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Friday, March 25, 2011
nolstagia @ 4:16 PM

you know whats funneh? It's the littlest things that you made that makes you laugh. I was just trying to find something to do when I remembered my past blog. So I clicked on the link. And so I arrived. And omg I can't believe thats me.

How perfectly crazy and silly I was*and still am but on the lighter side*.It reminded me of the past events which I'd forgotten, and the me just 2 years back.
I refered to myself as a blurrple because I'm a blur person. And I remember why I love stating myself as blur. I smile at my own silliness. Its good. We're still friends.And all is still good.

These are just a few posts from the blog, the style I was, the style that faded:

RANDOM
Random. Ooh I love this word.I can said it over and over and it will not get boring, unlike Lenka's The Show, in which I'd heard a KA-ZILLION times.

Random
Randomness
Randomness-ss

I like people who randomly do random stuff. It shows uniqueness, it shows love for the nothing-ness, it also shows that we, human, homo sapiens can randomly select any random words to speak aloud of.

Hell, I'm so boring I don't know what alien lango I'm blurging now.

Dah-la.
I'm going to the pee-place.


UNTITLED
I'm bored today.

Just came back from school.

Had said my selamat hari raya and mana duit raya aku to teachers and fellow classmates.

Made me thought of Najwa and her giving me a card in a pearl white envelope tied with a piece of gold ribbon. It was very sweet, and its IS still very thoughtful of her to consider my feelings, even if my feelings are not much to be sought after at that time of the year, last year Ramadan.



Oh hell, what the fuck am I writing? The 18th century lango?



Sheesh, I must had read too much of Jane Austen's to blurg properly.



I'm wearing pink singlets and long yellow pants. I find the assemble horrifying and will not, even under bribe, unless its A HUGE SUM of dosh or life supply of chocolates, wear the attire as to redden myself any further.
PK2 result susah nak tengok la. Berat juga pegangnya. Extremely BAD and not even up to my typical standards. La, I know, me acting a little of the STK prinsip-Kiasu, Kiasi, Kiamsiap. But u can't blame me, I'm A NERD. And nerds bound to act dramatically emotional over the littlest things, as such the semester exams.But the semester exams are NOT little, and I refuse! to be thought myself of the slacking and lacking in concentration to studay.

I hate pink, you get? But as you can see, my blurg is pinkesh. Way ta go Creestal. What you hate, you wear. What you like, you don't get. What you see, you don't care, What you don't see, you care. Bagus la awak ni Creestal.

Well, I think of this post as lame and uninviting.
Sorry blog, I apologize to have degraded you as so.

Blah, Blah, Blah.





SOMEONE
Someone is waiting
Someone who understands exactly how you feel
Exactly how you feel
Someone is dreaming
Someone is hoping just that this will be the day
That this will be the day that you take your eyes off the ground
Out of the blue, you see that someone is looking right back at you
Maybe that someone's me
Maybe it's meant to be lovers, strangers
Sometimes bombs fall quietlyMaybe it's chemistry
Maybe it's hard to see that someone is the right one
Well I hope that someone is me
Nobody's perfectNobody's perfectNo one really knows the truth
How we got the point of view
There's too many questions
There's too many questions
And too many reasons not to try
There's too many reasons not to try
But you, you take your eyes off the ground out of the blue
And see that someone is looking right back at you
Maybe that someone's me
Maybe it's meant to be lovers, strangers
Sometimes bombs fall quietly
Maybe it's chemistry
Maybe it's hard to see that someone is the right one
Well I hope that someone is me
Where you gonna go from here?
'Cause everything you need's out there
You can have it if you dare
If you dare
There's someone, somewhere
There's someone, somewhere
There's someone, somewhereThere's someone, somewhere
Maybe that someone's me
Maybe it's meant to be lovers, strangers
Sometimes bombs fall quietly
Maybe it's chemistry
Maybe it's hard to see that someone is the right one
Well I hope that someone is me
Someone is me
Someone is me
I hope that,
I hope that someone is me

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I did not did not like to hate to like to dislike to love to hate popcorn.
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