tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53066183979954642032024-03-05T23:25:15.194+08:00prolix,a whirl of emotions and thoughtsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306618397995464203.post-74974510010262611772013-08-23T16:12:00.000+08:002013-08-23T16:12:03.426+08:00EXAMSFirst week of exams has past. <div>
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Well anyway, we had a paper hours ago. It was one of those papers I felt all the dreadry to be sitting for it. I kinda......revised at the very very very last minute, spending excruciating 3 hours sitting down with my very own good friend, going thru topic by topic. I was the first to step out of the class by the way -swag face likka boss- BUT that does not mean I'm all confident of passing it. Once some classmates had stepped outta class, having smiles on their faces, I knew right away they had studied all night. Meh T_T I prolly had stepped outta class looking likka a troll, feeling all giddy with strained stiffed neck. <div>
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"Ala, tkya belaja apape ah. Cuma Muz je, in trouble!"</div>
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Been too well known in school for the past few years of my life there to be the one that has difficulty speaking in proper good Malay with a Malay accent *facepalm* - I AM TRYING - but of course, I can totally sound like a minah if I were to speak normally heheheheheh </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306618397995464203.post-64137746176105728962013-08-10T03:36:00.001+08:002013-08-10T03:36:11.156+08:00Death<p dir=ltr>Its 3:27AM now and here I am, laying in pitch darkness, can't even see my own legs as I lay here stretched out, taking up a whole lot of space on the ground.</p>
<p dir=ltr>I stared blankly into the ceiling and let my thoughts fly. I then wondered about death and how would my end be. I gave it a long thought that it sent shivers down my spine. </p>
<p dir=ltr>اللهم اختم لنا بحسن الخاتمة و لا تختم لنا بسوء الخاتمة يا رب!</p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306618397995464203.post-72489902451809633122013-08-09T13:10:00.002+08:002013-08-09T13:10:43.722+08:002nd day of 'Eid<div style="text-align: justify;">
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I would like to seek forgivenessssss from everyone, I mean, everyone is fighting their own battles and monsters, and trying to be someone better, right? Mohon maaf zahir dan batin, 10 jari ku menyusun plus lagi 10 jari kakiku meminta maaf, dpd hujung tudungku sehingga ke hujung stokinku. </div>
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5th semester is nearing to an end. What we are left now are just another 2 more schooling days and 2 weeks of exams and............then the final and last semester. Allahu Akbar. SO MUCH FEEEEELS AND EMOTIONSSSS...I just can't djkfndsklfhalkrf. I really do not know whats in store for me in 2014, but I put my trust in Allah to make my 2014 a smooth sailing one in sya Allah. Till then, lets just enjoy whats left of 2013 with dearest classmates and schoolmates. </div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306618397995464203.post-31097875729875527912013-06-14T10:47:00.001+08:002013-06-14T10:48:38.649+08:00Just feeling the absence<p>We tell some to keep quiet while theyre talking to us, not realising that prolly we are the only one they are comfortable to talk to. </p>
<p>We tell some people we dont want to know, not realising that prolly they just want you to know whats happening in their life. But when they tell others or not talk to you abt it, you feel upset about it. </p>
<p>Some people just want others to listen to them. Its not a hard task, aint it not? </p>
<p>Now that when the person's gone, will you not miss his/her presence? Bet you wouldn't mind them talking for hours long. </p>
<p>Why wait for one's absence to appreciate his presence? Be a human. </p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306618397995464203.post-50343508926865916182013-06-12T08:54:00.001+08:002013-06-12T08:56:30.277+08:00A lil bit of reflection<p>Just few days ago, I got back from a 5D4N camp. I was the one of those programmers & game masters (as usual). Honestly, I find everything was a huge pile of mess. Every single thing screwed up. This is just what I think, prolly because I have high expectations for a good turnout. </p>
<p>However, no matter how long we planned for things to flow on smoothly, it is still God who decides and afterall, He is the best of all planners. </p>
<p>Many hiccups happened along the line, not wanting to mention anything but heres one/two obvious problems : miscommunication & messed up itinery.</p>
<p>It was of no joke as I felt rage burning inside me. But hey, gotta keep calm and continue maintaining a good composure (hahahaha). </p>
<p>Despite all these, those who werent people of the organizing/planning team, didn't feel the fire. It was a breeze to many and they felt that the camp was awesome.</p>
<p>Well, all in all, heres one important take-away, it could have gotten worse had I not have a supporting partner. </p>
<p>Having someone who supports you is so vital in a huge event. Firstly, handling a mass of participants (200 pax this time round) ain't a joke and is not an easy task. Hence, one can't do his job all alone, so obviously in need of assistance and perpetual support.</p>
<p>...gotta run now! Reaching school in a few stops. Will blog again whenever I've time to do so. Its quite convinient to have Blogger app in my phone uh? </p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306618397995464203.post-78084475655616131002013-06-12T08:38:00.001+08:002013-06-12T08:38:51.619+08:00Kadang kala buat bodoh lagi baik daripada melayan<p>Kurang memahami mengapa ada sebahagian orang suka menyibuk tentang perihal orang lain walhal dia bukanlah daripada ahli keluarga mahupun kawan rapat. </p>
<p>Ada beberapa soalan yang dituju kepada saya di ask.fm yang sebenarnya kurang sesuai untuk saya menjawab di sana. Mungkin jika awak benar-benar ingin tahu tentang beberapa perkara atau orang yang wujud dalam hidup saya, ada baiknya memberanikan diri untuk mengenal diri kepada saya dahulu. </p>
<p>Face me, and ask me straight in my face :)</p>
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Walau apa pun, biar sahaja perkara-perkara sebegini diambil pengajaran atau iktibar supaya tidak melakukan kesalahan yang sama pada masa hadapan. Kini walau terasa segalanya "it screwed up", kawan mengingatkan diri bahawasanya segalanya berhikmah. </div>
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We are at our 5th sem now (6 sems in total) and time is flying too fast. Our diploma years are ending in 9 months time in sya Allah. "What will you be doing after this?", a question oftenly asked. Many playfully replied with "KAAAHWWINN!", though I personally favour finishing my studies till menara gading then off I go with the prince charming (ceyyy God knows who, so don't even think of spreading any rumours - again). </div>
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Some girls may prefer having a man by them, but I...........am so used to being with myself that I don't quite want to get married anytime soon T_T .....and stay at home to cook and clean (swear not my forte! But can make it ahhh with some help teeheee teeeheee teeeheeee!) But of course, apart from that, I don't think I'm ready for any lifetime commitment just yet *wails*........................<i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">but kalau kahwin sekarang and dapat sambung belajar</span></i>...........meheheheheheheh lol >:)</div>
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Marriage comes with big responsibilities, precisely why the huge ganjaran promised from Allah. I am just afraid of having wrecked children, and a messed up household T_T ....looking at the state I am in now (haha). And to add on, getting asked by Allaaaahhhhh in the Hereafter for not being a good wife?!!?!?!?!? for not being a good mother??!!?!??! for not bringing up children the right way?!?!?!!?!??!?!?!?!?! -cries-<br />
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The fact that I am in the teaching industry has taught me a lot............................. Its just sad to see the current state of those innocent lil kids. When I've any, I'd take care of them myself T_T You people have no idea what caregivers/maids can do to your kids *cries*! Further more, if you want the best for your kids, you yourself have to see them grow up right in front of your eyes. Hate it how parents spend little or no time at all for their kids, then send their kids to childcare/school and expect teachers to turn their little beasts into promising little well mannered prince/princess. JUST NO >:(</div>
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHA just look! My time management is horrible. Omg :-(</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306618397995464203.post-92055213141592732982013-05-26T07:40:00.000+08:002013-05-26T07:40:17.135+08:00mungkin sahaja<div style="text-align: justify;">
kadang-kadang, kita kene faham orang lain. dia duduk kat masjid bukan sebab dia alim atau warak ke apa, but just nak jadi alim/warak. mungkin dia tak dapat such feels/surroundings bila dia kat rumah. mungkin kat rumah, tak ada ahli keluarganya pun yang practice Islam. mungkin ada yang practice tapi tak keseluruhannya. kadang-kadang solat, kadang-kadang pula tak. ada pula yang mengomel sahaja tapi tak walk the talk.</div>
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WOOHOO YGUYS! I'm done with all examinations for this semester! Now I'm left with 2 more semesters in syaa Allaah! *smiles gleefully* Asked my mom about pursuing my studies, and she said<b> <u>GO AHEAD</u></b>. Omg I was so excited Idk what else to do except to just smile so widely all alone. It feels great to know that you have your parents' du'a and blessings by your side, in your life. I guess that's what matters the most; du'a and blessings from loved ones.</div>
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Well anyway, yesterday was Nahu paper and my goodnessssss, it was a total disaster initially but somehow I managed to do it and I enjoyed i'rab-ing it. Alhamdulillah! So al-qism ast-tsalist, was INSYA! Had to write on one but there were like I think 5 topics to choose from so I took..................... "يا بشرى! هذه نعمة عظيمة"</div>
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............what does بشرى even means and how dyou pronounce it? HAHAHAHAH! Is it busyra? Or isit basyra? Is that..like...a person's name or happy news or mankind? (laughs out loud). So I just went with the thought of "O Mankind! This is a great blessing!" and started writing whatever that came to mind. I hope I didnt sound stupid tho, or rather, out of topic :/ (giggles).</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">يا بشرى! هذه نعمة عظيمة! البصر نعمة, و اللسان نعمة, و السماع نعمة و كل ما أعطى الله علينا نعمة. و لكن كثير من الناس لا يعلمون و لا يشكرون. و يشكو كثير من الناس ما وجد عندهم و لا يرى ما أعطى الله عليهم. و كيف الله أن يزيد نعمة عليهم؟! قال الله في التنزيل "..لئن شكرتم لأزيدنكم..." | </span>إلى هنا فقط لأنني نسيت ما كتبت في إنشائي<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div>
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By the way, my holidays have been used up even before it began (-_-) Most of my days have been taken up for basically school stuffs, especially with the student council. And whats more, I've to prepare for upcoming Kids Camp and MSC'13. May Allah ease my affairs. So, for the next two weeks or so, its gonna be so much fun! There'll be trekking (x2), rock climbing, meeting(s) & camp! *smiles from ear to ear*</div>
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Sorry but whatever, I am not an indoor kinda person. It gives me headache staying inside for too long and no I'm not kidding you. Well I hope I get a sporting life partner and thats the most exciting of alllllllll (!!!!!!!) We can cycle, shoot, roller blade, trek, swim, climb, run, jog, walk, crawl, allll togetherrrrrrr. But of course! We can sweep, mop, wipe, clean, dust, cook, bake together too! And most of all, I just want to finish my studies till <i>menara gading</i> (but officially finish seeking knowledge when I die) and be a better person and then contribute back to the community and still play a part in mosques' youth wing (MAY ALLAH WILLS THIS! YA ALLAH! AAMEEN AAMEEN AAMEEEEN!)</div>
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AND BABIES ARE JUST TOO ADORABLE AND CUTEEEEEEEEEEE okay bye.</div>
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Alright, here's a lil update (since I'm kinda hvg some free time) :</div>
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Yesterday, my friend gave me a little surprise! I am so sure I was not expecting anything from anyone. GUESS WHAT SHE GAVE ME?! Its a watch from Hijra Timepieces (you can search them and their coolio stuffs on Facebook). Woah ma sya Allah. Yknow, I've always been wanting a watch with Arabic numerals but just can't get my hand on any cheap ones (because I do not want to spend more than $20 for <u><i><b><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">just</span></b></i></u> a watch) - the fact that I am always late, always having difficulty managing my time, an expensive branded watch on my hand (or anything that's beyond whatever I wanna pay), is just totally p o i n t l e s s. Yeay! So now that I got one! Walhamdulillah tsummma Alhamdulillah tsumma Alhamdulillah! B-) </div>
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It was just a matter of time, indeed :-P</div>
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Then on that evening, I went to The Strangers Tour, at Ar-Raudhah Mosque. There were Boonaa Mohammed, Baba Ali and Syaikh Navaid Aziz. I totally enjoyed the talk so much yesterday (PLUS I GOT TO MEET SOME OF 'EM OHANA LOVES!) </div>
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So the topic was about RELATIONSHIPS *everyone ooooos* lol oooooo hot topic uh. Indeed. Yeap, relationship we have with the Almighty Lord, with the community/the people around us and relationship we have with ourselves when we are all alone. </div>
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Here's some of it *from my own understanding* (with a self-diagnosed mild Auditory Processing Disorder as a flaw, I couldn't grasp as many as I was supposed to - but at least I tried /laughs) ;</div>
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K Alhamdulillah, that's about all from what I'd gained :-P</div>
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Ohhhhh and today, GUESS WHAT AGAIN?! I had English exams. Yeap, easy peasy one two three you may say. But I was in total doubt, no kidding. I read through the comprehension passage, then the questions given. Then I looked at the marks given. IT WAS FREAKING TWO MARKS FOR EVERY QUESTION AND THOSE QUESTIONS WERE TOO STRAIGHTFORWARD. I got a little worried and confused. I was just puzzled by all these. It was too easy for me, I was dumbstruck in disbelief. I was unsure whether those were tricky questions that seemed straightforward but required long answers or were they really really straightforward questions that required minimum thinking? T_T ugh stressssssssssss</div>
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So Alhamdulillah, I am just currently left with one more paper ; Nahu, which will be on this coming Thursday. Please make du'a for me (and to whoever else too!) because when you make du'a for a brother when he's not in presence, the angels will say "Aameen, and to you too!"</div>
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p/s lol woah, this ain't a 'lil update' anymore uh heh<br />
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Peace be upon yalllll </div>
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Woah woah woah people. My facebook timeline (well, at least mine if its not yours), is flooded with posts after posts of M'sia's elections.<br />
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Hoho, sorry but I am really not interested in all these politics; in being leaders, having to take hold of sucha big role - (just reminding) <b>big role comes big responsibilities</b>, further more we live <u>TWICE</u>, having to answer (TO THE ALMIGHTY LORD) about our duties while having such position + answering about our OWN life + the lives of OTHERS + + + + +<br />
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Brrrrrrrrrrrr think about how long would we have to wait to put just <i>a foot</i> into Jannah. Errrrgh T_T And here some are in the world, hating, fighting, arguing, hurling profanities, killing one another just to have power in control. </div>
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Yknow one of those mornings, whereby you feel so free from any burden because you've studied for exams and whats not, you have nothing to chase after...ah yeap exactly that calm morning it <strike>is right now</strike> was.</div>
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So I was on my blogger's dashboard. Yknow how they show you your old blogs etc, welllllllllll, I decided to click on the oldest of all, which was the blog all the way back in 2008. I was practically just scrolling down till I decided to stop and randomly read one..............</div>
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It wasn't even halfway through, I just can't make myself read any further. I wanted to laugh at how stupid those blog posts are, but rather I feel so much pain in the heart, that then had led me thinking about some other stuffs too.</div>
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How easily we are influenced by friends, those peer pressure. Friends, they really do play big roles in our lives, especially in those adolescent years. They mold you to be who you are. Ahhh, you get it right?<br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">...bulan mengembang, sinar cahayanya membimbing jalan. Walaupun sudah larut malam, kami pun duduk bersembang lalu bertukar pendapat dan ilmu yang diraih. Dia pula menceritakan tentang alam kubur. Aku...hanya mampu duduk tercengang, diam dalam ketakutan mengenang nasib diri. </span></i></blockquote>
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Sometimes I feel like I'm denying whats right, or rather, whats<b> real</b>. I feeeel like I'm gonna live forever, I'm never gonna die....... But when news of someone else's death reached to you, you snapped out of your hallucination and realised.........that you're just gonna end the same; lifeless, dead.<br />
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It bothers me how <strike>we are</strike> I am not doing much but expect even much more from God. If you want God's paradise, surely you <b>need</b> to put in the substantial efforts, right? You don't laze around and do stuffs against God's orders. Don't even dream about being in there.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306618397995464203.post-75664866206047628042013-04-26T08:16:00.000+08:002013-04-26T08:17:23.816+08:00sorry but no<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I used to love music; muse/ jamming/ guitars/ drums/ bands/ screamos/ metal/ RNB/ hiphop/ jazz (and the list goes on). You name it. I loved every single thing about it. I loved it so much that the last thing I used to hear before bed was music, and the first thing when I wake up wld be the same too. It felt like in my own zone, in my own world. It was nice, but never was it calming. It was there to give a peace of mind from all problems, but never the peace of the soul. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">It was like, come and sit with me, and we can sing all day. Come and sit with me, we can strum the guitar all the way. <i>(But honestly, I do not know how to sing and play the guitar! My friends used to teach me, but I lost it all along the journey!)</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">But, I call it all quits now when I got myself into a new school, a new environment, new people, new teachers, new system, new education. Prolly the word <i>new</i> ain't quite exact, but <i>new</i> is just something different, isn't it? So everything was all......<i>different</i>. I got a <strike>(kind of)</strike> culture shock. I mean, to be from where I was to where I am now. To change my life 360 degrees completely was <strike>smth I didnt expect or even want to but at the same time</strike>, nothing of my regrets. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">So right now, I've friends who are still in that aspect of life and are inviting me to their performances. I used to be there for them, cheering them on,<strike> feeling the pride of<i> "YEAAP! THAT'S MY FRIEND UP THEREE! MYYYY FRIENDD!"</i></strike>, but I guess, everything has changed now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"Please come down and support me!"</i>, she persistently asked me, a few times now. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><strike>I wish I could</strike>, cried myself from the inside, but NO! I tried to crack a smile but erk... :/ </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"Said youre my friend! So you've to come down and support me!"</i>, she tried once again as I guess my face just simply spelt <b>obvious reluctance</b>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Gosh.. I am sorry, my friend. I wish I cld be there for you like old times. But things aren't the same anymore. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">But know that, I'll be your support, your backbone, in nothing except goodness that bring you success in this worlddddd and the<i> <strike>forgotten</strike></i> Hereafter.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><strike>Old promises broken. Old friends gone</strike>. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Only.....</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Old memories stay.</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306618397995464203.post-15297260800802518842013-04-24T23:16:00.000+08:002013-04-24T23:27:38.899+08:00gotta run faster now<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihvCsa8poNGkjxYsMNmp5mU3l0MQFyKg0Tz4L9s_R494O7LT17hPlVJ-2Gc844sWMFW3sSuTQBfegdmhX6wKftC7xKbtA_Yr6E3ulj1F479S_3CTh1_-2aft0_QV6lyS6lyjb7WVdzYfY/s1600/547068_285701851564133_6rrr84973987_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihvCsa8poNGkjxYsMNmp5mU3l0MQFyKg0Tz4L9s_R494O7LT17hPlVJ-2Gc844sWMFW3sSuTQBfegdmhX6wKftC7xKbtA_Yr6E3ulj1F479S_3CTh1_-2aft0_QV6lyS6lyjb7WVdzYfY/s320/547068_285701851564133_6rrr84973987_n.jpg" width="96" /></a>Run! Run faster!<br />
Faster than ever<br />
As fast as possible<br />
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You're nearly there<br />
to the finishing line<br />
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Just run with all your might<br />
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Enjoy the race<br />
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Feel the temperature rising<br />
Feel the wind blowing in your face<br />
Feel the sweat trickling down your spine<br />
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Just run. And keep on running.<br />
Don't stop, don't give up.<br />
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I'll be at the end, waiting<br />
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But till then,<br />
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Keep runningUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5306618397995464203.post-61295370041360448852013-04-24T23:02:00.003+08:002013-04-24T23:28:52.109+08:00fly free like a bird<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yknow at times when you feel like the problems you're facing are just compressing your lungs, strangling your esophagus, and all you feel is you're suffocating? But as you desperately gasped for air, all you managed was just a wheezing sound coming from yourself that you heard it out loud and clear, then you opened your eyes and found yourself in darkness. Tried to reach for the skies but realising that you are actually trapped in a locked box. </div>
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What's the next step, then?</div>
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