tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65114109443671861212024-03-18T20:34:02.137-07:00Pretty JunksUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511410944367186121.post-89568484269865699342014-12-21T02:28:00.001-08:002014-12-21T02:28:43.679-08:00What...?<p dir="ltr">Salam'alayk.<br>
i haven't posted anything for quite a while huh? so i guess my blog is kinda dusty. ahaha. so...yeah, i wanna say something for the record.</p>
<p dir="ltr">i am no longer a fan of John Green. oops sorry....hm i don't know why actually hahaha.</p>
<p dir="ltr">i guess it's just me. i've come to think that i deserve to like better authors. but don't get me wrong, i like his books. just not him.</p>
<p dir="ltr"><b>Oh well i'm sorry </b><b>😔</b></p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511410944367186121.post-35517384198597796762013-11-29T20:35:00.001-08:002013-11-29T20:35:07.297-08:00Stating metaphors<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">You will know how to state things in ways that would suprise you. I'd hesitate before saying things, even things i'm confident about. Hesitating doesn't mean i'm not confident, hesitating just means that i'm giving the spoilers the chance to spoil it for me, or for anyone. To completely change what i was about to say. I like metaphors, they're controllable, nice, & literally cool. Cigarettes, the thing that can give you cancer, but you just put it between your lips, then you light it up, it will slowly kill you. You see, you have the power to control it, just put the cigar between your lips, the thing that kills, you don't light it, then cool, it will not kill you. But the moment you light the cigar, it slowly burns your throat to a pleasure that slowly kills. Controllable, just what i was saying.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511410944367186121.post-66312535964517495402013-11-11T05:12:00.003-08:002013-11-11T05:14:52.768-08:00the society<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">the moon has always been there to witness my breakdown at some certain hour of the silent nights i've been through. while the sun hasn't seen much of my soul. maybe just my body. my present body has to pretend that i am not going to show what i feel inside when everything is falling apart. if i know things are gonna be this way, i wouldn't take the risk of falling for you at the first place. what was that. that was really stupid. can i control my feelings? i fell for your smile at the first glance, & i'm still falling for it. am i stupid to say no when it feels so right & so securely good being around you? i could have said no, i just could not. i would not. now we are just fine, but people around us, darling. they are not ok with us being together. they say that i caused you to change into someone they hoped you would never be. but i know they are just dumb to think that way. people change. we have to accept that somehow. maybe they are the ones who changed into a whole new different phase of mankind. i feel so alive, never been better. but with people talking about us, i feel sad & depressed. but who am i to keep their mouths closed? who are these people? the society. that's who they really are. </span></div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511410944367186121.post-80284915539531503022013-09-12T02:59:00.002-07:002013-09-12T02:59:56.333-07:00CluelessI've been thinking to myself. What have i done wrong to people. What made people treat me so.. I don't know but yeah.. That's today. Some just lost their heart. No. I don't have any point. Clueless. ThanksUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511410944367186121.post-76531390050611717432013-05-24T08:59:00.001-07:002013-11-11T05:31:57.592-08:00right path to somewhere<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Roads. Roads to anywhere. Road trips. Roads. Roads to nowhere. Roads to somewhere. I'd choose the path where there are bruises by the roadside, showing signs that someone was there, someone took that road to somewhere, leaving sticks and stones, kicked around. If only i had the power to heel those bruised roads. They're like our hearts. Bruised, left alone that way. But time can heal the pain that has long kept inside. Sometimes, time can't. So it depends on how you choose to come to your senses...and choose the right path to somewhere? Cool.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Some say they hate the sweetest memory. It's not really the person whom you miss. It's the memories. What makes you sob to sleep, and what keeps your head spinning round and round. They say love is pain. They don't really feel the pain. The memories, what they recall, makes them cry their eyes out upon missing it. Wouldn't it be great if memories can be erased? Or left alone to be forgotten. But no...the more we remember, the more we recall, the more details come in place, creating the scars on our hearts. </span></div>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511410944367186121.post-49148571260620996722013-05-10T08:55:00.004-07:002013-05-10T08:55:56.380-07:00Zzz<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">you know one of those nights where you're planning on staying up till the morn' but you're already sleepy by midnight? i'm in the situation. I need to sleep. ASAP. Night guys xo</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511410944367186121.post-79137399364127112102013-04-26T07:25:00.000-07:002013-05-10T08:59:54.686-07:00tears<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Have anything ever occurred to you in times when yr world isn't really stable? Like bad news, coming to you at times where everything is falling apart and words can't describe. Or being cheated on when he told you millions of times that he'll stay? Well.. there are times when we should just let it all out. Let yr scream break the mirrors around, let yr tears wet yr pillows, let yr hands punching anything, let yr mouth swear words you'd never swore, let yr whole body sink in the tub of thorns, let yr legs stomp the floor, and..let yr heart speak. After all the letting-all-out thingies, let yr mind rest and just sleep through the day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">i am seriously waking up from a lovely-dream-or-not-a-dream-at-all. ok, i am in love. but i'm just too young fr this. let's say it's not gonna last, but will it come back again somehow in the future? when time has fade, love will come again. as...we can all believe in fate. spouses. i am just so young and in love. not sure if i am really feeling this or i'm just daydreaming. i got the best fr now. i'm never letting this perfect moment fade. enjoy what you have. never let this moment- what i'm feeling; fade. never. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">It's a stop of a journey. I cannot care less. I have nowhere to go from here. If i do, i would have gone there earlier. But the truth is, there's no place like home. Home is where yr things are, where yr hopes are and yr love. You have to remember that every minute of the day has been set free just for you to use them, and to guide yrself. Through the day and night. Through the light and the dark. At some point, you'll give up on yr journey. Journey to nowhere. You'll forget about it and you'll stay home and watch tv with some dips fr yr chips. That's beaautiful. As for me, i'd like to stay home everyday. To continue my journey in my house..there's no place like home, told ya.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">we are all asked to choose. choose between what's wrong and what's right. just please try to think carefully of what the choice might give you. sometimes, we choose wrong, but it's the right time for your joy. hm so what? you will be happy somehow, even with the bad choices you've made. it's your decision so why hate it? remember when life gives you lemon, you make lemonade. ;)</span></div>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511410944367186121.post-26760248182016434502013-02-07T15:58:00.001-08:002013-02-07T15:58:31.906-08:00happy<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">i am happy. for all i could say, i'm just incredibly happy. yeah i'm quite busy with PMR. but i am happy. probably happier than i was before. and i am sure that i will stay this happy forever. forever until i found my true, solid happiness. maybe it's already here now, but who knows that it will travel around again; i'll wait for it to come back if it does. i am happy.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511410944367186121.post-75653732831457055662012-12-06T10:27:00.001-08:002012-12-06T10:28:07.972-08:00mixed up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">there's always something..making me hate everything. something weird inside me. called feelings. mixed and unknown feelings. at some point they get mixed up and i ended up hating everything and everyone i could. even myself...</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511410944367186121.post-15865086717070630412012-12-06T10:23:00.001-08:002012-12-06T10:23:20.000-08:00obsessed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I love you guys. Forever and always. Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson. Love.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">sometimes in friendship, there are challenges such as pushing away, being pushed away and stuffs like that. but i'm so fragile-hearted that i feel like everyone's pushing me away. but i don't really mind. cs i know that one day they'll find me back. and somehow they'll need me in the end. im not too sure but let's just hope fr the best, that my friendship will stay lovely. i love my friends, bestfriends or whatever, they're my world. bestfriends are the one who stay through thick and thin. and still there..where you had left them..they're still fine. still ok cs they lost track of wht's important and nothing matters, really. and to some point, bestfriends will eventually go their own way. and at the end of the day, they'll meet up and be bestfriends again. cs they know they can't trust anyone else other than them fr after wht's important. and..i'll always be and need you guys... xo</span></div>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511410944367186121.post-88857698876996913062012-11-11T00:55:00.000-08:002012-12-06T10:20:10.012-08:00Lies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I feel unwanted. You know i'm not stupid. I can tell if you're lying or if you're confused. Your eyes say it all. You can't deny. It'll make you look like a fool. For i know the truth, ok? You think i'm ignorant. But i am not. I notice everything.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Happy Halloween guys! Yeah i haven't been updating my blog. But it's ok. Macam lah my blog got viewers ~ none. So how's it going with everything..? And remember those three fav sisters in that pic above? THE SANDERSON SISTERS!!!! I love them and i miss them. x</span></div>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511410944367186121.post-43404837675078556402012-10-20T06:11:00.004-07:002012-10-20T06:14:28.423-07:00Liar liar pants on fire<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Yeah it took me a long time to realize that i'm better off being alone. Without you or anybody else. No distractions. You lied. And this isn't the first time i feel down. I don't need you anymore. I can work this out alone. I don't need any help. I won't cut myself, i'll just sit alone and do nothing. Just staring into empty spaces. Realizing how i've wasted my time on someone who's really good at lying. And such a sweet talker too, i reckon. You wouldn't be suprised either. You told me that you don't like her. Yeah right. There goes the proof. I proved you wrong. What i did was right afterall, leaving you and abandoning you. So good 'cause i don't need to befriend any big fat liars. Great then. </span></div>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511410944367186121.post-81317375053237048732012-10-02T02:40:00.000-07:002012-10-02T02:46:07.369-07:00Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Ppl will always find ways to judge you. You can never please them with whatever you have. They're always jealous and that brings you down. But actually, it starts to make you stronger than you already are. So you're happy by every second of your life and nothing scares you. You're a better person in process so don't let someone else come and destroy that. You have your daily loves. Your endless source of joy. So what are you asking for more? You got everything you ever need. Be happy and screw those haters of yours.</span></div>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511410944367186121.post-32453583447838099492012-09-25T02:20:00.001-07:002012-09-25T02:20:05.466-07:00Sick<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">It's sick. That having to confess. And people just won't get it, get what you're saying. It's almost like...you aren't capable of speaking words that people could understand. It's like, being deaf and can't speak or talk. It's as if you're somewhere around nowhere. You understand what you are feeling but then people just don't get it. They won't. They are just so ignorant. They don't care. All they care about is just their feelings. "They" refers to anyone around you who's acting that way. You'll know how it feels like, one day. Or you just won't. 'Cause maybe you're one of "them".</span></div>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511410944367186121.post-75260571091581676052012-09-24T03:34:00.001-07:002012-09-24T03:34:36.758-07:00Sorrows<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Sorrows are always there. You can't see them but you feel them. You expect them to go to hell but they won't go. You just won't believe. You just can't trust. You just can't feel anymore. You once had feelings, but sorrows made it all disappear. All gone. All smashed. All burnt. All burned to ashes. What's left was memories. Sorrows loves torturement. Sorrows will do whatever it takes to destroy you. You just have to keep calm. Sorrows must have realised it all and it must have died. Or destroyed on it's own. So be happy. And smile.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I had this weird feeling inside of me. Butterflies in my tummy. I can't resist this feeling. I like you. That's all i can say. It's weird. I haven't met you. But then i know...i like you. Oh god. This is irresistable. I like you. I like you! What have i done? I'm afraid this would be something right at the wrong time. Time has always been jealous of me. Time wouldn't let me be happy enough. Time is crazy. But i like you. I'll wait...</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511410944367186121.post-44751782485934787042012-09-23T04:40:00.000-07:002012-09-23T04:40:56.613-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is weird. I'm thinking of you. This feels so right at a wrong time...why must this happen...? Omg i feel so awkward.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511410944367186121.post-61062088717346967612012-09-23T02:42:00.000-07:002012-09-23T02:42:57.778-07:00Cage<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I wouldn't move. Not a bit. The strange soft voice whispers through the wind. It kept saying that i need to be free. I am not a bird. I don't live in a cage. But my life is. The tender touch of the wind makes it all harder to realize. I need to wake up. Wake up from all of this. Wake up to be free. Not a prisoner. But then, i would have a beautiful cage. So beatiful that it feels like home. Not a prison, not something that kept all your feelings go clumsy. Vintage life. My way.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511410944367186121.post-61521336125629234702012-04-24T04:45:00.001-07:002012-04-24T04:45:13.745-07:00Lucid vintage dream<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I had a lucid dream. A vintage dream. I was in a house. An old fashioned house. It's big. I was wearing my short vintage skirt, tucked in blouse and black plain pair of flat shoes. I was wandering in the house. As i walked upstairs i came up to a little room. It's just like those rooms i saw in tumblr. Vintage rooms. The kind of rooms that i adore so much. I opened the door and walked in as amazement struck me. I sat down on a beautiful red couch. There was a book. A cute book. It's a book about princesses and vintage vintage vintage. So i got up and go to a little corner where there were boxes and boxes of vintage things. I took the boxes and wear all the stuffs i found. Like vintage shoes, vintage clothes, lomo cameras and all sorts vintage stuffs you see in tumblr. I didn't realize how long i was in there then something woke me up. </span></div>
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