tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46499542017992058332012-01-12T11:54:37.692+05:00ie cco's ramblingsie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.comBlogger4421100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-31980314719370061892010-06-25T21:12:00.005+05:002010-06-28T17:08:46.675+05:00

something i tried to do long time ago, but finally done.this blog would no longer be updated.find me if u really like reading my posts.;)or if you're just too damn lazy here it isnew link

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now the fucking college is sending me mails for an overdue book which returned on time days ago! :@ ARRRRRRRGH!!!!WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THESE PPL AT APIITSERIOUSLY!if u cant fucking build and institute to function well, why the hell are you running that place!?!?!

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-78201212259327693042010-06-23T14:23:00.001+05:002010-06-23T14:26:42.325+05:00

Unlike most colleges in Malaysia, APIIT/UCTI has a strict rule about students having to have their attendance above 80% for each subject in order to sit for the exam. There is another rule from the Immigration Department of Malaysia which doesn’t allow students with an overall attendance average below 80% to renew their student visas. I went to renew my visa today, applied the form to be informed

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after 3 days of hell, the 3 hours this afternoon felt like heaven... you are the only reason i believe in myself now.one can only hope when life leads you to fucked up roads.trying to hold on, hoping, waiting...for the next encounter.

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-49773743828785633022010-06-22T21:56:00.000+05:002010-06-22T21:58:37.574+05:00

Everyone thinks that having your mom beside you while you are studying abroad is the best thing that could happen to them, well yes, I do agree up to an extent. If you are a lazy bum and love to see someone make you food, someone clean your mess wash and iron your clothes, etc. But that doesn’t count if your mom is living in your room or actually disturbing you so much that you can’t focus on

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-5864007131935205712010-06-18T18:58:00.000+05:002010-06-18T18:59:12.063+05:00

Life doesn’t always give us everything we want. We have to lose some, to gain some.

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-62133390782787111612010-06-05T16:22:00.002+05:002010-06-05T16:27:48.081+05:00

Seriously why do men think that us women could be bought off? And that too with expensive/luxurious gifts?Maybe some women who are known as “gold-diggers” use men for their prized possessions, or other women who fulfills a man’s hopes in return of something pricey, who are commonly known as “prostitutes” may do this. But not every ordinary woman you meet on the street is a thirsty gold digger or

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-63922075525885531762010-05-15T19:57:00.002+05:002010-05-15T19:58:47.000+05:00

Its been a while since I rambled about something in here. Sometimes too much in your mind makes it harder to get them out. Anyways, here’s an update of my current situation. Read at your own risk.Caught up with a earlier defeated disease which took me more than 2 years, and its getting worse by day.House situations are a little better considering the “noise” level, but the place stinks like hell

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-65249509602345989662010-05-03T11:08:00.003+05:002010-05-03T11:15:15.891+05:00

You can let the days go by, let the memories fade, let time help to heal you until you’ve let all go. Until you don’t remember any of it on an ordinary day.But when you do remember it, the second that it takes your memories flying, when the nostalgia hits you,It comes as a sweet bitch.Image: [flickr]

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-52172756237818539422010-05-02T21:56:00.003+05:002010-05-02T22:00:27.216+05:00

I used to wear my phone around my neck. I carried it everywhere I go or else I would end up keeping it somewhere, in a shop or at work and end up losing my phone. I had no problem with it since I can buy a new phone, but on request to my mom, to be safe, I wore it around my neck.My mom developed a theory out of this saying, the way you handle a phone is the way how you handle your boyfriend/

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-501144181531808352010-05-02T13:05:00.001+05:002010-05-02T13:07:49.727+05:00

I’m not that person anymore, the bitch who I used to be? Well I can still be a bitch, but it’s been a long time since I’ve been in action, sort of lost the touch of it. I’ve tried to control the situation in other means but no such luck. Then I vent it out on my blog. I don’t have to pay rent and bills to a house and go sleep at other one? So why the hell am I paying rent to my own house if I can

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-10051632069548353882010-04-22T16:47:00.004+05:002010-04-22T16:56:23.335+05:00

Some need a push, others need a pullSome can’t resist, others stand their groundSome needs it badly, others not too muchSome does it for fun, others it’s vitalSome say they quit, some really doesBut once they meet the fumes,Some stay confident, others not so much.Source : My Flickr

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-30882573668150626952010-04-19T14:19:00.004+05:002010-04-19T14:34:52.134+05:00

Though this wasn’t a treat from me, I still loved that date…All the present hopping, delaying time… and trying to keep you away from the second surpriseEnjoying every second of every minute of every hour of every day of every week of every month I spend with you…Happy belated birthday Bubbs!image: i-kko's flickr

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-78537078243595595432010-04-17T14:44:00.001+05:002010-04-17T14:44:50.463+05:00

I’m very pissed right now, read this at your own risk.Seriously what the fuck? It’s people like him that piss me off! Not even a single thought for what others might feel. Even there were people much younger than him who at least had the decency and BRAIN to think first! As if he is the one who has to do all the cleaning??? What the fuck? And who gave him the right to come inside my room in the

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-28383407507068622882010-04-15T23:23:00.001+05:002010-04-16T00:06:03.835+05:00

I used to say relationship sucks, that it takes so much to make one work that the effort is useless when it falls apart. The reason I stayed single and went on butterfly hunting and getting bored of every butterfly as soon as I caught it, but that was half a year ago.I guess I didn’t meet my match. 19 years of my life, switching guys one after the other, misjudging the infatuation for love,

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-45912917652394464352010-04-07T15:59:00.002+05:002010-04-07T17:30:24.080+05:00

I so hate it when you get the flu. The cold and fever together!Its like you are supposed to drink cold stuff to get rid of the fever but you can't because of your damn throat infection and coughing.It sucks.I'm sweating like a pig now and its getting on my nerves.So much for trying to stay "less swingy"But hey, its been more than 6 months since I last caught it, and its progress! Atleast I'm

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-46994969022986994702010-04-02T22:17:00.003+05:002010-04-02T22:23:12.286+05:00

I did this tarot reading from facebook, I know it sounds lame but it is so fucking true its like so creepy and freaking me out :/" Mishaps and setbacks will test the strength of your union with someone. You may need time away from this person in order to evaluate what is really being felt on both your parts. I see a friend who may have become a lover staying strictly as friends with you. There

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-19456023380521247862010-04-02T21:06:00.003+05:002010-04-02T21:10:15.844+05:00

"It was the most beautiful thing in the world. It was the most amazing feeling a human being can experience. But alas, while it lasted."

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-85925046554177078502010-03-25T23:44:00.001+05:002010-03-25T23:46:23.826+05:00

Shave off my head.Get drunk and pass out.Get an abortion.Treat all my friends from Nandos.Send prank calls to Ms. Jean.Get breast implants.Switch boyfriends.Find a G-Spot amplifying doctor and get a G-Shot.Pee inside APIIT foyer.Go gambling.Get married.Change sex.Ok Ok I’m kidding! Nothing above is true or I’m gonna do it, maybe the balding one, but specially not the Nandos treat!Now to be

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-25906592486113388032010-03-17T19:57:00.002+05:002010-03-17T19:59:19.299+05:00

I used to live a life where my parents raised me up as a normal kid. I wasn’t spoiled by expensive gifts, but I was given what I needed. I was provided with what was necessary. I was raised well.From the day I finished school, I never asked my parents for money. I worked, I studied and worked. I worked my ass off and bought the things I loved with my money. I made my parents happy with my money.

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-67915939896364525892010-03-17T19:37:00.000+05:002010-03-17T19:38:35.122+05:00

Why are some people perfectly healthy while others are dying without a cure?Why are some people so rich that they throw out a good meal while the others starve to death?Why are some people “blessed” with the good fortune while others live in a hell hole?Don’t tell me “its Life”, that “it’s the way how everything in this world is meant to be”, that the world needs “balance”, or that there will be

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-83175571394191025262010-03-12T19:47:00.001+05:002010-03-12T19:49:14.655+05:00

frustration. bitterness. anger.thats all whats left inside...ugh. feelings.get the fuck out of my system.

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-48750046908355348422010-03-07T12:46:00.000+05:002010-03-07T13:19:31.395+05:00

My whole family is a good example of divorces and second to third marriages. I thought I was raised up quite well to never believe in someone who could be perfect. Well, that’s what I thought. Even though I’m over being a teenager, it’s like being back in high school once again. Struggling with the thought of a guy over studies, ruining your future by these influences, convincing yourself that

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-49952120655554564692010-02-13T00:22:00.001+05:002010-02-13T00:24:16.810+05:00

One thing I most hate in life is repetition. I hate repeating things to people. I hate to hear things repeatedly. I hate doing something repeatedly. I hate the doing the same things without a change. I need change. All my life I’ve lived changing from one thing to the other; style, food, clothing, accessories, mobile phone, shoes, makeup, hair, friend’s even men. I hate, really hate doing the

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-73281040779866675992010-02-09T17:19:00.002+05:002010-02-09T17:31:47.553+05:00

Even though I’m just 20 years old, I’ve been butchered countless times. I always find myself in the gloomy room where they conclude with one thing or the other and end up on the hard ice metal table with the eerie feeling and the pungent smells of chemicals that surrounds me. Waking up with dried out mouth with wires everywhere and whole body sore and throbbing with pain... Yes, several times

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-6986855538343063112010-02-07T21:19:00.003+05:002010-02-07T21:22:54.372+05:00

It sucks. So much. To see people who are much worse than u, people who u actually taught, win while u lose.I was never lucky with draws.Guess I'm not used to losing. X(

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-19118524327741996492010-01-21T18:28:00.000+05:002010-01-21T18:37:40.328+05:00

It’s so sunny out there you almost feel the skin on your forehead burn. The sky so blue with the birds chirping their own songs. The picnickers pack their baskets for the best day out while the kids play out in the sun. It’s like the perfect day for everyone.But what they don’t know, is that there is a stretch of dark very dark clouds gathering up in the sky. The whole area so eerie and cold,

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-33656228992495152172010-01-19T16:48:00.002+05:002010-01-19T16:53:05.453+05:00

They say that some relationships need constant drama to work.but who wants that kind of relationship?Being kept on a loop dims the flamebut constant drama to keep it glowing?I don't think so.Just get a damn lighter and fire it up again!

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-36705237953752903082009-12-31T02:44:00.001+05:002009-12-31T02:46:27.699+05:00

I used to HATE cooking. Still do. I mean I could cook for myself but then who would care for the taste cuz its me who’s going to eat it. So there won’t be anyone I have to depend on, to make it delicious or tasty or even to give a fuck about. So that’s why. I hated cooking, for people.But to my amazement I found myself feeding you! I fed u, even though it was just a few stuff I made I fed you!

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-52296457069776833812009-12-31T02:22:00.001+05:002010-02-20T22:47:28.309+05:00

If everything could be possible, or just anythingIf that wasn’t a matterIf that was a necessity?If it could be done by ourselves...If the matter was solvable right now, or soonIts all gonna fade..And it’ll be nobody’s fault... Just that it’s impossible to happen now...and I don’t want it to fade awayButIf not now, very soon... just counting...I want the impossible to become a possibility,If not

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-36701140443478765082009-12-25T02:05:00.003+05:002009-12-25T02:12:59.591+05:00

For the first time, I'm in Male' with no money and it sucks. Why?I never asked my parents for money.There is absolutely nothing to do in Male' than go to coffee's (and the rates are fucking high, thanks to bringing em down to the 'aiyfoara fashah')I have stuff to buy but again, MONEY.I'm not used to getting coffee's from friends.I feel like I'm using my friends.Nobody gives out jobs for 2

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-11028529304024008292009-12-22T01:59:00.000+05:002009-12-22T02:07:16.136+05:00

Seriously what did he see in that bitch? And now she’s ruining my fucking life!!! Why can’t she mind her own fucking business! And now turning each and every important person in my life against me? What the fuck! Seriously bitch! Go fuck yourself aou;hfsdlkhgalshuga; rg”:@ :@:@:@:@:@ arrrrrrgh!

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-80512987502747017842009-12-19T13:02:00.003+05:002009-12-19T13:06:19.673+05:00

Can't wait for the family +1 trip today...Feels good to be with my family even though I miss everything else. The decision to come here isn't so bad now.

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-21428545594668107372009-12-19T02:28:00.000+05:002009-12-19T02:45:32.249+05:00

I know I’ve tried before, several times but I never succeeded. I tried to let it out but I couldn’t. ­­I was never used to expressing my feelings as a human being. I was never good at sharing thoughts. So I write. I wrote my thoughts on stuff I could find. I let my stress, pain and happiness out this way. But seems like I am blocked. But this is the time I need you the most. The time I need to

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-32410356982975628132009-12-07T23:55:00.001+05:002009-12-07T23:58:04.225+05:00

It’s sad. Pathetic sometimes. But I’ve been used to it from childhood. So why the hell am I bothered about it now? Better get used to it. I am better off this way.Sometimes I wonder why the hell I am even doing this now that I see both sides clearly.[what’s above has absolutely NOTHING to do with my love life]

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-40921514934545565142009-12-04T21:03:00.004+05:002009-12-04T21:07:07.452+05:00

and i'm still not bored.man.... you are one lucky guy :Pthanks for tolerating me babeu know i'll always love uand i don't think i'll ever get boredfor infinity and beyond ;)

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-91765538569961066142009-12-03T14:57:00.003+05:002009-12-03T15:08:55.699+05:00

can i still like this same chocolate for the rest of my lifeor will i be having doubts if it would be lindtt or snikers or wanhouten or something else..?will i still have the tendency to confuse myself with my favorite?is it the hazelnuts or the milk chocolate??or will i be able to tell straight to point what i want when i am asked?i like dark chocolate too :Scan i get used to the same taste,

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-59593591876537986332009-12-01T09:26:00.000+05:002009-12-01T09:37:34.894+05:00

When I could just lie in your arms and forget about everything and never cared about the world outside, when we used to mock and make silly jokes out of each other, when we used to stay in bed for days being lazy, the food we made in those crazy hungry cravings, the outings we went on just the two of us, the cold nights under the blankets and on the balcony, the times I couldn’t get up and you

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-1234647687847122072009-12-01T01:11:00.000+05:002009-12-01T01:12:52.700+05:00

I’ve always been afraid of the sea. Scared of its depths and the bottomless darkness I find in it; scared of the creatures that live down there even though it’s said to be breathtaking. I found no sense in people spending fortunes just to go diving and never understood how it satisfied them.But I slowly find myself hauling to the greatest ocean in this world and I’m scared. I’m scared that I

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-15000642369604280282009-11-28T20:46:00.002+05:002009-11-28T20:47:45.919+05:00

yes i'm bored and i got nothing to do right now.got the idea from my bebby. thanks :)The Gay FatherWar of the WhoresG-SpotceHarry Potter and the Half Naked PrinceTwatlight: New MoanJennifer's BitchyA Ride to RememberJames BlondPirates of the Carribean: Dead Womans chestAlvin and the CheapmonksThe Twat Travellers WifeA Christmas CuntholeThe Dyke KnightStar WhoresThe Lord of the Cockrings: The

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Exams over and I'm sure I'd pass thats a relief but hate that results are coming after another 2 damn months.Getting ready for new sem hoping not to keep assignments till due date also to gett my attendance average rather than cutting classes.Being lazy and grumpy and having fun.Updating since some people wonder why I don't update :PRight now eating a whole chocolate fudge which got kinda burnt

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-12434919043841840182009-11-19T22:41:00.003+05:002009-11-20T00:33:21.716+05:00

Reasons why I'm so swingy now:- Examphobia.- Lack of money since I HAVE to buy many stuff.- Health worries.- My fucked up hair.- Ticket and going to Male'.- Studies.- Being alone.- My laptop display (again money :@)- My broken phone.- Sickness.- College attendance.- PMS.- When people worry about me too much.

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-57341388148894454492009-11-17T22:27:00.000+05:002009-11-17T22:28:26.452+05:00

Its not easy for me, I hate it too but I had no other choice. I'd rather have friends who judge me for my personality than appearance. Yeah, I had to cut my hair so short that I look hideous. There I said it.

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-20720066544422172942009-11-15T20:42:00.000+05:002009-11-15T20:46:53.448+05:00

Even though I tried so much and you still kept ignoring me for 39 days (u better make up for that!!!),And even though I kept ignoring you for the next 42 days (sorry!!),Even though it’s just been 31 days since we named it (literally ps. Thanks for asking :P),I know I have been falling into this nest with 73 days ago (:And I’m glad I talked to you 111 days ago (since u didn’t have the guts to talk

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-62397791003944002642009-11-03T16:25:00.000+05:002009-11-03T16:34:07.118+05:00

He looks so damn cute when he’s asleep. I so badly want to hug him but I’m afraid he might wake up to the slightest bit of movement I make. So I’m sitting still. My back is aching now and my ass has been so flat it’s also hurting. But he looks so so damn cute. I can’t wake him up. I really want to give him a kiss on the forehead but he might wake up. Damn babe, why do u have to be so damn

ie ccohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06910162099399666875noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649954201799205833.post-5001155243178460932009-10-27T19:46:00.001+05:002009-10-27T20:29:23.248+05:00

I know my blog has quests of my continuous flow of relationships and I know I hate being corny. I find them funny and laugh at my old self sometimes but memories are to be kept. Who knows, maybe in a few years my kids would be reading my idiotic entries and having a good time teasing their mother.Yes I’m in love. I didn’t ask for it and never wished for it after my bad experiences. People who get

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I don’t know where the wind is taking me but I love its breeze. I love the way how the gush of air makes my whole body shiver, and makes me shudder. The way it gives me goose bumps all over my body, how it silently whispers in my ears, and how easily my heart aches every time I don’t feel the soft breeze on my skin. I could stay the whole day bathed in the zephyr with my eyes closed floating in

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The first time I can be whoever I want to be, do whatever i want to do and go wherever i want to go, the plan flopped. All because it’s a Tuesday night! I guess being fucked up on the 20th won’t be so bad at all...atleast it’s not new for me. What’s new would be having a awesome time. I could sleep. And do the ordinary stuff I always do. And look at the bright side, I won’t have a breakup this

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She was free as a butterfly let out of its cocoon landing on delicious meals. She fed for her own satisfaction and loved enjoying her sovereignty. She wiped out flowers she disliked and kept a group that flourished in her company. She takes pleasure in her free will and lived in the moment. But she lacks something. She promised herself that she will make it and she made it this far. But it’s hard

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I just now remembered, once upon a time not too long ago I was also tagged by arykko in a post which basically asks me to list 20 random facts about me. I think I did sorta the same thing sometime ago but let me do this again (shh im bored n i got nothing to do now thats why I'm writing :P and no! dont remind me of the assignments!!!) 1. I used to sleep in a single bed and still have half of the

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a small fen badi, the domino shaped lighter in timesquare, key chain, black packing (strechable) or athuga alha ehchis not jewellery, black n white nail polish, pictionary, black & white spray paint bottle, grey,black,white,dark red kula dhalhu :P, be delicious green perfume bottle, ringz ringz, anything that fits me from forever 21 :P, that faivaan in pavillion :P, my lenssss, fishies in a big

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'there's no timeline. we watch it, we wait, and we hope it doesn't start to grow again.'thats what they said.quote, grey's anatomy season 6 premier

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Some keep journals, some keep photos. While some keeps tapes others keep them locked deep in their heart. But eventually the deepest and darkest comes out of the closet. They doesn’t come back to haunt u. They come back to teach us something. Either to make us realise something or to make us deal with something. Yeah yeah I know life sucks. But you haven’t gone to the sucky parts yet to come.

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I think I got bored. AGAIN. But why do I get bored this much? hmphps. dont feel too well today. pretty sick n too lazy to go get an mc. argh. miss my mom.

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its not cuz she don't like youbut i cant let u fall for hershe's not ready for a commitment and I don't want to see you hurt.

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Cut the crap out, I know when it’s fucking fake. I haven’t lived almost 20 years of my life without going through things like this? Well FYI I have. And it’s fucking miserable to see you to act like this. Seriously. You’re a player and you love the game. You love the game for the stakes, for the wins but not for the rules. You can try your best to hide who you really are in front of amateurs but

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Look. Search. Aquire Target. Aim. Shoot. Hit. Done. Next. Look. Search. Aquire Target. Aim. Shoot. Hit. Done. Next. Look. Search. Aquire Target. Aim. Aquire Another target. Aim. Shoot both. Hit. Done. Next. Look. Search. Aquire...What if it’s the next target?What if I won the battle and I got bored to be in a challenge-less fight?

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You are a big pain in the ass.

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yes lah im in malaysia lah its ok lah im doing ok mah i guess so lahyeah i duno what the hell it is but still use it anyway. i guess thats the reason why i have to pee so much lately since its always about lah.oh yea truly asia malaysia where the taxi sucks and traphic sucks and the food sucks. welcome to suckcentral of the world! edhogeh.thats the only sucky part rest is great. love it here.

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internet is so useful nowadays isnt it? thanks to whoever invented vediocall and inbuilt microphones in laptops.i'm happy.

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i had it. im not back but just read few of my posts and thought how pathetic they arewell we all change. its good. ill still have something to laugh at as i grow older.some memories are sweet. some are bitter. bittersweet. but memories are worth keeping even though it sucks. some are so sweet you want them to last forever.wish everything could be noted down automatically while life goes on. well

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Got this sms on the show at first and i loved it so got the real msg from her and am posting it here.Naani, hama varah salhi ingey just like i said before. =)Aikko is a member of a species of bipedal primates in the family Hominidae. Its a nocturnal animal whose activity increases during the time between 2200 hrs and 0000 hrs. Currently, there's a single living sample of this kind.Feeding and

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Read at your own risk. Following contains explicit content. Adults only :Phow to say dhivehi nubai ehchehi in english without saying anything bad.ama handhan kuranee - remembering mommy(e.g. dhiraagu remembers its mommy all the time)bodu balaehnu - a big look eh(e.g. you are a big look!)amaa - mommy(e.g. omg mommy!)dhen boe - so drink(e.g. so you got it eh? so drink!)foah - aracanut(e.g. your

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get bored. get bored. get bored. get bored. fuck. get bored now. now. oh god pls let me get bored. ok i am bored. but fuck i am not bored. no i am. no i am not. you are not. no i am. but cant u see you are not. get bored. get bored. god help me. get bored. get bored. you always get bored so get bored. get bored. am i bored. no still not. fuck. get bored. try try try. dont talk. stay out of touch.

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Well i'm not saying i don't look when someone calls my name on the road. I do look apart from the guys lined up near the side of the road everyday who calls you and whistles when you pass by them but tonight something weird happened.When the AC in my room is on, I can clearly hear people outside on the road who talks about dumb stuff from politics to people they have slept with, etc. Most of them

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why why why why why?? seriously why?People who got interested in me*note whats in [] are the estimated no. of people i remember now and not the real value.- When i wore my buruga: - [10]my friends x guys. - [4]my friends current guys. - [5]married guys. - [10]druggie guys. - [2]suicidal guys. - [9]office guys. - [5]my boss-type guys.- when i took off the buruga: - [5]girls.seriously whyyy

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I have seen her before. She's a cute kid. She got the eyes of her father and her brother. And to be honest they both look like twins. I mean the brothers. I've met her before, on several occasions. And every single time had the same feeling. 'What if he walks in right now and saw me with her? What would he think? She looks so much like him. Its just like she was his daughter. What if...'I like

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Its surprising how people raise their kids. Some of them feed them with made-up stories and scare the hell out of them to make them do something. Some of them just do anything they say when they start crying just to stop them or maybe cause they love them so much. some of them hire people to watch after them cause they are just too damn busy. And others, well they just abandon the child if they

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marriage is a commitment. some of you might describe as a sacrifice while its the only thing the other person might have wanted in their whole life. some of you might have dreamt of the perfect wedding since childhood and others might have dreaded the day that are going to marry someone. different people as usual will have different views,opinions or thoughts on each matter so goes this one

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i don't want you to give it all up and leave your own life collecting dust. and i don't want you to feel sorry for me. you never gave us a chance to be. and i don't need you to be by my side to tell me that everything's alright. i just wanted you to tell me the truth. you know i'd do that for you. so why are you running away? why are you running away? 'cause i did enough to show you that i was

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“There’s nothing I can say without making it sound like an excuse to you”. That’s right. It all have been excuses. All of it. I’ve waited for a year. Yes, it’s been a year and I still don’t know what the fuck is going on. And now I’m realizing this? Yeah I’m the ‘holhiburi’. And I’m their own brand of personal talking toy which can be laughed at and thrown whenever they want to. I’ve always

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What’s fucked up? is you knowing the person fooling around with you is thinking about someone else while they are with you.What’s pathetic? is you still give in and dream for stuff you are never gonna get from that person.Who’s a bitch? Someone who knowingly takes advantage of another person when they are not in their usual state and knowingly follows their own belief of hopes and dreams even if

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i knowi know that i want to knowand i said somethingbut i want to say morebut i can'tall i can do is waitbe patient.i will wait. but patient?

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boredfuckedupcrappybaaaaahwhateverhumpherrmmmhmmmoookeeyy...??soo..instinctgohahammmwowomgwtfseriously?wowagainhahahhahakekekefuckedsadregret?aaarrrgghhwhy?!!!!conclutioni dont know. and i don't know if i want to know. and i seriously don't know what to say, and i really need to say something, and this is (all the emotions mentioned above) me up!but i want to knowthen onlyfcuk.why?aarrggh...

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When you have a fucked up lousy day, you go home and try to cook and then it also burns and then u accidentally broke 2 glasses and spilled juice over the whole kitchen and then your mom walks in and starts shouting at how irresponsible you are and then you try to calm her and then she goes on and on about how she doesn’t trust you and then you try to go get a shower to head out with your friends

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they would all be honest with meand would say whatever they want to say straight to my faceand not let me do the guesswork.it sucks!atleast then i'll know. i'll know what i should do next.

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This time, This placeMisused, MistakesToo long, Too lateWho was I to make you waitJust one chanceJust one breathJust in case there's just one left'Cause you know,you know, you know[CHORUS]That I love youI have loved you all alongAnd I miss youBeen far away for far too longI keep dreaming you'll be with meand you'll never goStop breathing ifI don't see you anymoreOn my knees, I'll askLast chance

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Its exciting. Very exciting. But there's this feeling deep down, saying its not gonna happen.And at the moment I'm much scared about something else. A lot of things. =Sps. happy birthday to me.

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yes i know i haven't updatedand yes i have been back in male for more than a monthand yes i know and i will try to updateand yes im very excited ^.^

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India doesn't suite me =/ I hate being sick.

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A plant grows. The leaves come, wilt and goes. But one leaf remains there all along. That leaf was watered, fed and taken care of. But the others were there for a few days and just decayed. And I have just been one of the wilted leaves, which got fallen off to the ground, and thrown away with the junk.

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I always go for things I can’t get. Clothes, Phones, Laptops, Guys, etc. I might “like” someone but then when I can’t get him, the challenge arises; the obsession begins. Maybe I’m really in it just for the chase? And then when I get what I want, I get bored? Yeah, I’m asking myself cause I still haven’t figured it out. I go crazy over these obsessions. And cause of the way I act, people actually

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So I think I might have admitted to some wrong facts tonight. I mean, its not what I thought I wanted. Or do I? I just want baby steps. This never happened before. No complications in decisions I made before. Do I? Seriously? Oh crap.

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Yes i do. 6days. Lets see what come's out of my mouth then.

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Could have been the 730th. Or am i the only one realizing it?

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It's been roughly what? 7000 days since i was born? And i know it's too early. But it feels like, the voices whispering all the time; the ricochet going through non-stop. I can never depend on someone and live my life on that. That has been my problem. And now, it feels like i'm this small piece of driftwood, floating in this big ocean, just going where the tide takes me. I have on goal. No

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there's no way that i could know what u've experienced eh?i couldn't possibly feel that need?like a thousand hiding voices whispering..this is who you are..and u fight the pressurethe growing need rising like a wavepickling and teasing and proddingto be fedbut the whispering goes louderuntil its screamin.. NOWand its the only voice you hearits the only voice you want to hearand u belong to itto

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He's the father and he's the sonHe's the heir and so the predecessorHe wants them all but troubled over the leanHe fishes them all but wouldn’t swim deepHe walks in silence but wild and gentle He’s a man of action but distant with wordsHe can convince but stir up the suspicionHe reveals a bit but his darkness wandersHe has his rules and knowingly breaks themHe won’t regret and won’t forget

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I need to move on..

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It was a nightmare, the worst and happiest days. I don't regret it but i'm ashamed of it. Ashamed of what a fool I was. Turning my back, supressing all was the only way. But I still find myself unable to sleep, awake, in the darkest hours of the lonely nights, up from the vivid images. It was so damn real. You were back. And I'm still shaking.

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Nobody would... So why the hell me of all ppl? The one person who stands against it? Am I going nuts?

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Jinxed or what? Grrr..

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Hmmm break the fucking rule Lets hope I don’t go ….. Damn Bite me!

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I don’t need that. I don’t need any of that. Then why the overflowing river with its salty water flowing out like a non-stop erupting volcano? I knew I got nothing to lose or to gain. I knew the circumstances. Then why do I feel like I’m a piece of wood drifting away in the middle of the endless ocean. Why do I feel like a dead body in the middle of the scorching desert with the vultures feeding

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I was lying on the terrace of the 10th floor of my work just watching at the stars... the clouds and the stupid light that came across the clouds from hulhule i think.I saw the belt of orion.. a lot of stars.. and clouds which formed a lot of stuff..but why the hell didnt i see a shooting star? grr...

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I'm so addicted to all the things you do When you're going down on me in between the sheets All the sounds you make with every breath you take It's unlike anything when you're loving me Oh girl let's take it slow So as for you, you'll know where to go I wanna take my love and hate you till the end It's not like you to turn away From all the bullshit I can't take It's not like me to

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Little kids have fantasies, dreams, imaginary friends, etcthey have their own fortress built from their toysthey have their army built from their dolls and action figuresthey entertain themselves, often alone or with friendsthey don’t have anyone to depend on.They don’t have any worries.They simply don’t care.But they have curiosities; Unanswered questions. They like to experiment; to find new

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It's one of the nights. You lay in bed and wonder who you are. Who you're supposed to be. Who you're becoming. What's making you become who you are.It's one of the nights with the thinking cap. You feel lonely. But that was your decision all the way. You chose to block them all out from your life. You feel bored. But who else can entertain you if you don't wanna be entertained.Who am I actually?

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Ugh. He's making her go nuts.. Angry.. Furious.. Mad.He's not quitting. And its making her so foking mad!Seriously! Stop it!She knows you know her very well. Actually too much. But stop it! Argh.He's making her angry. So so foking angry.Then he just corners her. Finds her out of her hiding place and all the anger bursts out ends in lust. DAMMIT

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argh.these guys are driving me nuts.i'm officially staying single from now onwards.wtf is wrong with these guys???? seriously?dhen mihen ulhefa mamma dhakka meehaka ineema vee ehnu hehebola faseyhaehnu!

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