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Cor blimey, I taste like Tea. I am a subtle flavour, quiet and polite, gentle, almost ambient. My presence in crowds will often go unnoticed. Best not to spill me on your clothes though, I can leave a nasty stain. What Flavour Are You?

and if im not my usual tea, im...

I am Vanilla Flavoured. I am one of the most popular flavours in the world. Subtle and smooth, I go reasonably with anyone, and rarely do anything to offend. I can be expected to be blending in in society. What Flavour Are You?

Quizzes

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Capelli

I have a reason to believe that all of us keep signs and symbols of anything representing something interesting or important in our life. Some of us also keep immaterial representations, like an idea or an event; but most of us keep material ones. Say for example, keepsakes (stuff toys, flowers, what have you) from special someones as symbols of love for the other.

I kept one for myself. I will not directly declare what it was for everybody saw it with me. I kept it for a few months. For others it may seem to be just an expression of myself or an immitation of a famous foreign stint. Instead it was a symbol "perfetto" for me.

It represented something I held most dear, something of immense value. Although it was unknown to me that it held meaning, after a couple of months of tending did it dawn to me that it held significance much more than its physical manifestation.

It represented suffering, mine. A masochist I am not. I knew this is a suffering of love for my neighbor. This is the life that I lead. I was given this phrase to live for my life.

"That there is no greater love than to lay one's life for his friends."

Most difficult. To continuously deny oneself for another. To be nothing for the other to be everything. During those moments, these words were bestow meaning to that symbol, and the longer I kept it, the intensity of that suffering increases. A meaningful suffering. When I am nothing, I am.

How much to I have to endure this? How much do I have to suffer for a friend?

I no longer keep that symbol. I've cut it off. Thrown it down the drain. It does not mean that I suffer no more. It only means that I'm over keeping symbols.

So what's my resolve to the matter at hand?

Until the end. For my Ideal is my only Good.

Not To Be

Driving fast I knew I wasn't alone
With my full attention we tread this path
Stepping on the gas we sped away
Uncertain of what's ahead... my wrath

Further on, harder I went
Then the thickest fog swept across my face
I'm already this far, should I turn back?
No matter, I charged on following her trace

But alas! I was mistaken
Unready for this misty cold
I cannot see further then my body numbed
Foolish! Why have you been so bold

What now? What should I do?
I'm so anxious and perplexed
Fear is not my friend, but now I'm scared
To go on, I will see what I dread

Carefully, I stepped off finding others
I put on my smile, at its best
How far will I keep this masquerade
When will my unease give me rest

I must have been alone all the while
Now I dare travel the farthest sea
What is it like to never yearn
Sink down to the water's depths and never be.

Comportarsi

Come posso comportarmi
Davanti a te Lilly mia
Veramente sono perso.

Sto nel buio più scuro che avevo visto
Ed adesso vorrei solo una luce
Che viene attraverso di te
Dammi la spinta di continuare
A vivere la sola vita che ho

Non potresti immaginare
Come sta soffrendo il cuore mio
Come tante volte
Cadono delle tentazioni
Attorno a me

E solo l'amore tuo
Che mi può alzare
Da questa debolezza.

Perso

Where in heavens do I go? Somebody help me.

Moments ago, directions lead me the way. Now Im lost in the matrix of the vast ocean.

The way, yes! THE way, I know. do you? Here's the deal, there's no more deal.

So where in heavens do I go? Please help me, anybody.

I think the Punx just died.

Punx not dead is history

Prodigal-ness

The story of the prodigal son is a narration that revolves mainly around two main characters, the father and the prodigal son, most of you know this. Although there is another son, I will not dwell on him in this piece.

Most of us will relate personal experiences with that of the "son", who always thinks that he has a way of his own. Swaying from the love of the father, a love that is unconditional, a love that sets us free.

The narration tells us this, that no matter who we were, are and will be, the "father" will always be there to welcome us whenever we need him. His love surpasses our being. And no matter what we want in life, he'll give us our due when we ask for it. With it, we are free to do whatever we please, just like the prodigal son who spent some of his days on earthly matters. Whenever we go away he'll be waiting for us everyday to return. He'll be looking far into the horizon, waiting even for just a faint glimpse of our shadow. And when he finds us, he'll be welcoming us, giving the best of his richness no matter how much we feel unworthy of his love.

However, by some wisp of thought, I came to experience the other hand of the story. That of the father's. Although I know for sure that my love cannot really match that of the father's, I am sure that it is the kind of love willing am I to give, that which is unconditional, that which will set the other free. And just like the father's: no deadlines for returning.

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I hope that my son knows this.

I don't know where my prodigal son be right now neither what kind of things he be doing as of the moment. The only thing I understand is he be having problems of his own and trying to deal with them with his best. I just hope that he will not sink down to eating pig shit.

Just like in the story, I will be waiting everyday outside my door under all circumstances just to catch a glimpse of him. And when I do see him back, I will definitely give him the warmest of my embrace of welcome, put out the best of my robes to clothe him, put the most expensive ring in his finger.

Lastly I will have the fattest cattle slaughtered for the big feast of having my prodigal son back for there was a time when I thought that she was dead, but now is alive and is with me.

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