i got nothing. my brain is just very limited.

feels like been blogging for ages belogie. but nope it's only my fourth after the daily blogging quest started.
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am on my sem break so yeah lots of free time. me being fat potato.
going to japan end of this month. so no blogging more exploring
more outside than inside which is good. get the body working bitch
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then china on mac
work
work
work
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bridesmaid on may
this is scarier than going on a roller coaster
eeeerrrrrrr how did end up up here
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hoping for a jogja maybe in may also or after raya hmmm
hopeful for a lot of travelling this year.
thailand, vietnam, filipino
let see how far can we go huh belogie. *my sisters gonna kill me*
job hunt. maybe not maybe yes
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finish my mba
phd?
maybe?
where?
when?
my mom?
scholarship?
job?
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a lot of thinking need to be done.
adult life sucks

 I think you just weren't ready before.”

 “Weren't ready for what? Sex?”

 Farren shook her head. “Weren't ready to love, or be loved.
You had to wait until it was right."

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it got me thinking hard.
i guess i am in good place right belogie. i hate thinking. it used a lot of my energy. then again i hate everything.
me = a bundle of oddness
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people been asking
mostly everyone i met.
i don't have boyfriend/girlfriend/partner/whatever
and yes i don't want it.
is it that weird?
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i know nothing about "love" but wanting someone when you are lonely is not love. that's boredom. what happen when you get bored by that person too?
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welp i wouldn't deny the fact that i am odd
when everyone was crazy wanting boyfriend/girlfriend
me is crazy over the new ps2 games
when everyone crazy on having a crush and go out dating
me is happily stay at home and panjat pokok jambu and feel super accomplish------> age 15
*i am still so proud*

MMM HMMMM

I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down

Seasons came and changed the time
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"

Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down

Music played and people sang
Just for me the church bells rang

Now he's gone, I don't know why
And 'till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down

HOW ON EARTH SOMEONE CAN CRY AND STILL LOOK PRETTY?! IT ISN'T FAIR INDEED

a post a day. agak agak boleh consistent x?
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daily blogging. agak agak mampu ke.
jawapan nya tidak.
tapi kita try okay kita try.
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i don't even know what i did on 2016.
i forgot most of the memories that i wish i remember
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i miss a lot on opportunities
and i should learn to appreciate things more
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hopefully this can make reflect more on myself.
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even tho i know most of the post will be in draft state later on.
at least i do something,
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most importantly lets try to be more positive. optimistic and happy!
simple and content.
and yes travel lots and lots
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duit kat mana duit kat mana duit where you at?!

Eargasm.
nothing can describe this song better than this word.
The video is the best visual of a sound i've ever seen.



"I am always awkward. But now I am awkward with style" - Christine

so i have this weird urge to write
so many thought
it comes and goes
i ain't super human--i forgot
i want to preserve it
cause one day
forgotten.
illness no human kind can run from
knowledge is power if it can be saved from the human forgetfulness
and thus i write-
how different we are
how views and personalities made us us
still--we cannot run from damaged and damaging
we move in circular
leaving our trace
marking whatever there is-
a journey worth the lifetime?
maybe not..whom to measure?
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i wrote this so many month ago...remain a draft. i guess this is a good start for 2017. me and belogie me and you. let see what 2017 bring us.
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one ask me why you being poetry..
me: no. this is me writing. this is how my brain works. i am far from a poet. i don't have other ways of expressing my thought than the way i express it. it is as it is.