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Opposite of what we had years back but I don't mind. I don't intend to know your whatabouts, whereabouts and what have you after you have disrespected my parents which I HAVE NEVER DONE TO YOURS.
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let me tell you what it's like.
i was eating dinner a while ago and out of habit i thought, i wonder if papa is still allowed to eat shrimp? then just like that, it grips you. it sneaks from behind and takes a hold of you. so you cry because that's the only thing that makes sense right now. you cry for a while more until you suddenly stop. why are we crying again?
ahh, you remember. because at this very moment, papa is lying on a stainless, cold table. lifeless. it's very difficult to imagine because just a few hours ago, he was still there. warm. breathing. maybe the whole thing is not true. it's just probably one of those scenarios you run through your mind once in a while to prepare for the unexpected. hmmm. denial is a happy place. a deep lake. peaceful and healing on the surface. don't scan the depth.
but something just keeps reminding you of reality. all the black clothes tightly packed in a bag. a plane ticket home. tonight. short notice. it's true, he's gone. wake up, wake up! so you remind yourself that you have to start moving on without him. and there's the real killer. how do you move on? move on from the first and only man who loves you truly. impossible.
so you don't move on, you stay there. because honestly, what does moving on mean? you search for the answer, you overthink, you feel numb. drained. acceptance is a dark and scary place. a deep ocean. an endless horizon. a bottomless pit.
grief. it comes and goes. small waves, big waves. stealthily, noisily. what can i tell you about grief? nothing really. denial is a bliss. denial. denial. denial. a happy place.
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| MemcacheD Update |
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Just wanted to let everyone know, that a new version of MemcacheD has been released. We will be rolling this out to the memcache nodes during the week of July 20th to 24th. This should have very little impact on the stability of the website; however users may see a slight increase in load times as the cache is re-populated with entries.
The software has been tested and verified to be working just fine with the application; so we perceive this to be a very minimal risk in regards to updating, and the stability of the website.
Thanks...
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can anyone explain to me the requirements to be a CNA in Massachusetts?
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[15 Jul 2009|10:51pm] |

Can't wait for my orders: The Passion by Jeanette Winterson Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit by JW
AND THE BEST OF ALL:
HISTORY OF LOVE by Nicole Krauss.
Right now, I'm reading The God of Small Things. The book is a Very Lovely Surprise :)
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[14 Jul 2009|02:41pm] |
One by one, my then bestest guy friends are getting married.
One down!
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[12 Jul 2009|11:59am] |
I don't need a boy to make me happy nor do I need a man to complete me since my friends are all here as my family but then again when they all start being in a relationship, get married and have their own family to call for themselves - which family am I going to end up with?
Just myself.
Fine, Where is this man?
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hi there - I'm a student nurse, I just signed up for my first clinical rotation, and it's at the VA hospital in my city.
this may be a ridiculous question, but for religious reasons I don't do things like stand up for the national anthem, pledge alliegence, salute(?), and all the rest. is this going to be an issue working at a VA hospital, or am I being paranoid? I've never even set food inside one so I really have no idea. even in public high school I occasionally got screamed at for sitting (politely and quietly) during the pledge, and I'm just curious if I have more of that to look foreward to during this experience.
I hope it goes without saying that I intend to commit myself to being the best student I can and providing the best care possible wherever I'm at, and I'm not trying to be controversial or start debate (either here or god-forbid at my clinical.)
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first few days at the new office has that same happy yet pained feeling when wearing brand new shoes.
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| Sunday Secrets |
[05 Jul 2009|12:01am] |
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http://postsecret.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunday-secrets.html

PostSecret is an ongoing community art project where people mail in their secrets anonymously on one side of a postcard.

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I feel sorry for those who do think this was the time of their life. They have around 60 years after this without a better time.






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I always count how many seconds I pee, too. And if I pee less than 7 seconds I get the feeling the peeing was not worth it.



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I sent in the secret about my art meaning something to anyone other than myself. The postmark is probably Charlotte. I never imagined it would make it up there! It was quite a terrifying experience, because my aunt is a gossip, and she works at the post office.
Anyway, when I looked earlier, there was a snippet of an e-mail message underneath the postcard image, and when I checked back today, it was gone. I would like to say that it provided me a great deal of comfort and understanding. It sparked a revelation in me.













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Dear Frank,
I have been an avid follower of PostSecret for many years now. When I saw the tattoo a woman got of one of the secrets--"We accept the love we think we deserve"--I knew that I wanted a PostSecret tattoo, as well.
I waited patiently every week for the secret that jumped out at me, went to PostSecret events and followed you on Twitter.
I found my PostSecret quote, and the funniest part is it was written on the envelope in which their secret was contained, and yet, the minute I read it I knew it was mine. . .

More Secrets & Stories - Follow PostSecret on Twitter.
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