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Tips on Surviving a ‘One-Sided’ Breakup

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Are you going through a bad one-sided break-up? Are you listening to sad songs in loops? Have you been remembering all the joyous moments you spent just thinking about the look she gave you three weeks ago, which certainly meant she was madly in love with you? If the answer is yes, then don’t worry we have help for you. What was that? You don’t know what a one-sided breakup is? Then this article’s not for you. Go do something better with your life like Tinder or whatever. You still want to know? OK, a one-sided breakup is where you get the final nailed-on confirmation from your one-sided love interest that she’s not into you. And she never will be. (This part is important!) Look, she was never into you to begin with but you always harboured hope. Whenever she passed a smile or even a glance at you, you started thinking of all the lovely grandchildren you’d have with her. But then one day she starts seeing someone else. You’re still hopeful because that guy is an asshole, eve

Sunscreen

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Ladies and gentlemen of the class of 2007, drink beer. If I had to offer you one advice for the future, beer would be it. The long term benefits of beer have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense that advice now... Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; never mind, you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine. Do one thing everyday that scares you Sing Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself. Remember the compliments you receiv

Mean Machine

Everyone has their stories of some incidents or the other with their ATM machines. The other day, my friend left his card in the card slot of a nearby ATM thinking he had collected it while the machine had gobbled it up without ...erm...a beep. Today I had a brush with the same teller machine. I went to collect some cash (obviously!) and was in a bit of a hurry when this happened. After inserting the card, our conversation (me and the machine) went something like this. The words in bracket are my thoughts at the time... ATM: Do you want a printed receipt? Me: No (I care for the environment.) ATM: Receipts may not be printed . Do you want to continue? Me: Yes (When did I say I wanted them in the first place?) ATM: Receipts may not be printed . Do you want to continue? Me: Yes (For heaven sake! I'm getting late here.) ATM: Receipts may not be printed . Do you want to continue? Me: Yes (If you ask one more time, I'm gonna smash you and take the cash.....AND the receipt

The parting song

When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew your cheek and cold, Colder your kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Your vows are all broken, And light is your fame; I hear your name spoken, And share in its shame. They name you before me, A knell to my ear; A shudder comes over me Why were you so dear? They know not I knew you, Who knew you too well Long, long shall I rue you, Too deeply to tell. In secret we met-- In silence I grieve, That your heart could forget, Your spirit deceive. If I should meet you After long years, How should I greet you? With silence and tears.

Its A Goodbye

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My hands are cold tonight again All their warmth is gone The scarlet of my face Has turned pale yellow I wander alone till dawn It was wonderful till it lasted But this moment had to come You had to go On your separate way Our journey together is done I hope you would cherish The times we spent together But the merry bird has sung And flew away  Leaving behind a feather

I did not die!

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Don't stand on my grave and cry O dear love, I did not die I remain with the winds that blow I wriggle through the rocks  with the rivers that flow I shine with the glint of snow I rise with plants that grow I'll be there always around you Though not in this form But a thousand others Pray, don't waste a precious tear I just appear and disappear So don't stand there, on my grave and cry I'm still here, I did not die

Wind and Window Flower

one of my favourites of Robert Frost... Lovers, forget your love, And list to the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze. When the frosty window veil Was melted down at noon, And the caged yellow bird Hung over her in tune, He marked her though the pane, He could not help but mark, And only passed her by To come again at dark. He was a winter wind, Concerned with ice and snow, Dead weeds and unmated birds, And little of love could know. But he signed upon the sill, He gave the sash a shake, As witness all within Who lay that night awake. Perchange he half prevailed To win her for the flight From the firelight looking-glass And warm stove-window light. But the flower leaned aside And thought of naught to say, And morning found the breeze A hundred miles away.

Pretty Face

O pretty face let me be next to you today i always wished us to be together together from dawn till dusk from nadir till zenith from the moment i saw you till the moment i see nothing Who knows where life takes us as we move on whether i'll be there caressing your temples and feeling your sweet presence mingled in the aura of love love, filling the emptiness between us and the stars who knows... If today, you go away nothing will change in this world but there will be no world for me like a thirsty person in the midst of an ocean dying for a drop of life i would wander pale and blue just to have a sight of you powered by performancing firefox

Avant Garde

Costard caused widespread consternation in the German art scene with his short debut film Warum hast du mich wachgeküsst (Why did you kiss me awake?) in 1967. With a moving camera the moviewatcher enters a room. In a mirror he witnesses how a young naked girl keeps the camera under her arm. She opens a drawer, leaves the camera inside and closes it. The spectator is captured in darkness. A masterpiece in only three minutes, according to the critics. When the employees of the theatre turned on the lights, the audience was outraged as they felt they still were in that drawer and now the spell was broken; avant garde cinema at its best.