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Happy new year guys!! the next time when im back at this page, its gonna be clean and clear. Not shifting, but i guess im gonna erase anything and restart. This year was confusing and hard, but was great as well. Well for now, hope i dont become like her next year i will literally cry But i wanna be tann but not so black.. HAHAHA OKAY BYEEE ^^ - Mood:excited
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| ( Two Is Better Than One ) woo. found this cover somewhere somehow. favourited it. like it. love it. hate it. whatever. arron can we cover songs now please? :( | |
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| I find it particularly intriguing that it is only at the end of each year that people jot down resolutions and write essay after essay of conclusions to the past year. It's things like 'i'm sorry for all the people i've hurt in 2009", "i want to thank each and every one of you guys, especially my best friends for always being there for me when i needed some support" and all that. I'm not saying it ain't right, do what you like. All i'm saying is if you really take the time to think about, just for a second. You'd realize all these things couldave been said everyday of every month of the entire year. Like constantly reminding your friends how much you love them, ending off your paragraph with the first alphabet of their first names like "A, A, B, C, J, J, K, and S" each and every time you write something related to them. Say sorry not just at the end of the year but every time you hurt somebody cos' saying it now won't make much of a difference. Always being there for friends without asking for anything in return but the knowledge that should the time come when you're the one in need of a shoulder or some knocking of sense, they've got your backs. Tell her she's the liveliest, craziest, funniest girl you know, tell her you love talking to her. Let him know his hair is perfectly normal even if your other friends said it looked so ugly the entire world was laughing at him, let him know that you'd travel overseas with him in an instant and shake his hand at the end of each day and go fist-to-fist to re-emphasize the brotherly bonds shared. The solitary point i'm trying to stress here is: don't wait till the end to say the things you really mean, say them every time you get the chance. Time waits for no man. Feel them running through your bones. See them laugh and know that it puts your mind at ease to see them that way. Hear their laughter and all of their symphonies like the sound of music. Most of all, let them know.
Smell you guys later.
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| In the morn, met the aunt.
She wna treat us. Awesome.
Then met the NP kids. Haha.
Was a blast. 'Cept for the fact that
I'm having a terrible headache noww.
Headed to Haji Lane for shisha
after Seoul Garden.
Then annoying dood is super annoying.
It's so unfair those 3 people got the 2nd level
one. Talked, exchanged stories as usual.
Had a major camwhoring sesh. 355 photos.
Have fun uploading 'em Syafiq!
Saw Irdaaaaaaaa(!!!) Gee and Syafiq thought
it was my sis. Lol! Actually, I kinda agree.
Some photos of her look like my kakak and vice versa.
Ahhh. I cnt go on anymore.
Gonna faint any minute now,
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| Felt so happy today. Like suddenly so happy for no apparent reason. Was feeling more hyper during the games thingy. I think there's something wrong with me cos yesterday I felt really really down. Niways, I felt like being in a sauna for about 2 hours or less. Perspired so much, I felt like I lost a kilo! But it was awesome. Didn't mind the hitting. I can understand that it feels nice releasing stress like that. Most of them didn't hit cos they felt bad & those who did play, hit okay only. Haha. Funny how I actually did some sound effects to make it a bit exaggerating. Like those machines that makes different kinds of sounds when we whack the thing.
My right knee is quite okay. Thank goodness for the pillow. I was really worried that my injury would heal even slower if I did more movements especially if it's against a hard surface like just now. Urgh. I still remember when I fell super hard on the ground during the 31-legged race practise last year. It was ugly. Felt really ugly. Now I still got like phobia of kneeling down with both knees. If I sujud also I will use more support from my left knee. Been doing that since after the fall. Haha. Oh well.
I wonder how other EVDians are doing. All we can hope for is strength & perseverence to continue throughout the 2 blocks if let's say we get stuck in between. I really wanna do well.
Oyasumi. - Mood:drained
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| i found this on sue's tumblr. itd be a perfect birthday gift. for me. finally got out of bed after being bed ridden for 48 hours. didnt bother to see the world. didnt want to see the weather. didnt call anyone to go out with. didnt do anything. spent time watching american pie. stupid movie. got up to eat. got back down to sleep. sad life. today lb finally came back fom kl. is there something interesting going on in kl. everyones going there. nd went first. then s. then h. then lb. sue is going. c almost went. what the fuck. stupid kl. today my dress shrunk. it got shorter. cy said "Theres a happy news to all the boys in the world." sad news. why is life so fucked up. nvm. shall just wear it like that. shall hit the pillows now.
#12345 i keep on forgetting to forget about you.
bye. | |
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|  Life is one big messxzc. | |
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| It's common on tumblr to have girls posting stuff like "I want a boy who will hold me when i'm blablabla, kiss me like this like that, tell me the things i love to hear from him such as -inserts bullshit-, pluck the stars right out of the night sky and do this do that". Before they know it, they've got a paragraph so heartwarming, so caught in a web of things that will never happen other girls will start reblogging it. All for the sake of what?
Girls.. | |
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|  $19.90 worth of hair dye down the drain. Yes, I still can't surrender to the fact of sitting still in the salon for 4 hours. | |
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| you make me happy. it's an ability. but you can't keep me happy. i'm only happy when i love my own. its not that i'm selfish, nor that i deserve more, but this heart feels best when it beats for itself. it begins, it thrives, and then it fades. however it doesn't stop there. because it's a cycle. a tormenting circulation of changing hearts. the thought of you is a temporary permanence. comes back to you, the way these things always do. you are so much like a feeling before. i've felt before, how it feels after. release me, but my skilled knots keep me tied. tied... to you. you are to me, ideal. no, the idea of you, is ideal. it doesn't make any sense, the way i still chase after your attention. no more, no more.
but tomorrow's another day.
another day...
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| you know i used to spend every day thinking about you and dreaming about you, and everytime you walked by i lost myself. do you know what that feels like? its pointless and i want to give up but everytime i feel like giving up i think about why ive been holding on for so long. and this keeps me hold on a little bit longer but for what. i wish you knew but even if you knew would you do something about it? | |
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2010 here I come! Right.
But hey. I'm so proud of myself cause I did justice yesterday.
No.1 major thg was to have a haircut after a gazillion of years.
Omggg you don't wna knw how long it has been since I last did tht.
Say goodbye to curls, say hello to waves.
My jaw almost dropped when I tuned in to the news.
Thank God they said the trend for 2010 is long/dark brown.
So I'm cool cause my hair is already dark brown even before the trend
starts, hehehe. It's mid-length though. Fortunately,
it's a nice haircut. I always have this sinking feeling when I visit the
hairdressers. My heart will beat so hard everytime they start snipping.
Like seriously. I LOATHE BAD HAIRDRESSERS WHO RUIN MY HAIR.
No. 2 i got my eyebrows shapeddddd. It's frigging neat now. I'm still admiring it.
So i'm happyyyyyyyyy(!!!!!)
- Mood:happy
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|  pretty hair. cant sleep. cant stop thinking. wont stop being stupid. wont stop wondering. cant stop the feeling of wanting to cry. wont stop stalking. wont start living a life. wont do any school work. cant sleep. eyebags are showing. not pretty anymore. cant wait for march. can wait for march. want march to come faster. dont want march come faster. want to see him. dont want to see him. still want to cry. thinking of leaving this country but not for that country. have to leave this country for that country. want to love. cant be in love. still want to cry. pretty hair. want to go back to barcelona. want to finish learning italian. dont want to speak italian. want to speak italian. want to be with italian. dont want to be with italian. want to get married. want to have sex. want to have babies. want to have babies with blonde hair. want to have babies with blue eyes. cant have babies with blue eyes cause he doesnt have blue eyes. want to sleep. dont want to sleep. want a digital camera. still want to cry. miss him. dont miss him. like him. dont like him. want to be with him. still want to be with him. no dont want to be with him. love him. never hate him. still want to be with him. love myself. love myself. full of myself. what the fuck. yea what the fuck. should stop being stupid. wasnt born stupid. wasnt born to be stupid. wasnt born to do stupid. fuck italians. want to go back to africa. want to travel around the world. pretty hair. love my hair. love my pretty hair. still full of myself. stop being full of myself. cant stop being full of myself. dont feel to cry anymore. still cant sleep. still cant stop thinking. still want to tell the truth. am pussy. cant tell the truth. just want to be with him. have no courage to be with him. still am pussy. cant be with him. fuck made a wrong move. made many wrong moves. love him. stupid. being stupid. doing stupid. not stupid. temporarily stupid. love him. yea okay fuck my life. | |
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happy 21st birthday hayley! omg i love you♥
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 - Music:If We Ever Meet Again - Timbaland ft. Katy Perry
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happy birthday to you. happy birthday to you. happy birthday to andrea. happy birthday to you.
tanti auguri a te. tanti auguri a te. tanti auguri ad andrea. tanti auguri a te.
sigh. youre already twentythree.
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i truly enjoyed silat leisure camp ♥
except i wished it was a whole week of camp
just to cover up the fact that there will be training camp
i would so love to spend more time with fellow pesilats
♥
- Mood:excited
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| above us sat the babiest of blues, as a blanket of freedom in representation. yes, freedom, that was what we sought after. wafts of sand that seemed to sparkle under the heated sunlight, spiralled outside our windows, inviting us, dancing for our eyes. other than the quiet playback of our favourite playlist, the ambience of a vacant surrounding, had spread delight through our tainted minds. why were we plagued with such atrocity, that of which made us wise beyond our years. such lackluster youth. maybe that was what brought us together. two troubled hearts in an act of escapism. the road less traveled, was now our route of abscond. maybe that was what we saw in each others' eyes, the first time they met, across the street. they were... so much like mine. in that instant i could foresee our encounter, unfolding before my eyes. from the walking, without losing each others' gaze. the parting of your lips, the pause in our crossing, the flush in my cheeks when you said hi. it wasn't like one of those warm greetings you get at a christmas party. it was one of, caution, yet subtle pleasure. i could see it in your face, the scar that bore stories much like my own. be wary, first rule. but i knew him. he'd say the same for me. and as i turned my gaze to him now, in the driver's seat, fingers tapping at the steering wheel, i knew we were safe. because we were home. from the curls in his hair, to the scar on his left cheek, to the gentle slope of his crooked nose, the slight curve on the tip of his lips, he was my entity. and his eyes, the ones that now bore into mine, as the car slowed to the side. the starry blend of minty greens and hazel browns, those tired and troubled eyes, seem to exude a mass of euphoria. the change was magnificent, propitious. oh how i loved those eyes. and how they loved me, they were speaking of declaration. as they grew closer, and closer. they closed slowly as our lips touched, and so did mine.
written to the sounds of coffee break by mew, effortless. | |
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| Gravity that sucks you in, brings you down.
It's like a blackhole that you cant pull yourself out.
And it takes you less than a second t know that
your existence never mattered, it is as worthless as dust. - Music:Bruised and scarred- mayday parade
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| L: do you love me?
J: mhmm.
L: then will you do something for me?
J: anything.
L: will you marry me? | |
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