tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14219809469298581162024-03-13T10:15:15.715+08:00SPACESANDBARSfirrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06050142722039327589noreply@blogger.comBlogger175125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421980946929858116.post-46285949977576083482012-02-13T00:51:00.007+08:002012-02-13T01:28:23.527+08:002012 GOALSreach goal weight<br />
train cardio<br />
to overcome fear of water // learn how to swim!<br />
new glasses<br />
to own a decent camera Olympus PEN<br />
blackberry bold2 as a second phone <span style="color: #444444;"><i><span style="color: #999999;">oh how i miss you 23BCF058 which ive traded sold it out to get my current SII :'( </span></i></span><br />
owns a corset // relieves backpain<br />
consider Lasix surgery<br />
vacation with best friend <br />
grow <i><span style="color: #999999;">[healthy and shiny]</span> </i>hair<br />
transferred back to Penangfirrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06050142722039327589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421980946929858116.post-49028077639274832592011-08-19T23:46:00.000+08:002011-08-19T23:46:04.507+08:00what i just dont get is that why does the male species just had the tendency urge to break everything off every time when there's an disagreement or even a little tiny weeny row.<br />
<br />
i thought we should work it and tolerate each other? <br />
<br />
and they're claiming that they're such simple species. to hell with that.<br />
they're the ones who are beyond imaginable outer space complexity here.firrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06050142722039327589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421980946929858116.post-2170600821434142022011-08-19T21:55:00.000+08:002011-08-19T21:55:58.446+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRr6pACGDDXT42V8oYDGBKw3BvnQ6CxJAhKXJ5MF1xWoHiVZOiu7gd1eGdtTSsdOhnjfsAMLD09wxH_8hUkrrrVzkerZzGnDdcfAG_Kj8Kfh7-0yvbrKugHTwD2Ypx_nnofTN7JqHRzSqc/s1600/tumblr_lpesdubuw91qi8t2go1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRr6pACGDDXT42V8oYDGBKw3BvnQ6CxJAhKXJ5MF1xWoHiVZOiu7gd1eGdtTSsdOhnjfsAMLD09wxH_8hUkrrrVzkerZzGnDdcfAG_Kj8Kfh7-0yvbrKugHTwD2Ypx_nnofTN7JqHRzSqc/s320/tumblr_lpesdubuw91qi8t2go1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://inmystrawberryfield.tumblr.com/post/8472484935" style="color: #cccccc;">source: inmystrawberryfield</a></div>firrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06050142722039327589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421980946929858116.post-87414539341677793032011-08-14T19:24:00.001+08:002011-08-14T19:24:46.587+08:00I hate the fact that men are such a visual creatures. I wonder what's the purpose of god created them that way anyway, other than making the female species life miserable and self-esteem killers.
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<br>And I hate the fact that I've to endure this stupid shit for as long as I'm a woman until the day I die.
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<br>Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry® Smartphonefirrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06050142722039327589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421980946929858116.post-72756394963926630442011-08-12T17:46:00.000+08:002011-08-12T17:46:03.760+08:00i can float anytime nowseriously Body, i super fucking loathe you.<br />
<br />
its bad enough for you not able to gain weight even 0.5kg even when my life depends on it, now you're shedding it even more.<br />
<br />
and i don't even have many to begin with but now that i lost awesomely a whole lot 6 kilos,<br />
<br />
why don't you just shed even more so that i can be left with only skin, veins, and eyeballs.<br />
i'd be much happier that way.<br />
<br />
thank you so much.firrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06050142722039327589noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421980946929858116.post-40419697851915732482011-08-09T23:35:00.002+08:002011-08-09T23:35:30.683+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvsB7blJlm2F60Z3T488gEnJqjADXmE6-jIptP3urF88KJVGvDy03ajmXO19O3z3Gldw1b7uE4Nat5DPNwZ7l6j53sPBoyF0IGx3jXZAw8DYSLA72JqA5rP3-JvLGel_l21Tyazh60DMP1/s1600/tumblr_lnmuipgtht1qa5dcno1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvsB7blJlm2F60Z3T488gEnJqjADXmE6-jIptP3urF88KJVGvDy03ajmXO19O3z3Gldw1b7uE4Nat5DPNwZ7l6j53sPBoyF0IGx3jXZAw8DYSLA72JqA5rP3-JvLGel_l21Tyazh60DMP1/s320/tumblr_lnmuipgtht1qa5dcno1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
aaaaaaaaa i want that hairrrrrrr...and that face. lolfirrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06050142722039327589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421980946929858116.post-65827708820889083592011-08-09T22:01:00.000+08:002011-08-09T22:01:59.340+08:00just when i had all the confidence in the world, you just had to burst my bubbles and make my self esteem drop down plummet like a meteor towards earth and vanish into thin air.firrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06050142722039327589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421980946929858116.post-57942440547485240832011-08-08T00:42:00.003+08:002011-08-08T01:06:49.077+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI4ymYg3EEg7LLefu2rSbjaIb45svtB1KIU7eodMOsnUsxTwPFmI0khxCLxdWteFyfOxeYp7TkqUJYWHyx10KTgbEA-RKF3GqynRyUJiQEz6WdfhSTDyQ8U5FU3f0eA_GRIaf0F3LgqImz/s1600/tumblr_ljhypcBi6K1qirngzo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI4ymYg3EEg7LLefu2rSbjaIb45svtB1KIU7eodMOsnUsxTwPFmI0khxCLxdWteFyfOxeYp7TkqUJYWHyx10KTgbEA-RKF3GqynRyUJiQEz6WdfhSTDyQ8U5FU3f0eA_GRIaf0F3LgqImz/s320/tumblr_ljhypcBi6K1qirngzo1_500.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><br />
i'd like to grow out my hair again<br />
for no particular reason<br />
and obviously i wont look as good as hers<br />
just that i feel like it<br />
somewhat bored with being mid-short now.<br />
lets just see how long can i go with this, this time. <br />
hopefully i'd get to really take good care of it unlike the last time round where its a total failure.<br />
but somehow i don't really feel like my hair is growing out :/<br />
its still like stuck at same slightly above shoulder.<br />
<br />
/sigh<br />
<br />
even my body is so up against my brain doing all sorts of the other way round instead with what my brain is thinking it would like to be.<br />
<br />
oh life.firrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06050142722039327589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421980946929858116.post-33528129311442634672011-08-08T00:22:00.002+08:002011-08-08T01:09:23.620+08:00see throughif only i could, <br />
i would like to know whats going on in your head<br />
when you said every word you said so that i would have no doubt in believing you <br />
<br />
if only i could,<br />
i would like to know what you're thinking<br />
when you're surrounded with all the pretty girls around you<br />
<br />
if only i could,<br />
i would like to know.<br />
<br />
but then again,<br />
its better this way i guess.<br />
<br />
i don't think i'm prepared to know it afterall.firrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06050142722039327589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421980946929858116.post-27527649980574010962011-08-07T03:36:00.005+08:002011-08-07T03:51:05.325+08:00behind barssaturday was my half day over-time, but it turns out somewhat haywire when i was trapped in my own house with no keys<br />
(i left it at my department in my overall's pocket on friday -_-)<br />
and so i couldn't get to work this morning.<br />
<br />
one of my housemate is in the house actually but she's sleeping so i wasnt really the type of person to wake people up just for my own mistake and so my god damn inner dark side says to not wake her up and skip work altogether -_-<br />
and so i texted my supervisor saying that i was trapped without any keys even my life depends on it. and surprisingly she didnt reply and guess what i went back to sleep...until 2.<br />
<br />
<br />
waking up to<i> lover boy's</i> text and saying that how bad i was not to go to work yadayada cause i was key-less yadayada and so he scolded me for being so irresponsible (yeahyeah) and saying that im a govern(ment) servant and saying that i shouldnt be doing such things following my bad inner desire(?) simply cause this is not the place for me to rebel or whatnot. since i could be giving the whole department a bad reputation since this case could get the whole department into trouble to the higher level and so yes that gave me a slap on my face.<br />
<br />
so again i was wondering why the hell my supervisor didnt reply me and turns out that i copied the wrong number (incomplete digit) from my main number (which was credit-less and i had to copy to my other number) this is the problem of having two lines geh orz<br />
<br />
and so yes she freaked out and asking me to go to work right that instance since she's afraid it could get us trouble ._.<br />
oh by the way our half-day overtime entitles us for morning shifts 8am-12pm. there is no such thing as afternoon shifts or whatnot for us. and on weekends, its a one-man-show, one person is in-charged on that day.<br />
<br />
so yeah i have no idea whether i could get my overtime claims or not :| <br />
<br />
its a record i worked my ass off from 233pm till 633pm on a saturday woot! <br />
<br />
man, i got some nerves.<br />
i dont really portray being a zombie-ish;-govern(ment)-slave now do i.<br />
heh.firrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06050142722039327589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421980946929858116.post-8177170486315332212011-08-01T13:20:00.002+08:002011-08-01T21:32:44.552+08:00This is becoming such a routine. <br />
<br />
And I'm getting sick of it <br />
<br />
Ugh <br />
<br />
I hate weekdays.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry® Smartphonefirrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06050142722039327589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421980946929858116.post-39786200669708054092011-08-01T01:38:00.002+08:002011-08-01T23:11:59.311+08:00Senyuman dia lagi menawan): <br />
<br />
That's what you said.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry® Smartphonefirrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06050142722039327589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421980946929858116.post-63941772755157614632011-07-31T00:34:00.001+08:002011-07-31T00:34:38.408+08:00Sometimes, sometimes I just wished that I have never met you.
<br>
<br>It hurts.
<br>
<br>I hate you.
<br>
<br>/stabstabstabstabstabs
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<br>Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry® Smartphonefirrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06050142722039327589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421980946929858116.post-33287799653467345322011-07-27T23:28:00.000+08:002011-07-27T23:28:16.404+08:00kids<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4vbKZyt4RiQJm7jn5ORgvIz8mPsiAKXW2bEq2977gz5h8mmTdSBqJkQwu4naDAxacn9KlVrUsH7sEYTNHUZVb6TC_RKmr-NC4-Q2XBKHEc_6sBhhwECaeAl1X_DiJ6xztxYQD-1KOTvQG/s1600/IMG-20110727-00167-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4vbKZyt4RiQJm7jn5ORgvIz8mPsiAKXW2bEq2977gz5h8mmTdSBqJkQwu4naDAxacn9KlVrUsH7sEYTNHUZVb6TC_RKmr-NC4-Q2XBKHEc_6sBhhwECaeAl1X_DiJ6xztxYQD-1KOTvQG/s320/IMG-20110727-00167-11.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Teman setia untuk 6 bulan seterusnya</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">so being in Peadiatric's every single day is making my<br />
hormonal-balance/motherly-instinct is starting to somewhat develop.<br />
And its creeping me out ;_; </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">its making me wanting babies ._.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
to think that you'd have to play with babies and kids e.v.e.r.y. s.i.n.g.l.e day for the next 6 months does not help. <br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">and hell being a parent is not easy T_T </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
so yeah parents are somewhat superhero with super awesome powers.<br />
period.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>firrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06050142722039327589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421980946929858116.post-57523851405672085362011-07-19T20:50:00.000+08:002011-07-19T20:50:32.232+08:00insecurities kills the catif only i were extra 20lbs, so that i could at least at least fill in those pants of mine.<br />
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sighfirrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06050142722039327589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421980946929858116.post-30077997460160639552011-07-19T00:55:00.001+08:002011-07-19T01:01:37.750+08:00transparenttoday is our monthsary and somehow it was tainted by the fact that our <strike></strike>relationship coverup from our colleague's-profession-circle has been somewhat almost busted.<br />
<br />
its not that i dont want them to know,<br />
its just that at this point thinking that im still a junior and having a relationship (married would be another whole lot story) within the same profession is bound to be known or talked among the staffs as we among the staffs throughout the country somewhat almost know all the people among our profession line,<br />
especially the seniors moreover our department is like in the same state!<br />
<br />
and it doesnt help much the fact that these kind of<br />
conventional-typical-old-minded people<br />
(it doesnt matter whether they're young or old)<br />
they still have the same mind set and they just couldnt shut their mouth and mind their own business! and feeds on talking behind other people's back and whatnot.<br />
<br />
aaaaaanyways<br />
<br />
all this happens cause <i>yours truly</i> dengan berbesar hatinya<br />
bloody accepted her colleague's in facebook<br />
yeah i know theres no one to blame except <i>me myself and i</i><br />
i should've known that work and life shouldnt be mixed.<br />
<br />
and the thought that a mere 'hide-folder/privacy group' could keep these stalker bug away, is absolutely not happening :|<br />
<br />
but atleast it did worked all these while until <i>someone</i> dengan bijak pandai decided to upload our recent picture using my bloody facebook account instead of his! and he should've known that i dont simply upload things :/ and yes its my fault indeed that i've terlepas pandang.<br />
<br />
and oh the one that have been religiously stalking me is the <i>boskecik</i>. she has been stalking me and the rest of the people she added anyways so i thought theres no harm :/<br />
but turns out lepas national conference on the 11 July 2011 which was MC-ed by the <i>loverboy</i> and participated by the <i>boskecik</i>, <i>boskecik</i> dah encountered the <i>loverboy</i> and she has all the time in the world sanggup open up my facebook account and comparing them trough my old pictures! that bloody woman.<br />
<br />
she said this morning<br />
"eh, i nak tanya you ni"<br />
<br />
"your boyfriend (<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><u>insert profession her</u></i>e</span>) (<span style="font-size: x-small;"><u><i>insert tempat bertugas here</i></u></span>) yaaaaaaaaa"<br />
<br />
and i was like fucccccccccckk you woman!<br />
<br />
"eh eh tak la madam, mana ada boyfriend i (<span style="font-size: x-small;"><u><i>insert profession here</i></u></span>)"<br />
"mana madam tengok dia?? hahahaha"<br />
<br />
yes lame, i know T_T<br />
<br />
"nanti i tunjuk gambar dia ya"<br />
"i tengok dia dengan dalam facebook you sama tau sebijik!"<br />
<br />
"omg ye ke madam?! ok ok nanti tunjuk i, nak tengok hehe" <br />
<br />
and during all those in between i was hoping that she could've forgotten or something T_T and my mind was so occupied nak cari excuses and making up stories not to mention making up the <i>loverboy's</i> name!<br />
<br />
and i guess ladyluck was not on my side today, lepas phonecall with the <i>boyfriend</i> during lunch which obviously ive told him everything and asking him to help making up stories that is, theres this another bloody bitch datang just at the exact moment im hanging up with the <i>boyfriend</i> and my stupid phone time tu jugak la was still showing the <i>boyfriend's</i> name on the screen orz<br />
and so this bitch pun like<br />
<br />
"whoaaaaa, oh zdn! zdn, zdn! sekarang i dah tau apa nama you punya boyfriend!" hahahaha<br />
<br />
sidenote/ this bitch also has been making fun of me and the <i>boyfriend </i>ever since we bumped into each other at ikea but she has no idea about all these thing only that shes been making fun of me saying that all i ever do on weekends is going out and date :| <br />
<br />
and she was like literally saying it out loud masa tengah jalan T_T and i was praying hard that <i>boskecik</i> was not around to hear all those (obviously she would have known the MC's name kan/kalau taktau pun dia akan cari or called up his dept and yadayada) if not my lame alibi of not knowing the person shes saying masa dekat conference would be useless T_T<br />
<br />
and somehow <i>boskecik</i> did show me <i>loverboy'</i>s pic which is their group photo ._. and i still bermati-matian saying that thats not my <i>boyfriend</i> orz<br />
im so sorry sayang just for once i do not admit this orz <br />
<br />
and idk whether she believed it or not ._. 98.9% of me saying she didnt buy it ._.<br />
<br />
fml.<br />
<br />
i shall dig my own grave now.firrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06050142722039327589noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421980946929858116.post-25068619694166987352011-07-17T13:05:00.006+08:002011-07-17T13:38:11.940+08:00Where the urban escapesAfter years and years of longing to go, I've finallly went.<br />
Nothing special though. Only that the music was great.<br />
Scored me some thrifted vest and a dress was meant to get some accessories but then somehow the prices are a bit highpriced and I don't have the urge much and we went late btw so there's nothing good left anyways. and i didn't get the chance to meet aki too, too bad she had to left early and we came so late in the evening :(<br />
<br />
sigh i need a real camera.<br />
<br />
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and oh a new flippers too.<br />
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Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry® Smartphonefirrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06050142722039327589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421980946929858116.post-28479939541155036702011-07-11T01:09:00.006+08:002011-07-11T02:07:53.344+08:00the invinsible swordsindeed as people say words are truly indeed swords.<br />every little thing you've said to another person depending on how and what you've said is deemed to be forever remembered by another human, or atleast it left scars, an invinsible scars.<br /><br />and yes,<br /><br />it hurts. badly.<br /><br />on another note,there goes another one extra additional thing to worry my heart out now :/ <br /><br />aaaanyways career-wise, every 6 months we're entitled to rotate our disciplinary so my Electrotherapy-site where my battle in having to 'layan' all the various crappiness life has to offer has now officially ended. bravo.<br /><br />from now on the day where i get to do kids has started. i'm now in Peadiatrics section where i'd be payed for to be drooled/salivated by, to be thrown by toys and scream at and played with the kids and adorable babies :)firrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06050142722039327589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421980946929858116.post-48632603893885076932011-06-28T22:58:00.000+08:002011-06-28T23:07:27.688+08:00FaultySigh
<br>
<br>I'm sorry.
<br>I'm sorry that I can't grow fat. I hate this stupid endless self-battle of mine.
<br>
<br>And yes, yes you deserves better.
<br>Run along now, shuh.
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<br>Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry® Smartphonefirrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06050142722039327589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421980946929858116.post-63918225685256922242011-06-21T23:24:00.000+08:002011-06-21T23:25:39.218+08:00Le thar gicARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
<br>
<br>:(
<br>
<br>penatnyaa
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<br>
<br>
<br>Ps/ my nose is freakin red, from sunburnt
<br>
<br>Ps2/ and my body is aching all oooverrrrrrrrrr damit
<br>
<br>Sigh
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<br>Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry® Smartphonefirrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06050142722039327589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421980946929858116.post-92046548971050057132011-06-20T10:54:00.000+08:002011-06-20T10:56:03.969+08:00Escapism<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitLVSNruOb7MR1QkCHh9hPWBAeoVbG_heVFD26XnP8nF_HTkP6Pl2lvTcqoPis3udFmXZ6JYWPiZC92txDtEQy1UuH1YWx5IcHCGu7kFDrUKvo2rY_v-gwBIVegjGKcsUM24uDQjasYDfb/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTEwNjE5LTAxMTY1LTExLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-763970"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitLVSNruOb7MR1QkCHh9hPWBAeoVbG_heVFD26XnP8nF_HTkP6Pl2lvTcqoPis3udFmXZ6JYWPiZC92txDtEQy1UuH1YWx5IcHCGu7kFDrUKvo2rY_v-gwBIVegjGKcsUM24uDQjasYDfb/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTEwNjE5LTAxMTY1LTExLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-763970" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620130341306266562" /></a></p>Savoring every last moment
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<br>Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry® Smartphonefirrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06050142722039327589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421980946929858116.post-49154120979176803672011-06-05T02:07:00.001+08:002011-06-05T02:13:21.004+08:00Me and youSo what's up with me lately <br />having these multiple wild dreams of you having an affair with some girls. Which in the end busted out in which whether you confessed it out loud or that I knew it eventually in the end.<br /><br />So what's up with you lately <br />having all these multiple conversation with me that you're gonna tone up and lose weight and try your luck in those beauty-model/advertisement industry and hitching yourself up with those hot chicks and dumping me? <br /><br />So what's up with you lately <br />that has been complaining on and on about me? You ought to do that long ago when we first met instead of now after all these while. And you should have make up your mind long ago instead of hurting me now with your fucking words. Words, your fucking words is poison. <br /><br />And I ought to know better that I shouldn't trust you. <br /><br /><br />Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry® Smartphonefirrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06050142722039327589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421980946929858116.post-1317835309910491342011-06-05T01:41:00.001+08:002011-06-05T01:41:27.092+08:00DullLife has nothing but work work and work. Sigh
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<br>But yeah I've tons to update actually but since I've no any other medium to blog about freely and easily other than this rusty phone of mine its kinda demotivating me to type out long post and such. Sigh when can I get my hands on a new laptop tsk :'(
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<br>Anyways yeah life has been work work and working and yet I'm broke as evar. And tomorrow will be one of those bazaar again, will be dating amal <3 my bazaar shopping buddy :) I do hope that I could score me some good bags without giving me the second-multiple times of thought whether I should get or not.
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<br>And boo I'm working half day tomorrow till noon so yeah picking up amal after that.
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<br>Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry® Smartphonefirrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06050142722039327589noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421980946929858116.post-75138099230230747112011-05-09T21:36:00.000+08:002011-05-09T21:34:25.405+08:00BlankIf only life is as simple as a jigsaw puzzle where you can simply rearrange and place it again when you've fuck messed it up.
<br>Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry® Smartphonefirrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06050142722039327589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421980946929858116.post-64174438796763724002011-04-12T19:18:00.003+08:002011-04-12T19:26:02.647+08:00I MISS GENTING I MISS SUNWAY LAGOON <br />I MISS TAMBUN LOSTWORLD I MISS ALTON TOWERS <br />I MISS PARIS DISNEY THEME PARK <br />I MISS MY STARCRUISE RIDE<br />I FUCKING MISS HAVING FUCKING FUN <br />I MISS THOSE DAYS WHERE I GO ON VACAY WITH MY PARENTS<br />WHEN CAN I HAVE THOSE MOMENTS AGAIN<br /><br /><br />Sent by DiGi from my BlackBerry® Smartphonefirrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06050142722039327589noreply@blogger.com0