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Friday, November 28, 2008
Hear me. 11:39 PM

If only there's someone whom i can share that story with.....


Monday, November 24, 2008
Her Monday Morning Story. 11:48 AM

It's lunchtime during my office hours now. As usual i have been stuffing myself with only sandwhich for lunch. This has been going on for quite sometime with a few objectives in mind and one of them is to shed that fats off. It's actually working abit. Yeah heard that? I said only abit. Now that's not the main reason im blogging now. In the office as such. I bet the IT people can however see and what im blogging and i don't care because i just wanna blog this asshole out.

Who's the asshole? THAT asshole. Oh no. How i hate people cutting my way.

On a Monday morning, mimi was waiting for the MRT and was standing patiently behind the yellow line, first person in the queue. Then when the train was about to reach, some UNCIVILISED ASSHOLE just cut the queue and and went right next too her pushing her away to the left. He deliberately and continously did that until the MRT door opened and then he rushed in like a MAD man. OH MY GOD. IT WAS A GUY FOR GOODNESS SAKE. AND he TOOK MIMI'S WAY! ARGHHH.

So, being VERY mad, she deliberately walked past behind that asshole and gave him a hard push with her shoulder. He dared to turn around and looked at her. And at that moment, Mimi threw her handbang down and started pulling his hair out, poked his eyes and punched him like a punching bag.

Nah! Mimi is a civilised person people. She just have to give him a hard glare to make him feel restless and guilty. BE A MAN ASSHOLE.

Well thats the story. Actually today wasn't the first time i encounter such pain acts by selfish commuters. And thats the reason why im having sandwhich everyday for lunch in the office because i NEED a car for myself so that i can avoid having unnecessary temper that only affects my well being in the train every morning.

And you men need to learn how to be a gentlemen. There's less of them nowadys.


Monday, October 06, 2008
Salam. 9:03 AM

It is such a bliss to have a close relationship with your siblings.
To be hugged by a sibling, (especially by a big brother or sister)
or yet, to be kissed by a sibling.
Sharing jokes and laughter...
Sharing secrets...

I'm full of envy.
Because i have never tasted that blissful moments with siblings.
Because i have no "real" siblings.

I can't wait to have a family of my own. And hopefully, the picture doesn't end up like mine.
Not that i'm not happy with whom i'm left with, (i love you mum so dearly) but the merrier isn't it?

Salam Aidilfitri everyone.


Friday, October 03, 2008
Hi.Bye. 8:56 PM

You left me bare naked.


Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Wrong? 9:38 PM

when everything seems all so wrong
it's not even happening in your ways or any ways
i can't even speak nor express freely
i can't even hear nor react correctly

it is so wrong when you wronged me
it is so wrong when i wronged you
Either ways, it is all wrong.

Can you understand what's playing in my head?
Can you even understand what i feel in my heart?

I think you don't.
But, i might be wrong.
But if you do, then don't be wrong!


Fuck.
I am made of plastics remember?
Crap.