Monday, October 11, 2010
I'm sorry, but.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Caprice, or better known as Ariz Ramli.
Seriously. You guys, don't like Justin Bieber. So now, I DON'T LIKE Caprice.



Like literally SICK.
Caprice ft. Ruby Jude - Baby.
Caprice ft. Nik Irfan - OMG.
Caprice ft. Annatasha - Thinking Of You
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
/ 6.50 AM
I never once got up for an eightAM class without struggling to get out of bed.

Monday, October 4, 2010
-.-
SWEETSMELLINGSCARE :O
Okay, my title is like so shitty. It's like some shitty horror book for 13 year olds.
Dad : Wah! So sweet huh the smell? -- Omg really wanna die, at night somemore. -.-
I related the incident to my aunt while she was fetching me back from college.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
I’m sorry to say, but.
I don’t like you.
I thought you were different. I may have not really known you well, but the image that you’ve portrayed tells me everything. Do you have any idea who you are dealing with? And I’m not saying, only myself. But the entire world. Do you know how many people in this world you could affect if they were to find out? Have you got any brains?
I’m sorry to say, but you are so childish and immature.
And this is not the first time I’m saying this. I’ve seen you doing all these ridiculous things previously. I was there. The way you act, think and speak. Plain stupidity. All the controlling and restricting. Who exactly do you think you are? Is that even your life? Do you even like being controlled in the first place? Where is the part when you start giving in or tolerating? Why do you have to always take? When are you going to start giving?
I know that I have nothing to do with your relationship, and I should butt out. But this, you have gone too far. You can’t say whatever you like. You don’t hold this world and you are in NO position to say anything like that. Don’t you know how it makes you look? Are you even aware of what you’re saying? If that is your way of judging something/someone, then I must say, you are SO shallow. You’re being biased and you think you know what's best. Stealing something that is not yours. Restricting and making unnecessary rules. I know I’m in no position to say this, but who do you think you are? If only you can put yourself in our shoes. Then only you’ll know how hard it is.
Of course, why should I blame you? You don’t know.
But I expect you to respect the decision of others. How do you expect others to respect you and your decision if you don’t do the same? Like I said, who do you think you are? Who do you think you are that makes you different from others, that you don’t have to respect others’ decision and they have to respect yours?
And I must say, you’ve left *us quite an impression.
And do you know what we do to people we don’t like?
Ask the person whom you think you can get the answer.
But I won’t guarantee you that you’ll get the whole truth.
Because it’s going to hurt.
And, you should really appreciate what you have before it’s gone.
*think hard.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
I thought.
Happiness is just outside my window
Would it crash blowing 80-miles an hour?
Or is happiness a little more like knocking
On your door, and you just let it in?
Happiness feels a lot like sorrow
Let it be, you can’t make it come or go
But you are gone- not for good but for now
Gone for now feels a lot like gone for good
Happiness is a firecracker sitting on my headboard
Happiness was never mine to hold
Careful child, light the fuse and get away
‘Cause happiness throws a shower of sparks
Happiness damn near destroys you
Breaks your faith to pieces on the floor
So you tell yourself, that’s enough for now
Happiness has a violent roar
Happiness is like the old man told me
Look for it, but you’ll never find it all
Let it go, live your life and leave it
Then one day, wake up and she’ll be home
Home, home, home