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A Tribute to My By-gone Lover (3)
You plan on moving to the city where I work and live.
You talk about how your parents will love me.
You show me to all your friends.
You make sure your friends like me and take special care of me as you do.
You include me in all your future plans.
You have many nicknames for me, all so endearing.
You type more lines than I do when we chat online, and when I have to go, I'll have to wait till you finish your many farewells and smileys.
You keep an eye on me when we are with a group of people.
You say yes to all my proposals for our time out.
You play along with all the stupid games I initiate and make sure I have fun.
You inspire me to want to do all I can to make you happy and proud of what I do.
You spoil me more than my parents.
You gave me everything you were capable of giving me.
But all in all, it's the love, the commitment you made, that mattered most.
All of this I can not return, and I have no idea how much longer I have to be tortured with guilt and regrets. My fondest hope can only be that you'll eventually find a girl who's more worthy than me, who will celebrate everyday with you and fulfill all the beautiful dreams you once had with me.
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A Tribute to My By-gone Lover
You think my snores are cute.
You jump in the shower first to see if the water is warm enough for me.
You take it for granted that you should pay for us both.
You would tighten your belt at hard times and won't take my money.
You are generous with me and your friends and thrifty with yourself.
When we buy drinks, you let me choose two flavors I both wanna try, in case I don't like mine and can have yours.
You stopped eatting spicy food when you learned I don't eat it though you used to love it.
You never forget to help me with the food when we eat together.
You take care of the directions and lead me by my hand when we go out together.
You make me a kid, and more and more of a kid.
You tell me to take more sleep in the morning, while you go out to buy me breakfast and kiss me with your cold lips to wake me up when you're back.
You let me stay in and wait for you to take back the food when it's too cold or hot outside.
The one time you asked me to stay there and ran to me in the tremendous snow, my heart shivered when I saw your eyebrows all covered with frost.
You smiled and cautioned me to take care of myself when I told you I was dating other guys on our break.
You always put me in front of yourself.
You want to have a baby girl that looks just like me.
You wish to go travelling with me.
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A Tribute to My By-gone Lover (1)
Three years, one year together, two years over the distance, difficult perseverence to an empty end. Yet random memories scattered in the corners linger, and come back to haunt me in each silent night and emotional holidays like this.
You wouldn't let go until I agreed to go out with you.
You sound thrilled every time I give you a call or a text.
You always arrive early on our dates.
You'd smile at me when you catch the sight of me.
You insist on taking my hand in yours at any time.
You pull me behind you when crossing the road.
You encourage me rather than discourage me.
You like to kiss a big cross on my face.
You tell me I look best without makeup.
You don't like me to die my hair or paint my nails.
You make me think I can look worst in front of you and you wouldn't give a damn; I can be the craziest and you'd still cheer me on, and you still love me as I am.
You adore my hands, feet and toes.
You'd even praise my breasts which I feel self-conscious about.
You make me happy with being myself.
When I speak to you, you either play with my fingers or look at me full of love.
You'd kiss my tears off, softly.
You like to surprise me.
You bring snacks and sweets to find me in the library and sit besides me, watching me while I read.
You keep getting me yogurt and jelly, things I used to love, until they gross me out.
You learned to make jelly yourself and made a stack of it for me.
You care what I love and what I hate.
You save up meagre salary to take me out for a decent meal.
You order more than I could eat.
You call me several times a day.
You always let me hang up the phone first.
When we have a fallout, you keep calling me and sending me texts until I give it up.
You panic when I cry.
You know how sensitive I am and stay clear of all the other girls.
You never shouted at me or lost your cool with me.
You took a knife with you when picking me up at night.
You insist on walking me home and then running to catch the last bus every night.
You always ride an hour's bus to come to my school rather than letting me go to you.
You disclose your childish facade to nobody but me.
You'd text me to tell me how much you miss me and hope I'm there when you are hanging out with your friends.
You show understandings to my parents' evil remarks to you.
You take them all over when you see me carrying heavy bags.
You let me sleep in the inner side of the bed.
19 de noviembre de 2011
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"blow a gasket(casket?)" what does it mean?
In "The Sopranos" a mafia captain kicks the bucket sitting on the toilet. Another one is offered his position but asks: "I need to know that it was not just because somebody was constipated and blew a casket." In this context what does the phrase "blow a casket" mean? Then the other day I came across another phrase in a movie "blow a gasket", do the two have similar implications? I assume they have something to do with pissing somebody off. In the movie the context is about how A accuses B of inappropriate behaviors which would have made his dead father "blow a gasket" if he'd know. So does this only apply to dead ppl? Please help solve my puzzles. Thx.
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First notebook entry: Introducing myself
I'm a big fan of English. It's both my major and my hobby. I love to be exposed to an English environment fuelled with English contents, such as English songs, poems, movies, news, etc. In fact, I'm considering moving to an English speaking country sometime or studying abroad. I just love this language.
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