how to get to the home page (click on her name). I hate this blog so hard right now. I hate that I’m missing I Love the New Millennium: 2002 to write about how much I hate this blog.
The writing? It’s obtuse and pretentious only in the way a 20-year-old with “thoughts” can be, with only the fear of my cats eating my face off to prevent me from stabbing myself in the eyes repeatedly until I’m dead after reading them. Her posts are grammatically correct, but that’s about the only visceral response to them that I can muster. Maybe I’m old and jaded, but I just can’t get excited about 2 dozen posts that essentially boil down to “OMG, who am I? Where am I going? Why is the world fucked up? Get a free computer!” I’m not trying to be mean, but these are thoughts that every college kid has before they are brutally crushed by the weight of the real world. Yawn.
The blog design is nothing special, I’ve seen it used several times before, so the bottom half navigation thing doesn’t blow me away like it did 2 years ago when I first saw it. It’s minimalist, even a little beautiful, and I’d like it a lot more if post navigation wasn’t such a goddamn clusterfuck.
Your blog, therefore you’re introspective and cool. You’re cultured and worldly and you obviously have every right to besmirch the web with your crap. Uh, not really, poseur.
Resubmit when you graduate and start working a soul-crushing office job where everyone’s sleeping with each other and your cube neighbor has chronic flatulence.
Averal: I was fucking torn apart by Ask and Ye Shall Recieve
