tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45338440602188583852011-04-21T18:17:35.206-04:00... OF A BRAIN HAEMORRHAGENisa Jabbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02996857090871890691noreply@blogger.comBlogger1361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533844060218858385.post-77594381612026538402009-05-18T11:52:00.003-04:002009-05-18T12:09:56.370-04:00

Let's start on a clean slate, shall we?Hi, my name is Nisa Jabbar and I'm 17, heading 18 this August.My life revolves around school, pilage of papers with scribbly, illegible handwriting coupled with angry dashes of red, a cute circle of friends and my scaly skin.I'm meeting my hot but rather annoying dermathologist tomorrow for another appointment cause the condition of my skin sucks cause he

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http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1604564/20090208/blink_182.jhtmlhttp://blink182.buzznet.com/user/journal/3730981/blink-182-summer-2009/"Hi. We're Blink-182. This past week there've been a lot of questions about the current status of the band, and we wanted you to hear it straight from us. To put it simply, We're back. We mean, really back. Picking up where we left off and then some. In the

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Because Justina Nai said I only seek solace in my blog/livejournal when I'm happy, today I'm more than determined to prove her otherwise.;DSo my day started with me marching out of the toilet 'cause Mom needed to excrete her shits badly in the morning. I was only halfway through the shower process, I hate it when I'm interrupted during my steamy bath session. Then, I entered the oldskool coveted

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Today I realised how much of myself I lost, in this process of growing up. How I feel that the world, the society is robbing something away from me. A chat with Omar confirmed my fears.It is not even cool to watch yourself drained like this. Especially when you know it's at this stage that you have to garner yourself to face incoming barriers. If I can get disheartened by something I cannot do

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So why not you tell me now, what do I do?Everything is just so wrong in your eyes.Every little molecule that makes my blood messes with your head.Why are you so bothered by my very existence?Is my name that delicious that it's always in your mouth?Why can't you just be a god damn normal Mom and greet me with love at the doorstep?WHY do you have to greet me with your stupid paranoia, ridiculous

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2008 was a joke of its own. Ego had a good time watching me get consumed with relentless pursuits of anxiety, sudden tears, terrible lovelorn loneliness and just getting defeated defeated defeated. Failure failure failure.So 2009 will be a price to pay for 2008's mistakes.College and grades have yet to register their importance into my head. Yet I am still aware of my personal resolution to a

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Ummmmm.. 'resolutions'?

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12:57 AM21/12/2008I hope you remain fine. I want you to get back to your old fiddly diddly self so I can smile into your face every night before I go to bed because you'll always be sleeping in my room first for I love watching late tv in your room. I love you, Paps. I'm sorry I couldn't say anything just now when you complained about your sickness. I was disappointed you reverted back to

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......Justyouwait;D

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Lai's shots: Awww Don't you just love it when your favourite artiste just bends forward to the mike and put on his face full of concentration and focus, and simply sings like he means it.I don't know, I get stoked at that.& I just bend forward, and croone in. That was 7th of December for you.Hell of a day(previous entry) but AWESOME AWESOME NIGHT.I, Nisa Delonge, was reunited with my long lost

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This is gonna be a whiny post. I didn't have a good 6th of December, so here goes.Working on a Saturday was a huuuge mistake. Customers streamed in like we were selling our fishes for 50 cents each. If there's one thing I learnt about Singaporeans today, it will be that we eat anytime of the day. I literally worked my ass off during the 8 hours, only to have a kid's cup of Coke for 2 mins and

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Hello geniuses, Nisa is surrently sitting opposite me and laughing her ass off for god knows what reasons. She's just exclaimed something as stupid as "START FISHING HERE". And I think I'm so adorable but I'm not going to reveal my identity. Hehe. Guess babies, guess. And I'm so bored of her face because she's so boring. Heheh. ((: Andand she's currently studying for a fishy test. :O And I'm like

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Prior to this, I would like to inform you readers that the post in consequent to this will be written in an unhealthy state of mind, polluted with utter rubbish and incessant horny vibes. Also, the author of the next post might be a potential freakazoid.Be afraid.Be very afraid.

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A very early Tuesday morning, possums! ;DI have no idea why this sudden influx of good vibes now, despite having worked for 12 full hours! But all's good. Closing is not that bad. Sha & I had our hippy dose of boy-licking time, so that pays for all that long hours of work. Nibbling at food and 'vibrations' of laughter certainly made work more bearable as well enjoyable today. I think with Sha, I

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Worth the read, definitely worth the watch I can't seem to agree with the criticisms shadowing this movie upon its release, cause all in all, I still enjoyed it. Yes it was rather vague, duration was too short, not as wholesome as the book. Well face it, it's a movie. The power of actions and motions, in my opinion, cannot match up to the power of words. I find myself smiling sheepishly

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Dear ggirlosophy,I feel like I'm too consumed by work nowadays that I have been neglecting you. I wanna tell you that work is great. I adore Sha, I love my gay manager, my other rocking colleagues; Mel(though she annoys me regarding my hair and Hussein -.-), the other funny kitchen boys who get horny in the kitchen, the fact that Sai got busted on his last day of work, for TJ and adorance, Hassan

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Through sniffled mumbles on phones, late night fags at Petal Garden(or what used to be), sudden hijacks of insecurities and all the other tearjerkers that you could lend a listening ear to and pull me back to sanity, I wish you thank you. I've always told my closest not everyone can make me weep and pour all my heart's woes and sorrows to, but you and a few hand-picked are the special ones.

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I feel like there is something gnawing at my heart the moment Hyqhel's friends broke the news that Hyqhel is going to return to Singapore for a few days before Christmas. Frankly, I have been waiting for this date since he left months ago. God knows how much I miss him. I've been lugging this ache that I carry with me everywhere I go just 'cause its almost unbearable without his presence. Yes, he

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& we created history;

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"When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end." - Stefanie Meyer One of the many reasons why her writing still linger fresh in my memory is because it speaks so much. & the other reason will be because she creates god-like human for naive girls like me to believe in.Fangs aside, holidays are here and I'm currently in

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Because you're the tainted milk the dying begs to have.Because you're the thorn that completes the blooming rose.You used to be there to see me through my life.But I guess it's a typical jock thing to do. One can never trust.

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I guess disappointment speaks for itself.If I had a second chance, I'd do it the other way.What's worse is that when you disappoint not only yourself, but pull the others along with you as well.The remorse is irreversible, the feeling intangible.And all you can afford at the end of the day is to hide behind those gloomy smiles, before heading for the eternal doom that promises its appearance

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Since it has been decided that I shall prolong my stay here till I am declared 'Independant' of parental control, I shall make this place a.k.a my room an akin paradise. I have decided to flush the walls seductive red, instead of this grubby shade of pink since yesteryears. Do up a gorgeous mural for the walls parallel to my desk. Have multiple pin-ups of favoutire girls and boys next to my

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Been a month since raya and oh yes, the gatherings.First up, the TK Chicks & Dudes Next, Dunmanites with the old logo & the old school song. & last but not least, MY PERSONAL FAVOURITE ;D Till I have the mood to blog againYours, faithfully

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Just talk yourself upAnd tear yourself downYou built your wooden wallNow find a way aroundWell what's the problem?You've got a lot of nerveSo what did you think I would say?You can't run away, you can't run awaySo what did you think I would say?You can't run away, you can't run awayYou wouldn'tI never wanted to say thisYou never wanted to stayI put my faith in you, so much faithAnd then you just

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We're gonna party,we're gonna have some booze, we're gonna swim, we're gonna get drowned, we're gonna eat, we're gonna belge, we're gonna get high on fags.We're gonna toss some chips, make some riddles, shun those tears, stash those fears.We're gonna be merry, bask in the glory of a new morning, glisten in the parade of light.We're gonna do anything to make this worth the fight.Have a wonderful

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Like the amount of heartbeats that translate to breathings, we almost always forgot the essentials, the necessities required to sustain through this life. Wants & Needs are brought into confusion, and often times we face the dire consequence of embarking on the wrong choice.I had a passion, an undying passion for something they call Arts. But sadly the passion I had did not suffice, the talent I

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To err is humanTo forgive is divineSELAMAT HARI RAYA Till thenYours, faithfully

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Love didn't work that way, I decided. Once you cared about a person, it was impossible to be logical about them anymore.Oh yes. I so totally get it. Somehow I find myself having this relation to Bella, I began to comprehend how and why she feels the way she does. She's not meek, just needy, just how every human is. It was never anyone's fault. Perhaps we can put the blame on nature, or human

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Today has been one heck of a day. Shall not dive in on the miserable parts but instead on my bangin' night.I swear I felt like a wonderwoman dashing across the ECP.Got my friends to a couple of rounds of bootey-ing, HAH& then it was running two blocks down, away from the clutches of Herman& pranking bald ahpeks with checkered boxers& a whole fit of hysteria at the parkI loved tonight. Herman, her

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I felt like I was trapped in one of those terrifying nightmares, the ones you have to run, run till your lungs burst, but you can't make your body move fast enough. My legs seem to move slower and slower as I fought my way through the callous crowds, but the second hand to the huge clock didn't slow. With relentless, uncaring force, they turned inexorably towards the end -- the end of

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Though we're apart, she's a part of me

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I can't express this utmost disappointment I'm feeling right now. Just a few minutes ago, I was rummaging through the school bag searching for my companion to sleep, only to realise its disappearance. 'Twilight' is not in my posession! I can't go to sleep without Edward Cullen cooing words of charm to his heroine before hand. I can't go to sleep without more revealations of his mysterious

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Here's a little sneak on what's in store for the next big post; New York New York!Till thenYours, faithfully

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Greetings from New York!Teeheee. Currently blogging from the internet cafe and I only have 12 minutes left. 2 dollars for 20 minutes, thats how it works.So far NY has been treating me good. The weather's fine, summery though still very cold. The hostel is cool cause I have COOL ROOMATES( done on purpose since one is standing behind me) Six beds per room, and the atmosphere is very homely and

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I'd be totally lying if I say I'm hyped and excited for the trip later. Truth is, I don't feel the slightest pinch of excitement still. I tried to get into the mood, thinking of all the beautiful boys and fine art pieces waiting to be scrutinised at, but ah where's that feeling? Oh my sweet darling happiness, you've been away from me all along.Oh I'm such a spoil spot, sue me.On the other hand,

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& finally,the streetbuskers!Shaf&Fad------------------------------------------------------- Funny how I thought at least I can manage to get through this night without much disturbances. But as the clock continues ticking and people fall asleep, I can't help but to let the unhappiness seep into my skin again. & this time it is for real, for I feel the hopelessness gushing in again. Gosh Nisa,

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I believe disappointment speaks for itself.Somehow we've lost each other.This song's for you.Till then.Yours, faithfully

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Because my favourite fruit & I had a fantabulous weekend. & readers meet, Mr Drop Dead Gorgeous Today, I shall challenge my own body.Till then.Yours, faithfully

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I was in the bus yesterday and this particular image of a girl striked out so much it lingers in my head still. She was beating the red lights, and I noticed her holding on to something so dearly. Only when the bus moved did I manage to catch a glimpse of the 'thing' she was clutching to; a catThe way she caressed it, checking whether it was fine after the dash, it was simply heartwarming. The

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TCC with Shin at night was good. Though the mango freeze there was supposed to be the highlight of the night, I preferred the ride to and fro. Zooming on the roads with bright lights and stagnant smiles greeting you, and having the sea by your side as well as image of the big wheel was really breathtaking. (though it'd be better if my fringe stayed away from my eyes more and ifi can get the

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I have a pocket full of pictures to share. So tell me again why we're hereCause we. are. cheerleaders!This was so last decade's news but heyho Seagulls cheerleaders championed the cheerleading competition! Pretty cool for a pioneer batch huh? ----------------------------------- Alright, so the pictures are backdated too but the last weekend was spent with the 17 year olds. Primary, secondary

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So I decided. What's the point of mulling over something that already occured, something that's inevitable? I want to live. I want to have a life. If they fail to have one, why must I follow suit? I'm granted with brains and senses to make sound decisions for myself. I have my own set of thinking, I have my own worth to speak of. I can't let my surrounding pull me down. I am aware that the

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I've decided to take it off.It's the closest I've got to pouring myself, and I don't feel too good about it.I dislike the exposure.

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A stupid poem could fix this home, I'd read it everyday.Because there's no stupid poem to fend off the harshness of human life that we're left like this. The strength which was once in my possession had slipped off with the monstrosity of this situation. For the umpteenth time, I've had enough.I surrender.

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& I think about it. I think about it enough that embers begin to kindle in my stomach, flames lick their way up to my throat, and I say it in my head until there's no inferno on the tip of my tongue.It's like whatever I say goes into this catcher's witt of yours and gets thrown right back at me. It's like you keep expecting me to be this person I'm not. I'm not you, Mama. And I realise, I'm not

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Sleep refuses to claim me yet again.Tell me something I don't know.Fort Road on Saturday night with Aizat. Spectacular view, dangly feets off the riverside, music blasting off from the speakers, several screechings and screamings, some titbits and a whole lot more of talking. & the night ended with " She loves me, she loves me not" and polluting Kallang River with Pringles. Sorry fishes! & I

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if this is what it does to you.

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Today, I feel like a wilted flower.

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Hyqhel StadHyqhel StadHyqhel StadHyqhel StadHyqhel Stad You're missed.

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They tried to make me go to rehab.But I said no, no, no.This mild insomnia has turned major. I can't sleep.'Aizat wants to promote his TAKASHIMAYA vouchers.Haikal feels like he hits a jackpot whenever he sees me online on a weekday night/morn. & the rugby boys are just simply ______.Oh anyway, I love her hair; Amy Winehouse.Awesome!& she makes me feel proud of my moles.

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Night rolls like molasses globbing off a spoon. & at the back of my head, only a figure stands. A figure so domineering, a figure so helpless, a figure so marred with insults and cynicisms. I'd dedicate a whole lifetime to make the next a better one for you, cause truthfully, I don't think you deserve this. But with every word she hurled, every action she took, I see you tear apart. Some mistook

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Keep the ruggys coming, keep keep them cummingMy evening took a surprisingly good turn when Hyqhel's rugby mates came to pay me a visit, when I was having my most-needed evening nap. Enough about school commencing and zapping the carbs out of everyone, these people definitely cheer me up more than a good sleep could possibly have. We went for dinner at their all time favourite 'warung'( or so

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He wasn't unkind to me. It wasn't the way Titt had warned me how guys could get, where they'd be all over you for a night and the next day in public, it was like they didn't know you.It was more like I didn't know him.I reckon we're like 2 refugees. We wanted to stick together, stay close and be safe with each other when the rest of the world felt cold and foreign. But what happened to make us

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Sorry for the calls made and text messages sent, my mobile was loaned to the brother from the night of Saturday till Sunday's evening. I figured I should take some responsibility for the missing act.

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Because I know this is the only way I can reach out to her,HAPPY BURSTDAYIS!You've been awesome.Perhaps she has been the sole motivation to keep these fingers punching the keypads every now and then. She has been an avid reader and girl, you keep me going. I hope this year will be just as enriching and fulfilling as it has been for you for the past years, if not better. Have a great day ;] Yours,

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I mean, what if it's not everything people always think about? What if it's not about stupid phone calls and teenage romance and movie dates, having four or five IM conversations at the same dumb time and wearing Hyqhel's game jersey? What if it's not about any of that?I've been sort of 'drunk', but all I have to show for it is what feels like a brain hemorrhage and an injured friendship/

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Can we scratch 24th January off the calender please?

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Tranquility of the night usually gives one the opportunity to set out thoughts, do some starightening up. I'd prefer to rant and rant and go on about how I think there have been several instances where I'm unhappy, felt ridiculously overuled and would like bitch smack that person right into her face; the person who deserves all this fit. The person who regards highly of the word 'dominance' and

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I QUIT!That phrase never sounded so nice until it was literally verbalised by yours truly.Thanks Haikal, but I no longer work in a fruit. Though Banana Republic is not that bad.Sooooo say hello to late nights/mornings, waking up at extreme hours, pigging in front of the 4-sideds ; TV, computer ..OH GLORY!The past three days were spent with the 2 miracle drugs; Villy & Charella(hohoh)I guess

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PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTI expected to at least have some girly fun with the girls today, have some booze and swing some guys around our arms but Mango made me such a deranged person that the whole plan had to be aborted to give way to the exhausted body and soul to have some rest.& even so, I'm not the least bit happy and chirpy cause the day never got any better and the body hasn't been behaving

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In case you haven't heard,I dislike being a Mangolic.It drives me up the wall having to face with hypocrisy every single working second and having fucking racist asses creeping on my back.But it feels good to have rocking colleagues.Thank you for that wonderful cake, and I think I have a stalker.& who the hell is Dansquid?

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If you think women are such drag queens, you clearly haven't seen the men.

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Dribbly and early, its a Sunday morning.Usually, my exhausted frame would still be sprawled across the bed and I'd be sleeping like a lifeless log on early wet mornings, but HAH work made yours truly a morning person. Yeaaaa riiiiggghhtt. & oh fans, I'm an official Mangy, a Mango employee!I started work on the 5th, and boy, it hadn't been better.I've got really bubbly colleagues who are all

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20 years into living, and you still can't tell right from wrong?Amin Juman, I gotta say this. You're the epitome of stupid!Once bitten, twice shy. I guess that proverb doesn't apply to you huh?Those $1800 could have been channelled to better use.Now, another $5000 wasted just to bail you out.MAN, are you using your penis to think?Gone were the times when I used to look up to you.That brother,

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Its a stay home Wednesday with Nisa!It's pouring and pouring outside and I love it.Oh well. Given the chilly weather, Nisa and her lazy ass decided to purr in today and enjoy the comforts of life essentials; bed & comforters.I was brought back to life with the beep of the phone, with an Isetan employee at the other end.& guess what, they need my service! However, Nensy & I got hired yesterday at

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I'm in love with your boyfriend.How does that sound?

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Unwell?Count me in. I've been feeling down these couple of days.Sneezing and sneezing like a tennis ball machine.Gah! Fever, flu ; you name it.Ah, I must have been really allergic to you.You make me sick.(okay, so the credites came in too late. To you, NURUL! Who have been neglecting me lately and not stealing my entries, but I'm still active. Catch up with you soon!)- Anyway, to cheer this frail

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So a day when you've lost yourself completely Could be a night when your life endsSuch a heart that will lead you to deceiving All the pain held in your Hands are shaking cold Your hands are mine to hold'cause it'd be better if I could think with my head, and not the heart.I thought I could do up a proper post to let my fingers loose and to translate these emotions into words instead. Looks like

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Because you triggered the whole mess with those almond-shaped eyes that kept me begging for my right to exist. 'Cause you don't know what it's like to love someone who doesn't care whether you live or die. You don't realize yet that love unreturned eventually transforms into a fierce tangled mess, nerves and entrails exposed like split animals innards. You don't understand that sometimes the

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HAPPY shalalala~OH, I can only hope Villy & I manage to clinch the B.I.R.D( dont' ask) job offer. Shaw centre, Shaw Tower, whatever. Hoho, and Vil, who can forget our bimbotic moments. Hee, love ya!Anyway, the belated prom pictures.You know you wanna see itTime to retire.Till then,Nisa, the drop dead gorgeous

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Yesterday, Singapore celebrated one of her most remarkable achievements witha fellow banana turning 16~ WEEHUUUWhy, hello there. 21st November was really a thrilling roller coaster ride indeed for the birthday girl. The friends and her kicked off her birthday celebration with a movie. 'Enchanted' clearly earned 5 popcorns for we loved every minute of it. Boy, was it a fantasy. The singing &

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I spent the afternoon, cleaning my closet and dumping some Hyqhel-related stuffs into a box of some sort. Now its all junkily packed, and to top some icing on the cake, I tied some horrendous ribbon on it and its now located outside the house, ready to make its way to Sembawang Corp.Or if the man likes it, you can pick it up( I know you're reading this) Like Haikal says it, 'Its his loss, not

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How boys are like flesh-eating lampreys, penis-brained, pimple-headed pimps. Bottom-feeding, scum sucking slut jockeys.Hyqhel Stad came out with a string of phrases that suits him every inch perfect.Even though I love you, I can't help think about if I'd be better without you. If we stay together, It could get worse yet again maybe it could get better.Something's wrong we both know, that you & I

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Since Omsy finds my cracking up with mere mentions of his visible bulus annoying, I guess I shall drop it. But keep in mind Omsy, once a buluman, forever a buluman * does the brother-brother hand gesture & what do you know?THE O'S ARE OH SO OH SO OVER! Months of pouring over books, drooling on notes and seeing numbers as well as alphabets on the walls have officially e-n-d-e-d. Late night study

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Everybody scream :I'M YOUR LATEST ADDICTION!Will be back for more teenage scribblings as soon as the clock strucks 5.50pm on the 6th of Nov.Till then,Nisa the drop dead gorgeous

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Okay last time, pretty please. I know I pledged a 'Time Out' in the previous entry. But yikes, these fingers itch more for the keyboard rather than fiddling with those pencils and erasers. Disrobe me, I ought to be sent for rehab.Girls, listen up. I'm not a songwriter, neither am I a perfectionist author. Come on, having some originality don't suck that bad, no? Really, satisfaction is yours to

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I woke up today to find the apartment empty, yet again. I stepped in the showers and stared upon my reflection in the mirror. Somehow hot tears started welling up in those beady eyes again, and I find myself searching for that nicotine refuge. I turned the tap and colourless liquid poured out. I stood rooted to the floor, letting those fine droplets drench my soul in bitter melancholy. Those

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I feel like I'm at the end of crossroads, caught in the middle, staring into the sun. I don't want to be selfish but anger is still caught in the body. A little voice in my head says I should be fair to all, but that devil of vengeance is still holding on strong.STUPID, REALLY STUPID.- & HAPPY 45th BIRTHDAY TO ALIJAH ABU BAKAR!You're the prettiest, loveliest and mummiest mama I could ever search

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Firstly, www.thatbloodycritic.blogspot.com caught my attention for a start. I spent hours hogging on that website cause I find the blogger so god damn bitchy that I was so entertained. His remarks on 'bomb' chics, scrawny men and every other thing else. For sure, I'm becoming a fan. It's rare when I really like a blogger but his site is simply addictive. Second, I had fun in 'Falling Georgie',

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Making the most of a bad time, I'm smoking the brains from my head. It's almost hard to imagine living in this household, not a day without stepping out of the house teary-eyed, with a swollen, glum face. I'm tired of being bored. I'm through with headaches at night. And my hands, they tremble like earthquakes and the mind starts to shake. There will be a day when the silence of the house

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Fantastic weekends didn't really mark a tick on my checklist, but I'm pretty glad I feel so much more calm now. Be it with that nicotine brat or numerous chirpy friends, I had my fair share of laughter today. And though I've been out for practically the whole day, be it first meeting those beloved madrasah girls in the early hour and throwing the rest of the day with merely crackles of laughter

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We have no idea where we're going, lodged in life like branches in a river, flowing downstream, caught in the current of our rutinal lifes, sometimes even prejudiced against our own thinkings. I find myself freezing this glass case of flowing emotions, just to contain peoples' reactions. And now, I find myself so deranged, so exhausted of having perceived that all those sacrifices were just left

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MAJULAH SINGAPURA!As you grow older, you get youngerMay you produce more hot and pretty citizens.Yesterday, Mr Sleek came over since he couldn't fetch me from school, given his sorry sorry school dismissal time that was stretched due to his class's( mainly his) mischief. Don't probe me on what he did. The 'Mr Mischief' tee he donned yesterday clearly did him some justice, ay? We were messing

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As the geeks knows it, Prelims kicked start yesterday.English being first, and today was SS. Priya's mighty predictions(give that aci some credits la) proved right when Governance was tested for the SBQ.Armed conflict was done with the faintest memory of previous months memorising but I think I'm pretty contented. Its boring talking about school, ain't it?Weekends was great nonetheless.Though the

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If you can actually take this time to realize that you always shut your eyes in the midst of trial. And pretend everything is always right. But I think that it's time this battle must be won. But you pushed it aside, pretend that it's gone.Or maybe it's merely because of the simple fact that the butterflies ain't there anymore, nowhere roaming in the tummy .I loathed you for all the wrongs you

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Ranging from Gucci bags to make-up to people,I HATE FAKES

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Since la blogspot loves to toy with my blogging needs, let's just move on to LJ, shall we?HERE

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I can think of nothing except for the Cheesy cheesy cheesy pizza offering Pizza Hut is having now. The cheese fondue looked ever so inviting, EVEN ON THE ADVERTISEMNT. & all I could afford was a gaping, salivating mouth. Girls, why not we have some pizza-ing session tomorrow in our cheongsam? CLASSIC! So the three Cina girls I met just now were more than happy with their costumes except for the

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I threw my Saturday away, simply lying on the bed in agony due to the excruciating menses cramp. Sucky, I actually planned on mugging throughout the day and doing something productive and fruitful, only to be concluded with this sad ending ; I did nothing. To add to this sad sad situation, the school friends who planned to come over to my house tomorrow, now have got to think of another location

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So news is, the neighbour downstairs gets agitated when his explanations, sighs and whines recorded no signs of persuasiveness in his fullest, utmost attempt to redeem himself. I'm so over this, and I think its time you get over yourself ,you son of a rifle.The nose is playing a monotonous orchestra of sniffs and sniffs, and the throat feels like its being grinded by some loser skaterboy at the

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Grooving to Fantasy is so so chimikins I tell you. They make you wanna gelek(hoola) and like seriously shake off that flabs. I know I know, where have I been? School, school, school and I 'm loving every minute of it. & I swear I'm not lying this time. The school girls have been religiously holding study groups for the past few days, and much to my surprise, I'm getting the hang of this term

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I've got a biiiig lesbian crush on you! Okay kiddin'! JJ is just too pretty to be true. The cute one.'First' day of school's wasn't that horrid. Though there was a teeny bit of the morning madness 'cause my body still has problems adjusting to the new 'wake-up call'[Okay Priya, not yours], I still managed to reach school punctually *clapclap HOHO, it was hilarious how mama and I tried to fit my

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SO, 4E had an outing to.. & those were just so random girls who go to Sentosa for make-up purposes & obviously Lai couldn't keep the camera off them.Then, it was SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH! The girl in black is just some random girl we found walking along the beach. HAHA, kiddin! She's Zuhairah, and she helped a lot in the toilet madness as a lot of us didn't have shampoo nor shower gel. THANKS! ;]Then

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I just have to share this. I have the most cutest principal and she's just so amiable. Look what she sent to her students.Dear 4E students,1. Don't forget to check the website for your time-table. I have given an extra period to AMaths and Chem as we will not be having Assembly.2. Thank you for coming back for lessons during the holidays and for being so good. [tawww, it's rare having your

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Sentosa was great and the classmates were full time jackassing, so that spells fun throughout the entire day while we were together. 4E is everything you ever need to spice up your adolescent years . I promise a proper update when I gather all the pictures.----------------------------------------------------------------------I'm not so naive, my sorry eyes can see.The way you fight shy of almost

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Some 'Achen' just sent me a smile over Friendster but he didn't succeed one bit in his attempt to brighten my day. My body feels so jello and weak. I had a rough time trying to get myself to sleep in the wee morning just now. I thought after the crappy patty session with the spongebob clone below, I'd be able to get myself groggy enough, to be under the comfort of those dear blankets. But three

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